The pig iron Buddha, the master of Xixia Yipintang, threw the convenient chain shovel in his hand and flew around, and outsiders were not allowed to approach.

The sect leader of the Heaven and Earth Sect, Gai Jiuxiao, flew over and used the wind and thunder palm, and in the wind and thunder, the back of the pig iron Buddha was slapped, but it was unscathed.

Gai Jiuxiao was shocked, this bald monk is worthy of being a pig iron Buddha, really strong!

The monk turned around and sneered, slapped out a palm, and Gai Jiuxiao dodged away.

But he was knocked out by the flying Zen staff, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in the air.

Gai Jiuxiao is the innate consummation realm, and the pig iron Buddha is a third-layer cultivation of the true qi realm, and the strength of the two is very different.

Therefore, as soon as the two came into contact, they did not have two rounds, and they scored highly.

Gai Jiuxiao was seriously injured and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Slash the head and fly the sickle!" Tang Wancai saw that this great monk was powerful, the cultivation of the Heaven and Earth Sect's congenital consummation realm was defeated by the monk in seconds, he was the innate third-layer realm, so he stepped forward and used his killing move.

Tang Wancai encountered a strong enemy, and like Li Qiniang, he relied on hidden weapons to win.

With a shake of his big sleeves, he covered the big bald head of the pig iron Buddha, ready to take his head away.

The pig iron Buddha felt that it was dark in front of him, as if the dusk had come to the world in advance, so he felt bad, and instantly used Yuan Gong, from the hair to the limbs, it instantly swelled as hard as steel.

His iron cloth shirt has broken through the true qi realm, and it is truly invulnerable.

Tang Wancai pulled his big sleeves twice, but he didn't pull it, and the head of the pig iron Buddha was safe and sound.

Then the pig iron Buddha roared, like a tiger, stretched out his arms in the air, and took the fallen Zen staff in his hand.

At the same time, with a click, one of Tang Wancai's big sleeves was shattered into pieces and fell from the sky one after another.

At this time, Tang Wancai was half naked again, and cried out in distress, "Bald donkey, I broke my flying sickle again, Lao Tzu is not finished with you!"

Tang Wancai was furious, jumped up and slapped the golden lotus palm at the bald head of the Pig Iron Buddha.

Tang Wancai was born in the White Lotus Sect and has a strange personality, he wants to collect other people's heads, he is not in a hurry if they break his clothes, and he is angry when he breaks his sickle.

The Pig Iron Buddha waved his Zen staff and sent out a wave of qi, and Tang Wancai flew out upside down, the difference between the innate third layer and the third layer of the True Qi Realm's martial arts cultivation was too far.

"He actually hurt people with a secret weapon!"

The Pig Iron Buddha was just about to chase and kill Tang Wancai, when a buzzing sound came from the air, and the ten non-toxic plum blossom needles were divided into two waves, and the buzzing flew towards the Pig Iron Buddha like a buzz.

The pig iron Buddha threw the Zen staff into the air again, waved his palms indiscriminately, and the true qi roared, and the ten poisonous needles that flew towards him all missed.

But at the same time as Li Qiniang hit the hidden weapon, the double knife followed.

Two pale white knife lights flashed, and the snowflake double knife slashed on the head of the Deep Iron Buddha, and with two jumps, the double knife was bounced up.

The scalp of the pig iron Buddha only had two white marks, and the sharp blade was ejected.

The pig iron Buddha sneered, his body hung up and snapped two suspended legs, Li Miniang's steel knife was kicked away, and Li Miniang's body involuntarily leaned back and flew out.

At this time, the pig iron Buddha caught the fallen Zen staff with one hand, and held Li Qiniang in his arms with the other hand.

"Hahaha, the little lady thief is beautiful, it's good to play with the poor monk......" Pig Iron Buddha Yin smiled and fell from the sky.

"Great monk, can you do it?"

Li Qiniang began to twist her waist in the arms of the pig iron Buddha, charming and charming, as if she was about to enter the world of two.

Tang Wancai, who listened to it, had sour back molars, "This thief is really damned!"

"Pig Iron Buddha, *** Your Ancestor ......"

Tang Wancai touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, trying to find the pig iron Buddha desperately, but he was seriously injured, and his dantian was no longer strong.

It's no wonder that Tang Wancai was so angry, and the Pig Iron Buddha dared to tease his woman in public.

The Pig Iron Buddha didn't know how long it had been since he touched a woman, and when he heard this, he felt like he was trembling like an electric shock.

But at this time, Li Qiniang put her small mouth down, and with a pop, a little cold light flew towards the monk's throat.

Due to the proximity, the five poisonous plum blossom darts are as fast as lightning, and it is difficult for people and gods to guard against them.

"Boring!"

There was a metallic sound, and the dart didn't even pierce it.

Li Miniang's face was pale, and she choked with a dart, and she couldn't be pierced so close?

Li Youniang used this beauty trick to kill countless masters and Yin thieves, for example, the ghosts of their White Lotus Sect were difficult to take Ling Yuan and so on.

But today it missed.

This thief monk is too terrifying.

"Lady, are you so vicious? But the poor monk likes ...... Hahaha......" The pig iron Buddha laughed loudly, and said that there was an iron wall, and Li Qiniang in her arms felt a sense of suffocation.

He wants to use this method to abolish this beautiful girl's martial arts first.

It was a rose with thorns, and he had to break the thorns on the rose to have fun. is also in front of the Ming Dynasty and thousands of troops, exerting his kung fu to take advantage of this beautiful female brocade guard.

Li Miniang was shy, her face was flushed with anxiety, and she didn't have the charm just now, this thief monk who was hit by a shovel, couldn't the old lady cure him?

The dead ghost Tang Wancai didn't come to help the old lady, and the ghost old lady couldn't spare him!

At this moment, a whistling wave of air flew in the air, and this wave of air hit the bald head of the Pig Iron Buddha, and there was a crisp sound.

The pig iron Buddha was beaten as if he had a concussion, his steps staggered, his eyes were full of stars, he let go of Li Miniang, his head hurt and grinned, he touched it with his hand, and there was a walnut-sized bag, which was already swollen.

The pig iron Buddha covered his head, and before he could see whose hand it was, the sound of shaking the air in the sky came.

"Hahahaha...... The iron cloth shirt of the great monk is nothing more than that, doesn't it mean that it is invulnerable? It seems to be in vain...... It's a shame for Xixia Yipintang!"

Chongzhen transmitted sound through the air, and the air that shook echoed.

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen