"If you delay for a while, maybe someone will come to the rescue......

"Thank you, it's just that the situation is urgent now, and there is no room for a moment's delay, and my own mistakes should not involve my friends......" He stopped Ren Buti behind him and threw his fist at the warrior monk who led him.

"Since the master has promised in public that as long as I can take your three sticks with my bare hands, he will let us go, then please!"

Wufu looked the green-robed young man in front of him up and down, his face was thin, and he looked a little thin in front of a group of burly warrior monks, but since he dared to pick this big beam, he was obviously not an idle person, so he smiled heartily and shook his feet.

Suddenly, the entire chiseled tooth temple was like water in a cup, shaking slightly.

A few people led by Xia Ze suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in their faces, and in the next moment, the warrior monks led by them had already killed in front of everyone, and on a whistle stick, there was a golden Buddha light and Gang Qi lingering, and the light was as bright as the sun.

Xia Ze said softly: "Retreat!"

The few people behind him immediately pushed back a few feet without thinking, making way for Xia Ze and the monk.

There was a loud bang, and the monk hit it with a stick, Xia Ze originally wanted to pull his body apart, but under the dazzling Buddha light, his feet were as if they had been poured copper molten iron.

In a hurry, Xia Ze quickly stabilized his mind, and the endless martial arts true qi in his heart suddenly seemed like a rushing river, swimming all over his body with the acupoints of his whole body.

Xia Ze turned his hands into hooks, one left and one right, each grasping the big sun and cold moon transformed by a round of true qi, as if the real dragon was holding a bright dragon ball.

With a blow of the sun and the moon, the light appeared, and the stick full of Buddha's light and qi shook it heavily.

With a bang, the wind blew in an instant, and both the group behind Xia Ze and the monks behind the leading monk were forced to take a few steps back by this strong wind.

In an instant, two figures flew out of the misty white mist, blood spilled from the corners of the young man's mouth, and his green shirt was a little tattered, obviously injured in the previous battle.

And the warrior monk with the stick, except for the fact that his clothes were a little messy by the wind, and there was a little more admiration in his eyes, he didn't look hurt.

"First stick!" Chen Tanjing shouted.

She knew in her heart that the warrior monk was willing to make a promise, which was nothing more than a firm belief that with Xia Ze and his ilk, he would definitely not be able to withstand his three sticks. But she also believes that their son-in-law has never been a targetless person.

Shaking the two, almost at the same moment when they stabilized their figures, a little toe was a little bit, and they were killed at the same time like arrows from the string.

Xia Ze's eyes were solemn, and there was still a foot away from the warrior monk, volleying into fist moves, and above his arm, several knotted veins suddenly appeared, and a dragon roared between heaven and earth.

In the style of Lao Jiao intercepting the river, two fierce fists were exploded, biting the monk's neck and vest.

"Oh? I thought that this kid knew that I was two levels higher than him after the previous move, and he would retreat and deal with me, but he never thought that he would dare to fight with me?" The warrior monk thought like this, and in the face of the dragon strangulation momentum turned into by those two fists, he no longer dared to have the slightest reservation.

With a roar, the whistle stick that was originally horizontal in front of him quietly slipped from the palm of his hand, and with the sudden force of the martial man's waist horse, the whistle stick spun around his back, smashing the two dragon phantoms.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him, and Xia Ze, who was still hovering in front of him for a few feet, appeared behind him silently, resisting the stick that was not going to hit him in the first place.

"You kid!" The warrior monk scolded.

The second stick ended in such a hurry, Xia Ze's whole person was like a bucket car flying up and down, flying out three or four feet upside down before he stabilized his body, not that he deliberately pretended to be struggling, but that the martial artist sensed Xia Ze's thoughts at the end, and suddenly exerted force at the end of the stick, shaking him out.

Xia Ze only felt a pain in his ribs on the left side, but he didn't dare to show too much on his face, and after standing still, he shouted at the warrior monk who was both a little stunned and resentful, "Come on, there is one last stick left."

The warrior monk sneered, nodded self-deprecatingly, and then suddenly shook his body, and the whole person spun

That is, he flew out, but the whistle stick came out of his hand, it seems that he didn't plan to end this stick so hastily, but to fight with Xia Ze with his fist method.

"You're a liar!" Chen Tanjing shouted.

"It's clear that you can resist three sticks, and there's one stick left! Your words don't count!" Chen Dongyou was also furious.

Miya stood behind the two of them, her eyes dark, although she was not moving, but an invisible breeze was already lingering in her fingertips, and the longbow loomed.

From beginning to end, Ren Buti kept a close eye on the situation, but as the two switched from boxing sticks to boxing, Ren Buti sighed more frequently.

"I didn't think it would have become like this." He turned his head, glanced at Miya, and said, "That monk obviously doesn't plan to talk and count, and when he starts to move, I will use my whole body sword qi to open a path for you, and please be sure to take these two dolls to kill them first."

