Shaoji is young and unafraid, a newborn calf, what is a tiger?" When the monk used the Luohan Demon Fist to rush again, a ray of essence flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes, the blood in his body "gurgling", and the pain in his body was completely unfelt, and there was only a anger that needed to be vented.

The spear let out a sharp hum like a dragon going out to sea, bringing out a black cyclone, and the fist collided with the head of the spear, Zhao Yun immediately felt a huge force spread along the body of the spear, knocking him back dozens of steps again.

The monk didn't retreat a step, but his eyes were suspicious, if just now, this punch could kill Zhao Yun, but now it only knocked him back dozens of steps.

"What a freak!" The monk squinted, drew a semicircle under his feet, and the bones in his body clicked, as if there was an explosive force brewing.

The monk stepped forward on tiptoe, and when Zhao Yun took out the gun, he suddenly turned his fist into a claw, and held the body of the gun deadly, and then reversed his body and slammed into Zhao Yun's heart with his arm and the back of his fist, and the action was smooth.

If Zhao Yun insisted on pulling out the spear, then it was likely that he would not have time to take a heavy hammer, but he was not a pedantic person after all, when he felt the crisis, Zhao Dagongzi did the opposite, kicked on his hind foot, pushed the gun forward, and pushed him around with the monk's hand for half a circle, and forcibly deformed the monk's original movements, and the two separated after going around in a circle.

As soon as they parted, the monk did not pause, and a set of serial fists smashed down overwhelmingly, fast and ruthless, and a series of phantoms brought out a series of sonic booms, forcing Zhao Yun to retreat again.

"Aren't you tired of playing so fast?" Zhao Yun didn't choose to treat the fast with the fast, because no matter how fast the gun was, it couldn't be faster than the two fists, and there was no need to be entangled, but he didn't have no way to deal with it, but he saw the right time, and the head of the gun was quickly pointed in the gap between the two fists, so that the monk had to be distracted to defend.

However, he still underestimated the monk, and after sensing his intentions, the monk did not defend at all, allowing the spear to break through the defense line, but just when Zhao Yun thought he was going to pierce him, the monk moved sideways and grabbed the body of the spear with his back elbow, and then the punch of the sandbag hit Zhao Yun's head!

"Yun'er!" This scene came so suddenly that Shujuan was frightened.

After all, it was a lack of combat experience, and Zhao Yun realized his problem, but it was not too late.

Under the real crisis, there seems to be a horse roaring, Shaoji's ambition, I don't know the tiger's fierceness, there are tigers, and we resist it with hooves!

"Fu Fang Gong, death is like home!" Zhao Yun's body suddenly burst out with three times the force, and in an instant, the spear broke free, and the head of the spear was withdrawn and cut the monk's ribs, and the body of the spear and the fist collided fiercely, and the two of them were rebounded and retreated at the same time.

This trick "death as home" was used by Jiang Gu, the commander of the county guard mansion at that time, and he almost made Zhao Yun fall with three times the strength, but fortunately, Jiang Gu was not dead enough and full of flaws, so he took advantage of the loophole, but Zhao Yun is a person who often hangs around the ghost gate, and this trick has no flaws!

The monk thought that Zhao Yun just broke out by accident and couldn't last, so he attacked with a more violent attitude, and every punch could kill a cow, but the fact was that Zhao Yun was able to continue to send out three times the force, and the more he fought, the more fearless he became, and if he continued like this, he would inevitably suppress him with the anti-guest.

"What a Fu Gong Gong!" The monk obviously recognized this exercise, looked at the old man and said, "Senior, can you put it on the next life path?"

The corners of the old man's mouth rose, and he understood what he meant, but he still said indifferently, "If you win him, you can leave."

The monk's face was gloomy, he had the means, but he didn't want to use it.

"Dare to be distracted!" Zhao Yun is not a decent man and gentleman, he has to fight a fair duel, how can he let go of this kind of opportunity, he should fight back after being pressed for so long.

Between the lightning and flint, the cold light took the lead, the spear was like a dragon, and the spear pierced the air with the will to die and a sense of anger, like a life-seeking blade rushing towards the monk,

The monk exhaled a breath of anger, a red light flashed in his eyes, and a trace of black gas appeared on his body, and the original bright and majestic Arhat power suddenly dissipated, replaced by a gloomy momentum that suppressed evil.

