Chapter 833: Green Sinking Spear (First Update)

I saw that the one-eyed monk couldn't help but say, and jumped directly from the table to throw beads, and the corners of Qi Tian's mouth were slightly raised

I thought, "It's okay to do this, save it and you." ”

In an instant, I saw the attacking prayer beads, and they came straight to the face, and then performed the Bagua palm footwork under their feet, and flashed away in an instant.

In the next second, the one-eyed monk swung his fist and went straight to the front door.

In the face of the monk's fist, Qi Tian didn't pay attention to it at all, after all, even his junior brother, the monk who knew how to "play a thousand catties of divine leg skills", was almost killed.

Just when the opponent's fist was about to come to him, Qi Tian, who had repeatedly performed the Bagua palm footwork under his feet, easily dodged away.

It's just that what he never expected was that the string of prayer beads that he had just dodged would magically fly back in a circle at this time, and go straight to the door of Qi Tianmian.

Seeing the string of prayer beads flying back, a trace of doubt flashed on Qi Tian's face, but then his expression returned to normal

In an instant, the one-eyed monk half a foot away was swinging his fist again, but when the rosary was less than a foot away, Qi Tian instantly flew up and kicked the string of rosary beads away, and then fell to the door, and the rain dripping from the eaves just fell on the rosary.

The one-eyed monk who came with his fist did not look at the rosary that flew out, but directly punched the door of Qi Tianmian.

Qi Tian, who fell with one foot, suddenly looked at the monk with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Your junior brother is vulnerable, but I don't know how successful you are as a senior brother?" ”

Just as Qi Tian said disdainful words, the monk suddenly changed his moves halfway, changed his fist to his palm, and urged his body with his waist, forcibly used the harrier to turn over, and smashed Qi Tian less than half a foot away with his legs.

In the face of such a move, even if Qi Tian closed his eyes, he could cripple the opponent's legs

"Click......"

Without accident, Qi Tian instantly grabbed his bare feet and swung the tip of his fist into his knee, which broke in an instant.

"Uhh......h

When the monk's mouth let out a miserable sigh, Qi Tian instantly flew up and smashed the opponent's left collarbone with his toes, and then the opponent's body flew down to the door, instantly smashing the wooden door to pieces.

Seeing the monk's body fall in the corridor at the door, Qi Tian stepped forward slowly, full of ridicule and ridicule, and said, "How is it?" ”

"Since you are from the same school, I thought that the so-called 'Thousand Jin Divine Leg Skill' would be very powerful, at least better than your junior brother, but the result, tsk...... It's not as good as half of your junior brother, I see you......"

At this moment, without waiting for Qi Tian to finish speaking, the monk lying on the ground suddenly slapped his palm to the ground, jumped up in the blink of an eye, and stood in front of Qi Tian again.

Seeing that he got up again, and he got up with extremely sharp skills, Qi Tian's face showed a hint of joy, and then said in a deep voice: "Since you are not dead, let me see your leg skills." ”

Before the words fell, Qi Tian performed a series of swift steps under his feet, but in the blink of an eye, he was only a foot away from the opponent, but the tip of the fist he swung out hit the opponent's chest.

Seeing this, the one-eyed monk Meng then took two steps back, and then flew up with a kick to meet Qi Tian's punch with his leg strength

"Bang ......"

In an instant, there was a dull sound of fists and legs colliding, and then both of them took a few steps backwards before they were able to stabilize their bodies.

Facing the powerful Qi Tian, it was obviously beyond the expectation of the one-eyed monk, but he also thought about it clearly, his junior brother was not wronged in the hands of Qi Tian, after all, if he hadn't taken a breath just now, he might not be able to control his body and fall to the ground.

Similarly, in the face of this one-eyed monk, Qi Tian really never thought that compared with his junior brother, he was not only one percent stronger, but also the so-called "Thousand Jin Divine Leg Skill" was even higher than his junior brother.

In an instant, Qi Tian put away his disdain and began to look at the one-eyed monk two feet away.

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In the blink of an eye, Cui San, who was carrying "Zangfeng" on his back, came to the door of a house called "Zangbing Pavilion", and this place was five zhang away from Qi Tian's position, and Cui San just saw the two people who were fighting.

Just when Cui San wanted to step forward and help Qi Tian help, the door next to him suddenly opened

In an instant, a man wearing a scarf and gray and white clothes was carrying a gun made of stainless steel and cold iron, which was almost the same as Zang Feng's.

As everyone knows, this gun is the famous general of Shu back then, Jiang Wei, who fought in the Central Plains of the Nine Expeditions, has a green gun in his hand, weighing sixty-eight pounds, and the gun is one zhang long.

At this moment, the man wearing a scarf happened to be face to face with Cui San, who had a fierce face.

Just when the person didn't know why, Cui San had already made a move

Meng then took a step back and slammed the tip of his fist into the opponent's chest.

In an instant, the man suddenly noticed something was wrong, and before the tip of his fist came to his body, he instantly performed a strange body technique under his feet and dodged, and then asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?" ”

"The one who wants your life."

Before the words fell, Cui San, who took out the dagger at his waist, had already strode forward.

When the dagger slashed three inches in front of him, the man wearing a scarf swept the gun in his hand and swept straight to Cui San's side.

A knife was swung, and before the second move was performed, the corner of his eye saw the swung green heavy spear, chasing straight to his waist.

Cui San subconsciously opened his eyes, and then after performing the Bagua palm footwork under his feet, his body was short, and then he swept towards his bottom plate.

"Huh?" Before the suspicion fell, the man realized that it was too late, and in an instant he was swept away but did not fall to the ground, supported the ground with the green gun in his hand, and cast the harrier to turn over and fall half a foot away.

At the same time, the man wearing a free scarf did not wait to stabilize his body, and he successively used spear flowers to attack Cui San, who was about to get up.

Looking at the spear flower that was graceful as a dragon, Cui San didn't wait to get up, so he subconsciously dodged in a panic, unexpectedly the green spear and the other man, like maggots on tarsal bones, chased Cui San away.

Although it is said that one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, Cui San, who is holding a dagger at this time, is too bitten by the other party to die, and he has no time to withdraw to fight back, let alone free his hand to take the hidden front on his back.

After a while, Cui San was forced to the railing at the edge of the corridor, and the next second he turned straight down, grasping the railing with one hand, facing Cui San, who was on the second floor and more than two feet from the ground, subconsciously let out a cry: "Drink......"

Just this voice made Qi Tian, who was five feet away, listen very clearly, and reluctantly turned his head to look at Cui San, who was almost in trouble.

At the same time, a lightly dressed girl suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, and after hearing the scream, she involuntarily covered her mouth and let out a low sigh, just when her pupils subconsciously dilated, she saw a gun stretched out from the house, and chased Cui San's hand holding the railing with the gun.

"Don't!"

Seeing this scene, the elegantly dressed girl ran to Cui San, who was about to be in distress, while shouting.

(To be continued.) )