Mia's lips moved slightly, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"I hope you do what you say, otherwise I will hold Xia Ze accountable for taking the lead in provoking the fight." Ren Buti smiled.

"You!" Mia said angrily.

"I'm not leaving! I want to advance and retreat with my son, stinky drunkard, you have just fallen now, what kind of hero and so many monks, hug up, how many sticks can you carry? Why don't you break your head?" Chen Tanjing asked.

Ren Buti smiled and pushed at the door of the girl's head: "Little girl, what do you know, only although there are tens of millions of people, although I am going to be thousands of demons, I will cut them with a sword, which is the divine will that my sword cultivator has pursued all his life."

Chen Tanjing did not quarrel with him again, but silently recited the mantra for cultivating the water method recorded on his sleeve.

This journey has long been a little girl who has made a mistake and caused trouble and didn't dare to say anything when she was in that nameless town, as she continued to recite the magic trick, the old well began to vibrate gently for no reason, as if there was something sleeping at the bottom of the well for thousands of years, and gradually woke up.

On the other end, Xia Ze and the monk have gradually come to hundreds of rounds, Xia Ze saw the right time, the majestic qi of the whole body exploded, and at the same time as he handed out a punch, the black fist gang was wrapped in dazzling thunder and blasted towards the head of the warrior monk.

At the last moment, the monk did not advance but retreated, and after throwing out the personal monk's robe towards Xia Ze, he punched Xia Ze hard with his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, the right shoulder of the warrior monk exploded with a bloody flower.

Countless blood mist mixed with tiny broken bones drifted around, and at the same time, Xia Ze, who was almost out of strength, was blasted into the lower abdomen by a punch from the suddenly ruthless warrior monk, and the whole person was knocked out upside down by a punch, and his entire body almost smashed a courtyard wall to pieces.

Wufu didn't dare to slack off, and immediately stepped forward with a stick, wanting to kill Xia Ze, who was unable to get up, on the spot.

Suddenly, two rays of light, one green and one red, scattered countless gravels and flew out towards the menacing warrior monk.

"Master, beware! This man has a flying sword!" I saw the warrior monk shouting.

The warrior monk who was the leader naturally did not dare to slack off, and while striding forward, he chanted Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and in an instant, on the whistle stick that seemed to be about to break, it was covered with a layer of golden brilliance, and even fragments of scriptures continued to flash with the brilliance.

The warrior monk swung out a stick, and the cyan flying sword was extremely fast, and when it was about to be hit, it suddenly rose into the air, and the result was that the red flying sword was shattered by a stick.

He wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked up, he saw a red flying sword piercing his right chest, like a worm, still burrowing into his flesh.

He quickly grabbed the flying sword, endured the pain and shouted, thrust the flying sword into the ground, and then rushed towards Xia Ze angrily.

But at this moment, several rays of light rushed out of the pile of rubble, like upside-down meteors, rushing into the sky.

It's not just those monks, even Ren Tireless was a little stunned, how could Xia Ze's flying swords be so many.

They were like crazy swarms, killing the warrior monk from all directions, at this moment, he finally couldn't care much, and after a loud shout, hundreds of stick shadows were instantly shot, layer upon layer, dripping without leakage.

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As he continued to knock the flying sword into the air, a three-zhang tall golden Buddha phantom slowly took shape.

The pile of rubble shook slightly, and a figure covered in bruises walked out of it, Chen Tan followed the sound quietly, and saw a Xia Ze who was like a bloody man, only to see that his eyes lit up with golden light, and his expression became extremely indifferent, not at all like the Xia Ze she was familiar with.

"Here, ask for another punch. Remember, you have to use all your strength, otherwise, you will really die," the young man's originally cold expression added a wild smile.

The figure flickered, and he also started with the spirit official punishment style, but when this punch was shot, it was completely the same heaven and earth as the previous punch.

After the warrior monk shook off all the entangled flying swords, he looked at Xia Ze, whose appearance had changed greatly, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and swept out with a stick, and the giant Buddha behind him also suddenly came out of his palm. br>

Throughout the temple, a golden light suddenly rose into the sky, and as the height climbed, it gradually refined into a smiling golden thread, which dissipated.

It took a lot of tea to get out of the tinnitus and smoke, and hurriedly checked the battle situation, in the smoke, only the young man sat on the ground and gasped for breath, and his left and right hands had already turned into white bones, which was extremely penetrating. And the warrior monk who was equivalent to a martial artist of the Eight Realms had already fallen to the ground, his face pale.

In the next moment, all the monks present rushed forward with great momentum.

Chen Dongyou and a few people quickly gathered around Xia Ze, back to back.

When he was about to fight, he suddenly heard someone applauding loudly at the mouth of the well, and a red-robed young man sat on the edge of the well, holding the head of a hideous monster in his hand.

The young man's face sank, and he smiled at the monks, "It's okay to kill a few more."