Jiang Shijie's experience is not as sophisticated as the old monk in front of him, and he feels that this old man is just a little more powerful and domineering, and he has no ability to compare with himself, so this blow is almost preoccupied, concentrating all the few strengths in the body, for such a blow!

But where could Jiang Shijie have imagined that he has such a good body and such a counterattack, this old monk who is known as the nine-handed Kunlun monk actually has such a ability, this body is no less than his master, Mr. Wu Lao, a swordsman from Nanzun!

Just when Jiang Shijie was surprised that the old monk of the nine-handed Kunlun monk gathered the sky actually had such ability, the actions in the other party's hands were not finished!

Jiang Shijie just saw that the nine-handed Kunlun monk gathering the sky in front of him was still hanging in the air, and his hands suddenly clenched the steel rod. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If it was just like this, Jiang Shijie didn't think it was unusual, because in these few seconds of air control, it was not difficult to do these actions.

But then, the nine-handed Kunlun monk gathered the sky and the old monk immediately raised his right hand, and he himself felt that his right arm was slammed by something, and just when his body was still hanging in the air, the other party hit him with this fierce blow, and his body flew out horizontally!

Another scream, Jiang Shijie "ah", before he could fall to the ground intact, he was going to roll a few times on the hard ground of this battlefield, wailing and rolling, the soil was covered with his immature and fair face, but it was really a pity, because of this blow and the previous melee, his physical strength was exhausted, and his upper eyelids collided with his lower eyelids, and he fainted with a squint.

Seeing that Jiang Shijie had already stumbled on the ground with his eyes closed and fainted, he staggered up from the ground with the help of this support point.

The so-called sinister rivers and lakes, the disregard of people's hearts, is at this moment, you can see whether a person has humanity or not.

The nine-handed Kunlun monk Jukong old monk had already made a murderous intention at this time, not only because Jiang Shijie was a hero in the world, a descendant of quite famous and powerful in the rivers and lakes, but more importantly, he was able to beat himself into such an embarrassment, and almost took his own life.

Walking on the battlefield step by step, there is no yellow sand paving with the wind, but there is also the southern autumn wind blowing on people's skin, penetrating the cool autumn wind in the heart; Stepping on this autumn breeze with a hint of chill, walking in it, the nine-handed Kunlun monk Jukong who also had a trace of blood on his face gathered the old monk, and was about to slowly paced to Jiang Shijie's side.

Just when the body of the nine-handed Kunlun monk had already appeared beside Jiang Shijie, the steel rod that had been raised high in the sky suddenly fell down with his scream!

"Ahh Under the scream of the nine-handed Kunlun monk gathering the sky, before the steel rod in his hand fell to the ground, he raised his neck and shouted loudly: "Who is it!" Who dared to secretly throw a secret weapon, hurt the old decay, and didn't go out quickly. ”

After this scolding, the nine-handed Kunlun monk gathered the sky before the old monk lowered his head, took out the dart inserted into his left arm, and looked carefully, its appearance was actually purple red, no need to touch, just look at its appearance and quality judgment, this dart should be made of pure steel.

Looking at the entire battlefield, among the Han troops who can use such a hidden weapon to hurt people, among the Han troops under Zhang Shicheng's group, the nine-handed Kunlun monk Jukong old monk thinks that this person must be Su Zedong who has just been seen!

"Su Zedong, you hairy boy, come out of the old decay! What kind of thing are you, you dare to hurt people secretly, what kind of hero are you! This dart made the nine-handed Kunlun monk gather the sky so much that his teeth were trembling in pain, and he was still glad that this dart was not the same as himself, coated with poison, "You are still the apprentice of Meihujiang, you turtle grandson, what kind of thing is it!" ”

The old monk of the nine-handed Kunlun monk Jukong said so, and he scolded like this, but he knew in his heart that Su Zedong's dart was already giving face to himself as an old guy, if this hand was raised a little higher, and the target of the dart was raised a little more, he would not be able to keep such a head.

In this battlefield, the other party keeps a hand, and it is already a very good thing not to ask for his own life, if this dart results in his own life, according to the morality of the rivers and lakes, even if the nine-handed Kunlun monk gathers the old monk of the sky has no ability, not because the enemy does not pay attention to morality, on the battlefield, intrigue and tricks do not matter, and defeating the enemy is the key.

What's more, the nine-handed Kunlun monk gathers the old monk in the sky, this old thing, he knows in his heart that there are no less than 100 people in the rivers and lakes who died under his secret weapon, and when his martial arts are not so strong, his martial arts are more powerful than his opponent when he is not paying attention or has a good intention to spare his life, his secret weapon of the nine-handed Kunlun monk is not less fatal on the opponent's body!

So he called it like this, not because the old monk of the nine-handed Kunlun monk Jukong really felt that he had been treated unfairly and was wronged, in fact, it was to give himself a step down, after all, he was the older generation in the martial arts, and he carried such a big heel on the battlefield, and was so embarrassed by two little-known rising stars, which is unreasonable!

"Hmph, you nine-handed Kunlun monk, if it weren't for seeing that you are an old-timer in the martial arts, and you have such skills, you are still tossing so much when you are over 100 years old, this dart of mine will not only hurt your arm!"

Su Zedong walked over from not far away, with a smile on his face, and said: "I said, Master Jukong, people don't destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, this truth, you know it very well in your heart!" People are doing the sky and watching, are we waiting for today's so-called, you have not done less? ”

I don't know if the nine-handed Kunlun monk Jukong was dumbfounded by Su Zedong's words, or because he was beaten by Su Zedong's purple gold dart with eight points of strength, and he was too painful and entered the bones, or because he had a sense of guilt in his own heart, anyway, he didn't pop out a word for a long time.