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Hearing Sanzang's unconcerned refusal tone, Jian Xifeng didn't want to say anything more, and the weapon was directly in his hand.

The weapon of the sword Zephyr is a hammer.

Qingcheng faction martial arts, hidden weapons, hammers, swords.

The secret weapon of the Qingcheng faction is strange and unpredictable, and the martial arts recognized by the rivers and lakes have nine dozen green characters, and the nine fights of green characters are not a martial arts, but a series of martial arts.

Qingcheng faction hammer method, pay attention to a broken word, broken shield, broken armor, broken soldiers, the strongest series of martial arts is the city word eighteen broken, the rivers and lakes spread, the Qingcheng faction has a divine soldier, Lei Gong Bang, Lei Gong Bang with a complete city word eighteen broken, not lost to any of the world's top martial arts.

As for the swordsmanship of the Qingcheng faction, although it is not weak, it does not have a particularly good martial arts.

Seeing the hammer in the hand of Jian Xifeng, Sanzang was curious, this was the first time he had seen a hammer weapon, and he didn't know anything about hammer martial arts.

The hammer of the sword Zephyr is not an exaggeration, the handle of the hammer is about half a meter long, the tip of the hammer is about the same as a rugby ball, and the size and oval shape are not much different.

Although he has never seen a hammer weapon, and he has not understood the hammer martial arts, Sanzang is not afraid, no matter how many the sword Xifeng on the opposite side ranks among the top ten disciples of the Qingcheng faction, Sanzang believes that in the face of himself, he can only be beaten violently.

Jian Xifeng took out his weapon, Sanzang didn't want to talk nonsense, the long stick was in hand, and the snake stepped to launch, instantly approaching Jian Xifeng.

Sanzang is very fast, and the long stick is almost instantaneous from shooting to approaching. But the sword Xifeng faced Sanzang's long stick, his movements were not chaotic at all, his body leaned sideways, and the hammer in his hand swung horizontally, smashing directly into Sanzang's chest.

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"Senior sister, you say, how long will this battle take?" When the junior sister saw the battle on the stage, she seemed to be a little nervous, and unconsciously clenched her senior sister's hand.

"Don't worry, how long you fight, it all depends on the mood of the monk." The strength in the senior sister's hand tightened and comforted.

"What do you mean?" The junior sister didn't understand the senior sister's words.

"It means that the monk can completely abuse the self-righteous sword Xifeng, so how long he will fight depends entirely on his mood." Senior sister looked at Sanzang in the ring, her eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Is he so strong?" After listening to the words of the senior sister, the junior sister muttered to herself, her eyes unconsciously turned to the ring, and she looked at Sanzang seriously.

……

As Senior Sister Yu Tiange said, Sanzang's strength can completely abuse this sword west wind, as soon as Pu touched, Sanzang found that although the sword west wind hammer was swirling, its own speed and attack speed were slow, not to mention the attack power, the key hit couldn't hit himself.

In this case, Sanzang is no longer polite, and the long stick uses the Shaolin stick method, which is directly beckoned to the west of the sword.

The strength of the sword west wind is much stronger than the song of flowers, but in the face of Sanzang, the end is still the same as the song of flowers, only the part of being beaten by bang.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior brother!"

The juniors and disciples who came with Jian Xifeng shouted anxiously when they saw that their senior brother was being abused, but unfortunately, under the rules of the system, they couldn't interfere in the battle, and they couldn't get into the ring.

"Monk, let go of Senior Brother, otherwise our Qingcheng faction will not die with you." Flower Song stared at Sanzang angrily, and his eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire.

It's a pity that Sanzangli ignored him, glanced at him contemptuously, and kept the long stick in his hand.

The song of the flower was so angry that Sanzang was about to vomit blood, and he couldn't wait to rush to the ring at this moment to bite Sanzang.

Jian Xifeng is also a man, he knows that it is useless to beg for mercy and is embarrassed, and he also knows that the speed is no more than Sanzang, and he can't dodge the attack, so after a few times, he simply holds his head and fights directly.

"This monk is so strong, Jian Xifeng has no power to fight back at all." Non-Shaolin disciples sighed when they saw Sanzang abusing the sword and fighting the west wind.

