The long rope dances, and the courage is unstoppable!

Lao Meng and the others were far from expecting that Xue'an would be so brave, and they were using their forces to suppress the monk's fierce offensive, when a high-pitched howling suddenly sounded in the distance, which faintly corresponded to Xue'an's long howl.

There are still reinforcements in the snow hermitage? Meng Yishan was in a hurry, and seeing that the situation had become prickly, Master Meng shouted: "Quickly put the monk over!" ”

The broken saber in his hand was as fast as a phantom, and the sword light dragged out a long mangtail, flying to the monk's neck!

Everyone finally showed their skills, Wang Fuer raised his arms and punched, each punch was full of fierce and unbridled real strength, and the golden-winged Dapeng fist could break through the mountain and smash to the old monk! Wang He sighed lightly, concentrating on the internal force, the ten fingers of both hands moved like plucking the strings in the air, and the lotus fingering quietly pointed to the chest and abdomen of Xue'an.

Xue'an swept away Lao Meng's broken saber with a rope, and in the face of two fist stunts, she was forced to tighten the rope circle inward, and used enough strength to resist the attacks of Wang Jiaoxi and Wang Gonggong.

With two violent sounds, the rope circle shrank a few feet again, and the monk was in danger and calmly coped with the siege.

Lu Yunpeng's iron spear was killed at the right time, and he actually shook out six spear flowers in one go, suddenly! The flickering cold light on the tip of the spear is like a snow-white pear blossom, and the blooming spear is poignant and with murderous intent, attacking many key points on the monk's plate!

Seeing this marksmanship, the snow hermitage changed color, and there was a green forest heroine Yang Miaozhen in the past, and passed down the Yang family's pear flower gun. There are many people who are accustomed to the rivers and lakes, but there is no one in the good hundred, and there is a pear flower gun that has been cooked for 20 years, and it is said that there is no opponent in the world.

The pear flower gun of Huayue Lu Yunpeng is obviously a long-term immersion, and it is actually the number one weapon in today's martial arts.

Forcing Xue'an to swing the rope hard frame, the great monk shook his wrist six times in an instant, and the soft rope flew up and down to stop the six points of the gun one by one.

Lu Yunpeng, whose offensive was blocked, let out a tiger roar, his body turned to the side suddenly, and the spear spun in his hand and stabbed towards Xue'an with a momentum of no return! But it's a trick he rarely uses, "Scorpion Tail Gun!" ”

Yu missed the stab and exposed the empty door, the trick of burning the jade, now that there is someone to cover, Lu Yunpeng has no scruples, and he is a killer.

He stabbed six shots, and although the seventh shot was sharp, he lost the strength to change his moves, and was seized by Xue'an, waving the soft rope to make a trick, and the dragon rope was like a spirit snake rolled up to Lu Yunpeng's spear. After trapping the body of the gun, the condensation shook with force, and the master of the land bureau was shaken and flew up in the air, seeing that he crashed into a big tree two feet away, Lu Yunpeng, who was in the air, adjusted his posture and slapped the body of the tree with his backhand, boom! He broke a big hugging tree. The canopy of the tree is falling, and people have fallen to the ground with their strength.

Xue'an exerted his strength to shake out Lu Yunpeng, but he also made a trick to make the old, and the two ghosts of Bishan who had been gathering momentum for a long time saw the momentum and attacked, and the iron claws in the hands of the sub-ghosts were extremely sharp, and the pounce was like a ghost! Ah Chou made the silver fork as agile as flying, and the two of them practiced a set of odd and positive fighting techniques, and under the successive killing moves, it was difficult for Xue'an to parry, and it was difficult to take into account the situation on his side.

Wang He's body turned sharply at this moment, pacing behind Xue'an like a lightning flash, and the palm lotus handprint hit the monk's back heart like a broken bamboo, "Bang! "It's printed! The monk's body shook and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, his true qi to protect his body was extremely strong, so he was not hurt by this yin hand, but his breath was also not smooth, and he suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Without waiting for everyone to take advantage of the victory to pursue, Xue'an penetrated the dantian true qi endlessly into the Shocking Dragon Rope, and the soft rope swept through everyone with the power of the Whip Mountain Broken Mountain! The two ghosts and Wang He were intimidated by the power of his moves, and they all retreated a few steps, and the place where they were standing was pumped into dust by the monk's full blow, turning over the earth dragon.

Xue'an forced the three of them back, and only then did they win a little respite, and Wang Jiaoxi and Meng Yishan's broken sabers also swung up!

The only one who didn't make a move was Song Jizu, who was fighting fiercely with Wu Che, and the old Song held a dagger with one hand and beat Wu Che, who was seriously injured, and the fight became smoother and smoother.

