Chapter Seventy-Five: Bloody Southern Shaolin

Xu Lingfeng hurriedly called the three girls, came to the door, and looked, the sky was already bright, the tiger and wolf soldiers on the courtyard wall stretched their bows and arrows, and fed the crossbows.

The officers and soldiers on the third floor outside the gate and the outer three floors, and they all wrapped their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, Luo Yangxing rode on a horse, holding a folding fan in his hand, and said to Yang Deyong with a smile on the iron palm spear: Hurry up and hand over the national treasure, for the sake of Old Man Tong, Rao Er will not die! Otherwise, step on your Quanzhou rudder!

Yang Deyong pointed at the gun: "I will make you a traitor, communicate with foreign countries, and betray your loyalty, today I Yang Deyong have a little anger, and I will not tolerate you as a traitor!" ”

"Traitor, you take your life!" Xu Lingfeng hurriedly shouted: "Senior brother, slow down!" ”

Yang Deyong looked back and hurriedly saluted: "Did you disturb the young master, why did you get up?" ”

Xu Lingfeng said: "Wake up, come out and see, senior brother, you step back for the time being, you come to command the tiger and wolf soldiers, and Sister Yue and I will kill this dog thief!" ”

After Xu Lingfeng finished speaking, he and Murong Wanyue combined their swords, rushed out of the compound, and went straight to Luo Yangxing!

Luo Yangxing relied on the strength of the crowd, gestured with his hands, rushed out of one person, held a pair of sledgehammers in his hand, rounded it up, and went straight to Xu Lingfeng Murong Wanyue!

This sledgehammer was directly cut in half by Xu Lingfeng with a sword, Murong Wanyue took a dagger, this sledgehammer made this miserable, and was split in half by Murong Wanyue!

Xu Lingfeng said to Luo Yangxing: "Traitor, don't hurt the innocent, come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds!" ”

Luo Yangxing just didn't make a move, and sent another one, and he was also killed by Xu Lingfeng with a sword!

Luo Yangxing sent more than a dozen people one after another, all of whom were killed by Xu Lingfeng and Murong Wanyue with a sword!

Luo Yangxing still held the folding fan in his hand, smiled, felt almost, and said behind him: "Master, you have seen it almost, it's time for you to get out!" ”

At this time, an urn sounded the voice of the urn: Little doll, the poor monk is coming!

Strode a red-clothed lama with a height of two feet and a round waist!

Xu Lingfeng saw that this lama was extraordinary, holding two swords with hooks, shining brightly!

At this time, someone behind him said: "Xianggong, Sister Murong, you two stand down and rest for a while, let us take his life!" ”

Shangguan Yunzhu Shangguan Yunzhu sisters came out, these two sisters were originally excellent in martial arts, and in order to fight quickly, they decided to join forces to get rid of this thief monk!

Xu Lingfeng Murong Wanyue withdrew and said, "Be careful, the Wu Hook Sword of the Fan Monk is extremely vicious!" ”

Sister Shangguan nodded and came out, and the double flute shot out, and went straight to this red-clothed lama!

The three of them are fighting in one place, and it is almost an hour, and the fight is getting more and more intense! The Shangguan sisters glanced at each other, and at the same time performed the Heavenly Remnant Footwork!

The lama suddenly couldn't see these two girls, and was stunned, Shangguan Yunzhu green jade flute hit the lama's throat, and the lama's body was stunned, and almost at the same time, Shangguan Yuzhu white jade flute hit the monk's head!

Luo Yangxing saw that the monk fell to the ground, and hurriedly flew to the rescue, Yang Deyong flashed the silver gun with a poisonous tongue and spit out the letter, and went straight to Luo Yangxing's choked throat!

Luo Yangxing hurriedly dodged, and just as Yang Deyong blocked Luo Yangxing with a gun, the Shangguan sisters hit the head of the monk at the same time, and their brains burst and died!

Luo Yang was in a hurry, the folding fan was opened, and there were bursts of piercing sounds, and he did not leave Yang Deyong's vital point everywhere, and surrounded Yang Deyong with the iron palm spear, and Yang Deyong, the iron palm spear, was not given for nothing, and he was also a super-first-class master of Megatron Jiangnan!

The bright silver spear in the hand of Yang Deyong of the iron palm spear danced like a storm and made a deadly move, and in the blink of an eye, the two fought against each other for more than 100 rounds, regardless of victory or defeat!

Luo Yangxing saw that he couldn't take Yang Deyong for a while, so he used the folding fan to point at the Tanzhong acupoint on Yang Deyong's chest and pressed the thumb button at the same time, and seven bone-penetrating nails flew out of the fan bone of the folding fan, and went straight to the iron palm spear Yang Deyong roared!