Alice. Nika told Sun Pan that the Italian Light Sage's ability to step on the rope and tread rope was far better than Sun Panzi's, and everyone knew that the three Italian Light Sages who ate and dipped sugar had already planned it, and deliberately waited for Sun Panzi here, and then wiped everyone out.

Bao Yuan really regrets that he should have let the idiot old man kill the foreigner theological elite earlier, and stay until the end, so as to add farts to everyone.

Sun Panzi stood on the golden rope and staggered more than twenty big steps, his body was shaky, and it looked like he would fall down at any time.

Ping Sigui, Song Peng, and Fatty Mao pinched a handful of fat sweat, first, they were worried about whether Sun Panzi would work? The second is who can kill whom on the golden rope? The third is that Sun Panzi killed the Italian Bright Sage, and then how should everyone pass, and he was worried.

Bao Yuan shouted anxiously: "Ninth Master, don't be strong if you really can't get by, let's go around!" ”

Song Peng shouted angrily: "Turtle Sun, if you have the ability, you go ashore and set up a formation to fight, what kind of hero is three to fight one?" ”

The fat hair wilted and said, "Around? Where the hell is going around? Seeing that Huashan is on this road, how can there be any other way to go? Go back and eat fish and crabs, damn, there are foreign devils in front, big fish and big crabs in the back, damn, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp, ouch, Lao Tzu's nose is ......"

It is more than 100 meters away, and it is not far away, but it is not close.

Look at it in the eyes is not far, one foot on the golden rope, but it is not a distance of more than 100 meters, at least you have to multiply a hundred times a thousand to calculate.

The three Italian saints of light stood on the golden rope, a little self-forgetful.

Bao Yuan looked at it in his eyes, damn. I really want to go up and smoke it hard, shit. The problem is that Bao Yuan can't get over it at all. I can only stare dryly.

As Fat Mao, Ping Sigui, and Song Peng thought, even if Sun Panzi's kung fu is solid, and he is lucky enough to kill these three people, how can everyone pass?

At this moment, Bao Yuangan hurriedly came up with a bad idea, stomped his feet, and complained about the three giants in the Meteorite Palace Cycle Hall, he knew that it was such a bullshit result, and in the Meteorite Palace Cycle Hall, he should have thought of letting the idiot old man kill the foreigners. It's late, it's too late to think about it now.

Previously, Sun Panzi and Zhang Liutong fought against seventy or eighty foreign theological elites.

The weapon in Sun Panzi's hand has become a defective product, he stood on the golden rope, stretched out his arms, and walked twenty meters away, Sun Panzi no longer trembled and groped his way forward, his body changed, and he quickly stabbed towards the three Bright Saints. Stabbed in the air. The feet of the three Italian saints of light seemed to be glued to the golden wire bridge, one dangling, and the three of them spun upside down and twisted one another. The three sharp swords slashed at Sun Panzi respectively.

Bao Yuan's heart was beating when he saw it, and he couldn't help shouting: "Ninth Master, be careful!" ”

Song Peng's mouth trembled and sifted and said: "Amitabha...... Amitabha...... Bless the Nine Masters to open the victory......"

The fat hair's hurt nose can't be taken care of. How much stool can a swollen mouth open: "Dry ...... The Ninth Master...... Kill these three turtle grandchildren......"

Ping Sigui saw that Sun Panzi was in a weak position, and he was very sorry. couldn't help but say: "Ninth Master, if you can kill, you will kill." We can't kill it, we will become benevolent together. ”

Bao Yuan scolded: "Can you speak? Can't talk less fucking interjections. ”

Standing on the top of the golden rope, there is very little room for maneuver, and he can only choose to move forward or backward, in comparison, the danger factor of retreat is very large, because there are no eyes behind the back of the head. The left can't dodge, the right can't dodge, the balance is lost, the weight of the body is lost, and there is a possibility of falling into this abyss at any time. Sun Panzi is neither a god nor an immortal, he is a real mortal, and there is only one result when he falls, and the jade is burned.

The three sharp swords slashed at the upper, middle and lower three roads of Sun Panzi respectively.

It is about the skills of fighting, assassination, and climbing.

Don't say that these three bullshit Italian Bright Saints, even ten Italian Bright Saints, are definitely not Sun Panzi's opponents.

The point is that the venue of the duel is greatly unfavorable to Sun Panzi.

Suddenly, the three swords of the upper, middle and lower three horizontal slashes, hard cuts, and lower cuts were all set aside by Sun Panzi, and without waiting for the opponent to make the second move, Sun Panzi jumped backwards and jumped a few steps, standing firmly on the golden rope, Sun Panzi said in his heart: "Sun has only one hand and two feet, although he worked kung fu in the early years, it is really not an easy task to fight and kill three foreigners on the golden rope...... The current situation is harmful and unprofitable, and in the long run, not only will you not be able to get out, but these hairy boys will also lose their lives, how is it good? Mrs. Bao died tragically here, how did Sun explain to his good granddaughter? ”

Only one trick was tried.

The three Italian saints of light noticed that Sun Panzi really lived up to his reputation, and the three of them relied on their own rope and rope kung fu, and no longer chose to continue to use the strong, standing on the golden rope and changing tricks and tossing, waiting for work, intending to throw Sun Panzi into the abyss.

Everyone stood in the rear and skimmed, and the more they looked, the more anxious they became.

Sun Panzi stood on the golden rope and looked out from afar, like a small sailboat rising and falling in the huge waves, swaying from side to side.

Fat Mao's heart was furious, and he tried his best to worry about the safety of Sun Panzi, and turned around in two circles in a sad and melancholy manner, and Fat Mao picked up a meteorite that was half the size of a small meteorite, and threw it into the formation, and the meteorite flew out forty or fifty meters and fell, about a little later, and then there was a sound of the ground.

Alice. Nika pulled another gun out of her boots, the last one on her body, with few bullets left.

Three shots.

The fact that she couldn't hurt the swaying Italian Saint of Light at all inevitably made her anxious.

Bao Yuan picked up a meteorite from the ground and shouted: "Damn, I don't believe that I can't kill these three foreign dogs, damn, eat a brick from Lao Tzu." ”

It's strange to say.

Bao Yuan can see clearly, draw accurately, and throw ruthlessly, and throw it out with a flick of anger, it's weird, it's really weird, the meteorite didn't show a little arc, the speed was extremely fast, and it exceeded the bullet time. Song Peng originally thought, a distance of 100 meters, even if Bao Xiaotai is awesome, it is strange that he can hit others with such a throw, it is a waste of strength, it is better to save his strength and think about how he should fail, damn, this time it may really be folded here.

Ping Sigui and Fatty Mao's eyes widened.

It's incredible!

Oh, my God!

The three Italian saints of light stood on the golden rope and turned left and right, bounced, jumped, and shaken, and the three of them tossed the crumbling Sun Pan like joy. After Bao Yuan's meteorite flew straight out, it smashed into the temple of one of the Italian Saints of Light impartially, and without waiting for the other party to react to what was going on, the Saint of Lights who was recruited was crooked and fell headlong.

"Good job, Little Master Bao is amazing!" The fat hair's mouth couldn't close, and he clapped his hands and shouted, "Little Master Bao, smash it again, you have to deal with these three shit-eating foreign turtle grandchildren, damn, foreign devils, there is Little Master Bao here, all these skills you play are called monkey play." ”

"You, you...... How could you throw so far and so accurately......" Alice. Nika is a bit bossy and doesn't believe it, a hundred meters away, when the weight is insufficient, it is not easy to throw it with his bare hands, not to mention that he can accurately hit the target, and the target is still in action. (To be continued.) )