Lu Yunpeng raised his spear again, Xue'an's face finally became solemn, under the attack of the six people before and after, the dragon rope circle was already on the verge of collapse, Xue'an's face was flushed, the corners of his mouth slowly overflowed with blood, and the monk couldn't help it even if he was beaten with iron.

This lord of the lower courtyard of Bodhidharma, in a dangerous situation, he had a desperate heart, and while his strength was not exhausted, the tricks in his hands changed, and the shadow was empty, and he turned into a Taoist white rainbow to cover the seven people.

The white clothes are like snow, the rope is like the wind, and the snow hermitage has opened a set of extremely dense "emperor net whips". This set of whips is a Shaolin art, named after the Buddhist scriptures of the Heavenly Emperor's magic weapon Indra net, the vast net of the Heavenly Emperor can envelop the world. The Emperor's Net Whip is named after the net of the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor's net is heavy and covers all directions. The shadow of the future is boundless and powerful. It is a first-class group combat martial art.

This whip method is even more powerful in the hands of Xue'an, who is a Shaolin master, and the offensive of the soft rope is dense and endless, turning into a Taoist net, blocking the seven people again, not to mention, but also slightly seizing the upper hand.

Facing the unpredictable Emperor Net Whip, Wang He bent his fingers with a solemn face, and popped out the Dao Lotus Finger Force, hitting the dense Suo Ying. Xue'an waved the rope to dissolve Wang He's finger power one by one, and before he could recover his breath, the attacks of the opponents around him were like layers of waves, one after another, Wang Fu'er's palm, the iron grasp and flying fork of the two ghosts, each of which was quite powerful. The sword broke the army, the six spears, and the two blades were unwilling to lag behind, and they were killed one after another.

The old monk tried his best to dance the dragon rope, relying on a set of emperor net whips to encircle all seven people, but he was crying bitterly in his heart. He is one against seven, and he seems to be extremely brave, but in fact, this whip method is too heavy and clever, and if you want to control it properly, it takes a lot of real power to lock everyone in the whip circle.

The momentum of the confrontation between the two armies is to be a drum and a drum, and then a drum and a decline, and the current great monk is somewhat from prosperity to decline, under the attack of the six people, as strong as Xue'an, can only survive.

The moon is dark and the stars are sinking, the cold wind is gusting, the two sides have fought fiercely for dozens of rounds in front of the mass grave, the monk has been sweating and heavy clothes, and his body is bubbling with white gas, and the sweat is constantly evaporating in the fierce battle.

The gradual consumption of physical strength has already revealed a few small flaws in the strict emperor net whip. Although the mistake was small, it allowed Lu Yunpeng to seize the opportunity, the body of the land bureau master was as strong as a crossbow, and a "Great Wilderness Poisonous Dragon" spear ran straight out like an arrow! Picked up the soft rope in the middle of the snow hermitage! The tip of the spear pierced the monk's left chest more than an inch deep, bursting into a cloud of red blood.

Rao is Xue'an has a stunt, no matter how strong the true qi of the "Standing Buddha Body" is to protect the body, it can't withstand such a heavy blow, the monk is in extreme pain, a type of gold wire is wrapped around his wrist, and he grabbed the body of the gun with his hand, and with enough strength, he actually pulled Lu Yunpeng's entire body across half a step, and the position of the lord of the land bureau changed, just blocking the offensive route of Wang He and Zhu Pan, so that the two were forced to close the momentum.

Taking advantage of Xue'an's injury, Lao Meng's broken saber combined with the iron claws and flying forks of the two ghosts of Bishan, and the strong wind made a strong effort, attacking the key point of Xue'an together.

The bare-handed Wang Fu'er soared into the air, and a pair of iron palms made a golden drum in unison, sweeping towards the temples of the great monk!

Xue'an's right shoulder was injured, and the dragon couldn't dance, facing the four blades and a pair of palms that flew in, he made a seemingly crazy move to avoid it, and chose to hit Wang Fu'er with one palm to the sky, regretting Wang Jiaoxi's palms, and then relying on the "Standing Buddha Body" to receive the remaining four blades.

The great monk would rather have his blade on his body than let Wang Jiaoxi hit his head with both palms. Wang Fu'er's pair of iron palms, their strength is so strong that even the pig iron will be broken.

Wang Fu'er's figure fell from a high place with momentum, and his palms slapped fiercely on the single palm that Xue'an was attacking, bang! Boom! Xue'an's body shook, and her feet sank into the ground more than a foot deep.

Wang Jiaoxi's situation was even worse, the fierce blow was scattered by Xue'an's single palm, and his huge body was helpless in the air, and he was shocked into the air and fell to the ground very embarrassed, with a burst of blood churning in his chest.

