Mu Dianke looked at the pitch-black eyes close at hand in front of him in a daze, and he didn't know where he was for a while. I just want to sink like this, and melt into his long and affectionate gaze.

I only heard a strange laugh from the corner.

Mu Dianke suddenly woke up, Chang Qianfo had already stood up, and shouted loudly: "Who is it?" Since you're here, why hide your head and shrink your tail? ”

His voice was intended to remind Ling Fu and the others upstairs. However, Ling Fu, who should have been responsive, did not respond, and there was no movement in Xu Younan's room.

Chang Qianfo had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Bang", the corner door in the southeast corner of the inn slammed to the ground, and a leper monk and a triangular-eyed old man walked in one after the other.

One monk and another,

Ten miles to escape from the wind.

The monk is a flower-picking monk,

The Tao is a river and a foreign thief.

Peach Blossom Monk and Gold and Silver Dao People!

The peach blossom monk clasped his palms together and chanted "Amitabha", his eyes were glued to Mu Dianke's body: "What a Peugeot little lady!" The face is like a peach blossom, and the body is like a willow wind, wonderful! ”

Jin Yindao said: "The monk is careless. Although this little lady is beautiful, it is a flower with a stinger, and the monk must not be greedy for beauty and lose his life. ”

The peach blossom monk smiled and said, "Such a beauty, if you can be with the spring breeze for a while, it is worth being a ghost." ”

Mu Dianke's eyes were cold, and the fish intestine sword was in his hands, and he was about to burst out and hurt people. Chang Qianfo had already taken a step ahead of her, his body suddenly rose, and he smashed towards the peach blossom monk with a punch.

The peach blossom monk did not retreat but advanced, his hands came out, the gray robe flew like a butterfly, bringing a strong wind, the sand and stones flew in the patio, and the sky was dark and the moon was dark.

The peach blossom monk clamped Chang Qianfo's fist between his palms. The internal force is as thick as the sea, and the strength is amazing.

Chang Qianfo's fist is like a quagmire, and he can't use half of his strength. Then he took out his left hand and struck at the neck of the peach blossom monk.

It's incredibly fast.

The peach blossom monk was caught off guard, and in a hurry, he only had time to turn his head, and Chang Qianfo's palm hit the air, his palm flipped over, and the lower edge flew over the monk's left face. I only heard a crisp click, and the mandible was already cracked.

The monk let go of his hand, formed a fist with one hand, and collided with Chang Qianfo's fist in the air, and both of their arms were numb.

Monks are born with abnormal endowments, they can hold a pen with both hands at the same time, draw a square with one hand, and make a circle with the other. In the battle, both hands make moves, and they do not interfere with each other at all.

At the moment, the other hand used enough internal force, and a black tiger dug out his heart, and grabbed it towards the heart of the thousand Buddhas.

Unexpectedly, Chang Qianfo shot faster.

The monk's palm was still a few inches from his chest, and Chang Qianfo's left leg had already hit the monk's crotch with a thousand powers.

The Peach Blossom Monk was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated. Loud voice: "Who are you?" ”

The Peach Blossom Monk has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and he claims to be well-informed, but he has never heard of such a master in the Ming Palace.

With this kind of speed and strength, Qu Ya of "Tongtian Fist" may be able to do it.

But this person is young, and it is categorically impossible to be Qu Ya.

"Ecstasy" Mu Zijin? He is of the same age, but his palm method is clearly not the way of the Burning Sun Sect.

Chang Qianfo had a calm face and didn't say a word, just chased and beat the monk fiercely, and only saw the shadow of the fist wind and legs in the air.

The Peach Blossom Monk retreated all the way, flying up and down in the patio.

When Chang Qianfo shot at the peach blossom monk, Mu Dianke also flew up, holding a short sword with fish intestines, the sword was like a meteor, and quickly stabbed at the gold and silver Taoist who moved at the right time.

The gold and silver road chief whisked the dust, and the dust made of the horse's mane tail was as soft as a rope, and rolled towards Mu Dianke's arm.

Mu Dianke flipped his wrist, took the knife intent of the Jin family knife "Broken Flow Knife", and waved it out in a domineering style, and the tail of the horse's mane was cut off

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Half, when the air sprinkled.

The gold and silver Taoist priest hurriedly collected the dust, flicked it in the air, and the dust condensed into a strand, suddenly turned into a sharp sword, and stabbed towards Mu Dianke.

Mu Dian is not in love with war, a sword has been stabbed, the tip of the toe is on the pillar, with the help of the turn, towards the opposite corridor, elbow light on the railing on the corridor, turn again, like a light swallow rush, a sword forward, straight to the heart of the peach blossom monk.

The peach blossom monk was sensitive, and he noticed the murderous aura behind him, and hurriedly turned around to protect him.

At the moment when the peach blossom monk turned his head, Mu Dianke raised his head suddenly, and his head spread out like a waterfall and green silk, rising in the wind. The ends of his hair were wrapped in turquoise hairpins and flung forward.

A pale green light and shadow were fleeting.

The Peach Blossom Monk reached out to cover his left eye, and blood flowed from his fingers.

At the same moment, the short sword in Mu Dianke's hand also pierced into the mouth of the peach blossom monk, and his wrist was injected and quickly stirred. The Peach Blossom Monk let out a miserable scream, raised his hands and slapped at Mu Dian Ke Tianling Gai.

Under the rage, his palm was like thunder, and the wind was as sharp as a knife, and when it fell to his sideburns, it was a thin bloody mouth.

You can imagine the strength of that palm.

If it was photographed, it would have been a broken skull and he would have died tragically on the spot.

Chang Qianfo's heart tightened, and he stepped forward and shot down with one palm.

The peach blossom monk only felt a pain in his back, and his internal organs were stirred like a sharp knife, and his qi and blood were surging, and he couldn't stand it anymore, and bent down and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which was wrapped in Sensen's white teeth and half a tongue.

It's already dumb.

The gold and silver Taoist chased after him with the dust in his hand, and with a forceful lift, the dust turned into hundreds of sharp swords in the hands of the Taoist. The horsetail is like iron, and it is pierced towards the back of the neck of the thousand Buddhas.

Chang Qianfo was like a hindsight, and he leaned over suddenly, avoiding the attack of the Taoist. Turn over and turn your back, wrap your arms around the dust, overcome rigidity with softness, and follow the trend.

The palm of the hand is still flicking, like a snake winding, and it is forced to the Taoist in an instant, grabbing the dust handle and sending it forward.

A large hole was pierced in the chest of the gold and silver Taoist. His face was full of astonishment, and he couldn't believe it.

Mu Dianke had already gone around to the back of the Golden and Silver Daoist, and the fish intestine sword rested on the throat of the Daoist, and when he came back, he saw that he was about to cut the throat of the triangular rat-eyed obscene Taoist to death.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, the gold and silver Taoist suddenly raised his head, and his body shrank suddenly, and he was three feet shorter in an instant, becoming the size of a child. His eyes were red, he held a black iron handle in his hand, and threw out a plate of silver wire from his arms, and the speed of the shot was more than twice as fast as before.

Mu Dian had only heard of some strange arts on the rivers and lakes before, which could instantly improve people's strength at the cost of sacrificing the human body. I didn't want to see it with my own eyes today, so I missed the sword and quickly retreated.

The coiled silver filaments shook open in the air, a thin wisp, almost invisible, and it was the rare military thing "Wind Cutting Iron" that was used to hunt down Mu Dianke not long ago.

Mu Dian couldn't dodge, so that the tail tip of the silver wire was thrown onto the back of his hand, and the wound was deep and the bone was visible.

Chang Qianfo was furious, flew up and kicked the head of the gold and silver Taoist. Jin Yindao suffered blood from his mouth and nose, struggled twice, and actually got up from the ground, shook off the cutting iron, and attacked again.

I heard the peach blossom monk shouting: "He is a square string, don't touch him." Come on! ”

The people of the gold and silver road also knew that the situation was not good, and turned around and fled.

Mu Dian can be where he is willing to follow, his feet are on the ground, and his body is like an arrow full of bows. The short sword in his hand was faster than a person, and he flew out of his hand, chasing after the heart of the gold and silver Taoist, and the handle was submerged.

Chang Qianfo mentioned light work and chased after the peach blossom monk. As soon as he came out of the southwest corner gate, he saw that the burly body of the peach blossom monk had lost its support and fell forward heavily.

A dark black butterfly flew away from the peach blossom monk, fluttered forward, and landed in the palm of an outstretched hand.

A girl with long hair hanging down to the ground stood in the night, dressed in light clothes like clouds, raised her head, and smiled at Chang Qianfo: "Don't come to harm, Chang Gongzi?" ”