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When this group of Shaolin Temple monks arrived at the place where the distress signal was issued, they happened to see an extremely fierce siege and killing battle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior Brother Kongjian, there are so many masters!"

"Shh~~! Let's wait and see what happens. ”

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The monks of the Shaolin Temple did not make much movement with their clever light skills, so neither side of the fierce battle noticed them. The fierce fighting in the field was also seen more clearly by them.

On one side were three middle-aged men in their thirties armed with long swords, and on the other side were dozens of cavalrymen, hundreds of infantrymen, plus more than a dozen lamas from the Western Regions dressed in red.

Of course, the side with more people is besieging the side with fewer people!

But I saw that among the three middle-aged men, a sword-wielding man with hair half gold and half black resembled a Mongolian person, his clothes bulging, like inflated cowhide. In the face of the spears and short swords stabbed by the Mongolian soldiers around him, he only attacked but did not defend, holding the sword in one hand, and rampage through the cavalry group alone, dragging them back with his flexible body and fierce offensive, so that these Mongolian cavalry and archery troops who had conquered countless territories across the continent were all on their backs!

But the other two middle-aged men were far from it......

Even the long swords held by the two of them were also cold and shining, and their appearance was extraordinary; The swordsmanship used is exquisite, and the internal force is not weak...... But when facing more than a dozen red-clothed lamas whose martial arts are between the third and second rates, holding golden bowls, magic plates and other strange weapons, they are always forced into danger by them because of their lack of experience in facing the enemy.

Fortunately, judging from the similarity of the two of them, they should be biological brothers, and they are very skilled in cooperating with each other and saving each other. Therefore, although he was in danger frequently, he was still able to hold on to his strength.

It's just that both of them are just in the middle of the second-rate. Physical strength and internal strength are far less than those of first-class masters, and there will always be a time when they are exhausted. Once that happens, I'm afraid that all three of them will end up dead.

"Brother, be careful with your bow and arrows!"

I only heard the exclamation of a man whose face was darker and more mature than the other of the two middle-aged brothers. Whoosh~~~, the archers in the infantry have released arrows that have long been ready to be fired.

Although most of this group of infantry were not naturally good at bows and arrows, they were treated as slaves by the Mongols, and the death squads drove them to fight for many years, and they also accumulated rich combat experience. They spotted the flaws in the two brothers' siege by the red-clothed lamas, and dozens of arrows were fired at one of the brothers.

Seeing that this middle-aged man who was in a desperate situation because of his imprudent moves, he was going to close his eyes and wait for death. He heard a loud shout like a morning bell and a dusk drum coming from above his head.

"Don't panic, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing two fierce figures dressed in black and covering their heads and faces, they fell from the sky, firmly blocking the middle-aged man who was about to be shot into honeycomb coal by an arrow. The locust-like arrow fell on the bodies of the two men in black, and only heard:

Burst! Burst!! Burst!!! Ding~Ding~Dang~~!

The general dull sound and the clashing of metal continued to sound, like an arrow falling on a thick rubber tire, or an iron man covered in copper. Every arrow, at most, passed through the black coat on these men in black, or made a little red mark appear on their skin, and not a drop of blood came out at all.

It is really a stunt transformed from the golden bell jar in the four great magic skills of the Shaolin Temple - King Kong is not bad!

In a way, this thing is much more useful than the "Iron Shirt" skill in the Barbarian Pro's skill. The "Iron Cloth Shirt" can only permanently increase the defense percentage at most, but this King Kong is not bad but it can passively increase the defense percentage at the same time, it can also passively increase the damage reduction!

If you practice the Vajra Divine Skill to the end of the world, if you put it in the professional system, it may be the skill of "Iron Cloth Shirt" plus the forced reduction of 50-100 points of physical damage, 30-80 points of magic damage, and so on.

And the loud shouts of the two black-clothed men when they landed on the ground, under the blessing of the lion's roar of the Shaolin Temple, by the surprise that suddenly came from the sky at this time, it was really like a thunderbolt that shook the sky. Let the group of red-clothed lamas besieging these two middle-aged people all cover their ears and scream, and the foot soldiers who want to release arrows one after another are also crooked and dizzy.

…… All of this is like the screaming skill in the Barbarian professional skill.

"Stun", "Has a chance to make the enemy flee", "Force damage", "Reduces target accuracy", "Morale boosts", "Reduces target's defense", ...... and so on, a lot of barbarian scream special effects, and even upgraded versions.

From this, you can imagine how similar the "barbarian profession" of this dark planet is to the "warrior monk" profession of this martial arts world.

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The picture turned back, and I saw that the two middle-aged men who had been besieged by the lama before saw the two monks in front of them who blocked the arrow with their bodies and still flashed dark gold under their skin, and they were immediately suppressed by the cool exercises of the two.

There are also those exaggerated scenes of following behind the two people, holding long sticks and ring knives, basically rushing left and right in the Mongolian army without defense, and sweeping away several sergeants with a stick. Seeing that the two brothers who had been besieged before were full of blood.

It's so domineering!

That's how men should be!! It doesn't matter if it's a rain of guns and arrows, or a sword and a sword, Hugh will hurt a single hair of my hair! At that moment, they couldn't help but want to rush over and participate in the fight with these hooded monks.

But the older brother still held back that thought, and at the same time pulled the younger brother to speak:

"Xiao Wu, don't go over! At this time, it was a scuffle, and we had never practiced this kind of clever horizontal kung fu. In the past, if you were hit by 'churn', it would be over. ”

After all, the fact that second-rate masters can't detach their internal qi from their bodies limits their own defense from being much higher than ordinary people. It is not necessary to be able to dodge every arrow miss when the arrow is flying wildly, so don't personally participate in this kind of tragic hand-to-hand combat battlefield in ancient times.

That's right, these two people are Guo Jing's two unsuccessful apprentices, Dawu Xiaowu.

They have such good resources for martial arts training, but they are so wasted. While beating others with his immature martial arts, he even envied the stupid kung fu of Shaolin Temple, which can be regarded as two wonders.

All this, of course, is because they are too well protected by Guo Jing. Naturally, he has not experienced many battles in the rivers and lakes by Guo Jing's side, and Guo Jing, the master, has never been willing to let them directly participate in the war where human lives are like mustard.

This time, if it weren't for the strategy of Qi Siyuan and Lin Qingzhi, the two people successfully disrupted the form outside Xiangyang City, so that the people in the rivers and lakes would have a place to use. Guo Jing was not willing to let them come out to experience at all.

That's it, Guo Jing sent his son-in-law and right-hand hand Yeluqi to protect them.

Moreover, this is such a great joy, the heart is higher than the sky, and the two brothers with low eyes and hands don't know what they did this time, and they actually provoked such a large siege by a regular Mongolian army. Yeluqi, who had harmed the first-class masters and fought on the battlefield for many years, was busy holding back the most threatening cavalry without splitting his body.

If it weren't for the coincidence of this group of Shaolin Temple monks, I'm afraid this Xiao Wu would have hiccuped directly. When the time comes, Yan Ping will be widowed, and Yeluqi will also have the preconditions for splitting his legs, and Lin Qingzhi's plan to dig the foot of the wall will directly succeed by a quarter.

(To be continued.) )