The Shaolin monks are prepared to face the ambush on the side of the Yiwang camp.

But I didn't expect Lao Meng to turn his face so quickly.

The black-clothed prison Wu Che helped Zhiwu, heard the wind behind his head, and quickly waved his iron sleeve with his backhand, and a wave of true qi blocked the attacking treasure knife like a copper wall.

Wu Che gestured softly and quickly put Zhi Wu on a grave, and turned back to face Meng Yishan.

Wang He, who was standing quietly on the side, put out his hands together, silently and silently ten fingers bloomed, and slapped towards Xue'an.

The great monk of Xue'an raised his sleeves and lit up his palm, and beckoned the greeting bowl, snap! Together with Wang He's palm, he lifted it upward, and Wang He's palm was led to a high level, and the strength between his fingers was directed to a small tree outside the zhang, and the leaves fell in a row.

The two sides fought, but in the blink of an eye, there was a thunderclap behind Wu Che, and a figure suddenly jumped out of a coffin covered by floating earth, and the man had a spear in his hand and stabbed Wu Che in the back of the heart with a howl of wind.

Wu Che had just exchanged his palm for a knife with Meng Yishan, and with a shot from behind, he suddenly came with a fierce momentum! The monk didn't have time to dodge, so he shouted softly and twisted his elbow and grabbed the gun!

Why should this shot be too fast, swift and unmatched, poof! In one fell swoop, he was stabbed into the gap between his shoulder blades, sinking deep into the flesh, and almost piercing his shoulder bones in pairs.

After the man landed on the ground, he picked up the spear and picked out the gap the size of a small bowl of Wuche's wound, and the blood flowed nonstop.

"Lu Yunpeng, do you want to be faced!" Wu Che shouted in pain.

The person who attacked him was dressed in green clothes and looked dignified, and it was Lu Yunpeng who picked Huayue with a gun.

After the land bureau master was drunk by Wu Che, he was silent, and suddenly shook the spear in his hand with a spear flower, stabbing his throat violently!

The great monk of Xue'an moved the real fire, and in front of him, he actually let people sneak attack and hurt Wu Che.

The old monk pulled out the dragon rope on his waist, shook it in the air, and struck Lu Yunpeng left! Hit the king river right!

With the air through the rope, the whip together is like a terrifying dragon! Lu Yunpeng held the iron gun in his hand but had to retreat, and the eunuch Wang took it with condensation, snap! was hit by a shocking force and trembling force, and he flew back five steps.

Xue'an took advantage of the situation to step up and hit a zipline, setting it on the broken army treasure knife in Meng Yishan's hand, this kind of strange blade is clever and strong, so that Meng Yishan does not dare to touch it with a knife.

Lao Meng was afraid of being robbed of the treasure knife, so he stepped on the steps of the butterfly flying and quickly retreated. I didn't dare to stand down until I was two feet away.

Xue An struck twice in a row, forcing the three people back, and vigorously penetrated the dragon rope, stretching a soft rope into a straight line. The rope is long and eight, straight as a gun! , turned into steel, he actually used the dragon rope into his internal strength, as a spear and a vertical stick.

The old monk was tall, and said with an awe-inspiring attitude: "Lord Lu Shi is known as a gun to pick Huayue, you and I will compete." ”

Lu Yunpeng's eyes are full of essence, he has been immersed in marksmanship for more than 20 years, and he can say without arrogance that there is no gun in the world except for him.

Others may be able to surpass him in martial arts, but if you want to talk about marksmanship, you can confidently be the Dharma Patriarch in person, and it is unambiguous.

"Please!"

Xue An shook the long rope in his hand, castrated like an arrow, and stabbed straight into Lu Yunpeng's chest. The main spear of the land bureau pressed, and the angry python turned over! Strangled with a long rope.

Since Xue'an wanted to compete in marksmanship, he didn't make the trick of softening the soft rope and winding the blade, but with a flick of his wrist, he used a shock to hit the opponent's iron spear, and with a low cry in his mouth, he shook out six rope shadows, and stabbed at Lu Yunpeng with five voids and one reality.

The master of the land bureau cheered, and the spear pointed to the sky and the earth, and the future was completely broken, and with a shake of the six spears in his hand, the seven spear shadows flew to stab Xue'an, and unfolded the seven-star life-killing stabbing spear that he was good at!