"Click!" Zhao Yun's most fierce shot in his life was actually caught by the monk, and it was caught at the head of the gun, and he couldn't break free with his strength.

"Enough kid, kid?" The monk's palm was forceful, and it seemed that he wanted to break the spear, but after trying several times, the bruises on his face came out and he failed to succeed, and the scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

"It's a good gun!"

"Demon monk, you've finally shown your face!"

"It's just that the cultivation method is different, how can you say that the demon is not a demon, now, I will let you see and understand, what is the "Wuxiang Sutra"!"

On the monk's body, dense black dots appeared on the dark golden Luohan bronze, like pockmarks.

"No phase is no knot!" The monk suddenly pulled the spear with Zhao Yun with force, and at the same time attacked with his right fist, the black dots on the fist jumped rapidly, and the force was increased by as much as five times, and the qi wave generated by the fist emitted a terrible tsunami sound, like the hand of hell asking for his life.

Rao is Zhao Yun had already prepared, and he didn't expect this guy to be so perverted, this punch was not only powerful, but also carried an evil power that suppressed the mind, making the spirit in a trance.

The real crisis, although the monk knew that he would not let go of the old man Zhao Yun if he killed him, he could no longer control himself in this state.

But at this time, the corners of Zhao Yun's mouth actually raised a strange arc, like excitement, like a pervert, I really like this feeling of dying, nervous and exciting.

"Death is like home, and death is peace!" Between life and death, Zhao Yun's understanding of Fu Fanggong's death is deeper, he decisively let go of the gun, the muscles of his arms moved, and the courage of seeing death as if he was at home drove the spirit and spirit to condense in his right fist, and his strength reached its peak in an instant, although there was still a big gap compared with the monk, but the momentum was not lost at all.

A loud bang stirred up an invisible wave of qi, Zhao Yun flew out upside down without accident, his right fist was cracked, dripping with blood, and his whole arm was trembling, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was even more evil, comparable to the coldness of the monk, and there was no one to mess with.

"Come on!" Zhao Yun appeared in his hand the nine-curved broken golden spear that he got from the childlike general, and the strength of death was instilled into the body of the spear, and he took the initiative to attack the monk.

The monk was no longer like a monk at all, he had really become a demon monk, his fist was like an iron stone, constantly colliding with the tip of the spear to produce sparks.

Although the monk has basically eliminated the effect of freezing, his strength is still locked in the martial arts trifecta, and he can't pry open the old man's seal even if he tries everything he can, so he aims at Zhao Yun with resentment and hatred, and there is no problem with repaying his debts and grandchildren.

Zhao Yun's mind was full of mantras at this time, and the three words of death were constantly circling in his mind like a spell, although these words had not been in contact for much time, they had always been with him.

Although the monk has the upper hand, he has never been able to help Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun once again became more and more courageous in the battle, and the basic marksmanship was vividly played, showing solid basic skills in no moves.

"Ahh After another hard blow, the monk's eyes suddenly became red, and the momentum on his body continued to rise, he slowly turned his neck, and the black spots on his body flowed rapidly, completely covering the golden Arhat bronze body, and a pair of black fists were deep and full of power.

"Click!" As soon as the monk clenched his fist, the air in his hand was directly pinched and exploded by him, which shows what level of strength he has reached.

"Brush!" The monk hurriedly approached, and the pitch-black fist slammed into Zhao Yun's nine-curved broken golden spear like a hammer, and Zhao Yun, who had just hit a five-five shot, once again completely fell behind, and even flew out with the gun.

Under the influence of death, Zhao Yun was not particularly conscious at this time, and he was not to blame, it was the negative effect of Fu Fang Gong, this thing was not a normal exercise, it was used by the dead, and it naturally had a strong brainlessness, which could make people infinitely reduce human nature and expand animal nature in the process of use, so it would increase in strength.

"Let's do it!" The monk's black fist did not stop, punching and punching at Jiuqu Broken Golden Gun and Zhao Yun, the latter was powerless to resist even if he had the will to die, and could only retreat one after another.

"Let's have fun, then!" Zhao Yun in the chaos chose the sword to go sideways, he actually took the initiative to activate a part of the chains, and the intense pain instantly made his blood boil, and if he wanted to play, he would play big.

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