"Senior brother is so strong, I have to work hard to beat the heroes of the world with one stick." This is Shaolin players who see Sanzang abusing the sword and fighting the west wind, and encourage themselves.

"Senior sister, it's really the same as you said, the sword west wind is so miserable." Sister.

"These Qingcheng factions think that they are the best in the world every day, and it is good to be abused, but I don't think this monk is in the mood to abuse the sword Xifeng." Masters.

"Why?" Sister.

"A turtle lying on its stomach, would you like to play all the time? The key knocks and doesn't scream. "Senior sister.

"Haha, sword Zefeng, turtle that doesn't bark." The younger sister laughed happily.

Fortunately, the two of them are far away from the players of the Qingcheng faction, and the other party's energy is now all in the ring, otherwise this laughter may really cause some small trouble.

"Be quiet, there are more than a dozen people on the other side, and we can't beat the two of us." Senior Sister took Senior Sister's hand and reminded.

"Don't be afraid, there is a senior sister here, there are many of them, and they don't dare to do it." The junior sister smiled and was not afraid at all.

Jian Xifeng hugged his head and let him fight, not screaming or making trouble, Sanzang hit a few sticks and was a little excited.

"Forget it, it's not fun to fight a turtle."

Sanzang muttered to himself, and sent the sword West Wind to reincarnation with a stick.

"You ......"

Hua Zhige heard Sanzang's self-talk, and saw Sanzang send his senior brother Jian Xifeng to reincarnation with a stick at will, he was ashamed and angry, his originally handsome face was purple, and he pointed at Sanzang, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Senior brother, let's kill him together."

"Senior brother, kill him, it's a big deal not to come to Shaolin again."

"Yes, senior brother, kill him, at most he will be killed by Shaolin disciples a few more times, we must come out of this breath."

His senior brother was tortured and killed in front of the public, and several disciples behind him shouted angrily, urging Hua Zhige to decide to beat Sanzang.

Among several people, except for Jian Xifeng, the Song of Flowers is the strongest, and Jian Xifeng is not there, so the decision to speak is in his hands, and the people of the Qingcheng faction are ashamed and angry in their hearts, and they can't wait for the Song of Flowers to make a decision.

"Stop making noise, let's come up together."

Hearing the angry screams of the Qingcheng faction, Sanzang also happened to have the idea of killing them all over again.

The song of killing flowers is because he can't accept that he shows his love for Xiao Qi in front of the public, which makes everyone know, and killing the sword Xifeng is completely unaccustomed to this kind of behavior of beating the junior brother and the senior brother to come back to the field.

And if you want to kill these players again, it is completely up to these people to be unhappy.

Anyway, he won't really die, and if he is in a bad mood, he will kill him.

"Okay, I'll see how strong you are, and you can kill a few of our senior brothers."

Flower Song gritted her teeth and said angrily.

After saying that, he jumped into the ring with a light leap, and those juniors and disciples also followed in an instant.

"Domineering!" Senior sister Yu Tiange saw Sanzang's movements and heard Sanzang's words, and she couldn't control her excitement.

"Senior sister, let's go." The junior sister pulled the sleeve of the senior sister Yu Tiange.

"What? The play hasn't finished yet, and the money hasn't arrived yet. The senior sister looked at the junior sister puzzled.

"I'm afraid that my senior sister won't be able to take it back if she is moved, and it will be very sad to fall in love with a monk." The junior sister said with a serious face.

"Xiao Nizi, if you want to make your senior sister tempted, it's a very difficult and difficult thing, don't worry." The senior sister couldn't help pinching her face again.

"But how do I feel it's easy?" The junior sister tilted her head, as if she didn't believe her words.

"Your senses are never right. Let's watch the play, haven't you long been uncomfortable watching these people from the Qingcheng faction? Then take a good look at how they are abused. Moreover, after reading it, we can also ask the monk for gold. "Senior sister.

"Okay!" The junior sister nodded in agreement, and she didn't know if she wanted to see the Qingcheng sect disciples abused, or if she cared about the ten taels of gold.