Xue An faced the flying shadow of the gun, did not dodge or dodge, until the tip of the gun had touched his monk's robe by a millimeter, and the shadow of the gun was scattered, and when there was only one left, he suddenly turned over his hand and grabbed the head of the gun.

Extraordinary courage and eyesight, the technique is also wonderful, a little slow for a moment, the body is a transparent hole.

Lu Yunpeng had to admire, and he suddenly stabbed his strength at the moment!

But the spear was like piercing into the rocks, and it was hard to move.

Snatching the gun back, it is also not moving.

The master of the land bureau transported the true qi into the gun, and wrestled with Xue'an.

The old monk Yuan stood up to Yue Zhi, his strength was like pulling out a mountain, and he pressed down with one hand, and he actually suppressed Lu Yunpeng to the point that his face turned red, and he almost couldn't stand enough with a big gun pile that had been trained into the transformation realm.

The old monk is too strong.

Lao Meng, who was carrying a knife and slashing Wu Che, shouted: "The idea is pierced, and it is on the shoulder." ”

Three people came out of the woods, one of them was dressed in a small official's uniform, and he was holding a dagger in his right hand, it was Song Jizu, the head of the White Lotus Wenxian Sect.

"Juniors meet Zen Master Xue'an!"

The two ghosts of Bishan were dressed in black and appeared behind Song Jizu.

The sub-ghost had an iron grip on his hand, and the ugly girl held the bell flying fork in her hand and gave a salute to Xue'an.

As soon as Lao Song came up, he didn't make a sound, rubbed his body and rushed up, holding a dagger with both hands and stabbing Wu Che's waist and eyes!

Wu Che was injured by Lu Yunpeng's plot with a shot, and the ten successful husbands went to forty percent, with Lao Meng in front and Lao Song in the back, and they were in danger.

In the rush of the Shaolin Supervision Hospital, an iron plate bridge bent over to avoid the broken saber, and turned around and kicked away Song Jizu's two daggers.

Wu Che was furious in his chest, and he still hated Lao Song for assassinating his nephew Luo Pinghai, and his close-quarters luck was a big smasher, and he wanted to kill Song Jizu with one palm.

Song Zhangjiao deceived him with injuries on his body, and his footsteps staggered Wu Che's iron palm, and the single dagger in his hand flew towards Wu Che's tendons with a quick pick, brushing the ground and drawing a bloody hole, almost breaking the tendons.

"Old Song is good!"

Meng Yishan's voice came.

Captain Meng with a treasure knife in his hand, the two first apprentices of the Ghost Ancestor of Bishan, the former chief eunuch Wang Gonggong, and the invincible Lu Yunpeng with an iron gun, together bullied the three elders of Shaolin.

The three monks in the Heavenly King Zhiwu martial arts have been abolished, and Wu Che was also stabbed half of his body by the master of the Lu Bureau.

There is only one snow nunnery left, but this old master of the Dharma Lower Court is fearless.

Among these opponents, Wang He and the gun provoked Hua Yue to barely fight with him, but only reluctantly, if he let go, even if he added Lao Meng and Song Jizu, Xue'an was not afraid.

The great monk recited a Buddha name and said, "Do you want to force the old monk to open the killing ring?" ”

A pair of eyes were no longer merciful, and were replaced by deep killing intent. When has he been surrounded like this, it has not happened in nearly twenty years.

"I am glad to see that the master has broken the ring, so add Wang Mou."

The chief teacher of Yiwangfu, Xi Wang Fuer, walked out of the Di Gong Temple heroically.

The Great Monk of Xue'an frowned even tighter, how could he feel exaggerated in today's battle against him alone.

"Master Xue'an, I'm offended." Someone in the distance said.

With the help of Xue'an and Lu Yunpeng, he made a move. In the time of delay, the crowd had arrived from outside and laid a net.

With Song Jizu dealing with Wu Che, Lao Meng Tidao withdrew from the battle circle and said to Xue'an.

"Great monk, don't blame us for partnering to beat you, who made you martial arts high."

The six masters plus Lao Meng, among the seven people, only Song Jizu concentrated on entangling the monk Wuche, and a pair of daggers struck the old, weak, sick and disabled.