Xue'an shook back Wang Fo'er with one palm, quickly turned around and slapped the overlord's elbow, and violently hammered Meng Yishan's chest! Lao Meng flew back in shock, and barely blocked the monk's pursuit by dancing the Fubo knife technique taught by the old abbot of Guangqin.

The silver fork flickered, and the ugly yaksha probed the sea and stabbed at the monk's Tanzhong acupoint, Xue'an hurriedly turned around, and he could dodge, and a pair of iron claws in the hands of the sub-ghost grabbed his back muscles without any obstruction, and inserted a little because of the old monk's protective true qi and could not enter, the eyes of the sub-ghost were cold, and the iron claws grabbed and dragged downward, and immediately grabbed the back flesh and blood of Xue'an, leaving no place to embarrass it.

The great monk has hung red in many places all over his body, the white monk's robe has stains of blood, although the injury is not fatal, it is also very serious, the pain from the injury is more intense, the monk's face is more and more calm, he has been meditating for decades, and the kung fu of concentration and forbearance is extraordinary.

The old monk who had been subjected to this round of crazy attacks, in exchange for a little respite, took advantage of the eight people to change his momentum, Xue'an concentrated on the luck of his true qi a few times, and the consumed true yuan made up for a few points. Xue'an, who was weak in his shoulder blades, threw the dragon rope in his hand to the ground, and opened a set of "Thirteen Roads to Shaolin Long Fist" with one arm, which was full of dangerous moves that could not be defended!

Every punch thrown by the old monk of the violent tiger Feng He was as powerful as thunder! Every punch must be accompanied by a broken drink, which shakes the surrounding trees! One punch! Two punches! Three punches! Seven punches in a row!

With the cultivation of Xue'an, the blow of life, the overwhelming fist strength made everyone change color, Meng Yishan hurriedly jumped and retreated, Wang He could only avoid it sideways, and the rest avoided its edge. Only Wang Fu'er roared, and his fingers were fists and suddenly caught up, and the golden-winged Dapeng fist.

The two fists touched, and the thunder sounded, and the monk's body shook, but Wang Jiaoxi couldn't resist flying back a few steps, his chest was stuffy, and a stream of blood rushed out of his mouth.

The monk was brave enough to deter everyone, and before his internal strength was exhausted, no one dared to step forward to attack, and the fighting arena that was still hot became surprisingly silent in an instant.

Xue'an and Wang Fu'er punched hard, but in fact, he didn't get a bargain, he was about to run out of oil, and he attacked with all his strength, his momentum was intercepted by Wang Fu'er's punch, and he suddenly declined, without this desperate strength support, his body was on the verge of collapse.

Wang Jiaoxi, who was strong and domineering, endured the pain, supported his left hand, and reconnected his soft right arm, which made him sweat coldly. Looking at the snow hermitage standing not far away, Wang Fu'er's eyes flashed fiercely, and he turned around and attacked with his legs regardless of his injuries.

His blow was not as sharp as usual, but he unexpectedly kicked the great monk of Xue'an, right in the middle of his waist and hips. The majestic monk who had just returned to his god was crooked and almost fell.

"The monk is dying!" Lao Meng thought that the time had come to pick up the bargain, so he swung his knife and slashed it!

Seeing that Xue'an didn't react, he swung his knife and slashed at the monk's arm.

Xue An saw the broken saber roaring and slashing over, his eyes changed suddenly, his crumbling figure suddenly stood up, and his low-hanging right hand waved his sleeve, sending out a sharp sleeve knife, easily removing Lao Meng's original knife.

Blocking this knife also consumed as much as eight of the remaining true qi in Xue'an's body, and while Lao Meng had not changed his moves, the monk rose up and stood up, his body was like a lightning flash to Meng Yishan, and he grabbed the big vertebral point on the back of Lao Meng's neck like the wind.

Holding Meng Yishan as a blackmail, this is the monk's only chance to get out of trouble.

The sudden change in the situation surprised Lao Meng, who seemed to be unable to escape this shadow-like grasp, Meng was anxious and wise, and the innate nature of the Xuanyang Sutra was too easy to let go, and the wonderful hand occasionally shrank his body and retreated, and he actually avoided it!

Xue An's face was disgusted, and he was about to succeed, but he didn't expect Lao Meng to highlight his strange moves, and his body was so agile.

His internal strength was exhausted, Meng Yishan raised his arm and raised his sword, and lifted the broken saber above his chest, he wanted to kill the old master of the Dharma Academy in one fell swoop.

Wang He and others swept the battle for Lao Meng on the side, and in the face of Xue'an, whose physical strength had failed, Lao Meng's action alone was enough.

Under the moonlight, Meng Yishan's face is murderous, and he can divide the snow hermitage into two pieces from the top to the heel with just one step!