The rest of the people, under the integration of Meng Yishan, were ready to attack the Grandmaster of Xue'an.

Lao Meng took the lead in swinging the sword of the broken army, and the knife burst into the sky like a bright moon, and a cold light like a practice slashed towards the snow hermitage.

The two ghosts on the side of the mountain stood up, and the iron claws and flying forks were as fast as lightning, attacking the old monk's shoulders in unison.

Lu Yunpeng hunted in Tsing Yi, Zhang Liu's spear shook and stabbed, and a dragon flew to stab Xue'an's throat.

Wang Fu'er walked heavily, his steps seemed to be slow and fast, his body collapsed like a strong bow, and his iron fist was spread, and the person had risen to the sky and struck down from above!

The golden-winged Dapeng rose with the wind, turned and swayed and flew down angrily, it was the golden-winged Dapeng fist that Wang Jiaoxi was good at!

The six masters shot together, gathered their strength and struck, and the strength of the road was enough to destroy the mountains and seas! The great monk of Xue'an is a flesh and blood body, how dare he take it lightly.

At that moment, he used his internal strength to slap his palm towards the ground in front of him, and with the dust and sand in the sky, he quickly flew backwards, and took advantage of the momentum in the air to turn around and pounce on Lao Meng, who had the least experience in the battle formation among the six people.

Boom! A huge force descended on the ground where Xue'an was located, like a hurricane crossing the land ploughed out of a deep ditch, the strong residual momentum was not weakened, and it swept directly to the back of the old monk.

Without time to inspect the injury, the oncoming Meng Yishan had already swung out the treasure knife in his hand and slashed the monk's neck.

Xue'an's true anger sank, and his body quickly fell downward, and after letting go of Lao Meng's beheading, his body turned sideways like a spinning top, his right leg bounced up violently, and he suddenly kicked Lao Meng's face door with a powerful "Overlord Whip Stone".

A strong wind came to his face, Meng Yishan hurriedly withdrew his knife, slammed his waist and smashed his elbow to touch Xue'an's kick, touch! Meng Yishan was kicked and almost flew off the ground, and he took a few steps back to hold the stake, but his right wrist bone was kicked and broken in the impact of Shicai, and his face turned pale in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from the corners of his forehead.

Before he could recover his strength, Xue'an was dressed in white and kicked the mandarin ducks in a row, actually trying to take advantage of the situation to kill the ruthless Captain Meng in one fell swoop, but unfortunately the besieging people did not give him a chance to break the ring.

The two ghosts of Bishan flew forward, and the iron claws and silver forks reflected each other, forcing the monk to retreat to protect himself.

The six people also took advantage of the monk to hurt Lao Meng, everyone's faces were a little unbearable, and they couldn't let go of their identities before, but at this moment they were going to put down Xue'an, attacking together, and the fists and feet were all right, and in the face of an unprecedented fierce siege, Xue'an could only dodge and retreat in embarrassment.

A few moves have passed, and everyone has a more tacit understanding when they make a move, and the great monk is trapped in it, as if he has entered the earth net, rushing left and right, but he can't rush out, and he has become a fierce beast trapped in the cage.

The encirclement gradually shrunk, seeing that the space for the monk to dodge and move was getting narrower and narrower, Xue An shouted angrily in a hurry, desperately consumed his true qi, and waved out the soft rope of the dragon in his hand, and a white light like a snow-colored dragon suddenly rose into the sky, and a powerful round of wild flying and dancing actually stopped the offensive of the eight people.

The dragon rope is more than long, can be extremely far, occupy the foot of the Xue Nunnery will dance the long rope to the fastest, only to see the night under the road of white light, gusts of wind whistling, a soft rope alone to fight the eight masters, the fast knife attack of Wulun Mengyi Mountain, or Lu Yunpeng's iron spear poked, the old monk just waved the rope to resist. For a moment no one came near him. In the hands of Yuki-an, the soft rope seems to have become a living creature, and it is controlled by the heart.

After rejecting a few rounds, the old monk's heart gradually became arrogant, and he let out a long howl, and the dragon rope conjured up a shadow in the sky, each with a sharp sound that tore through the air, sweeping the six people in the field! It turned defense into offense.