Kill an arhat, out of the Buddha's blood!

Meng Yishan gathered his mind and slashed out a knife as fast as thunder, Xue'an suddenly greeted him with his left palm, his true qi had long been exhausted, and he couldn't stop the treasure knife from practicing kung fu outside, boom! From the middle finger to the little finger, half of the left palm is brushed together, and the brush is cut off by the broken saber!

Lao Meng's knife turned around, and the steps were up and down again!

Xue'an's face is like gold paper, and the wound is like a spring, but the steps are not chaotic, the feet are stepping on the mandarin ducks, and the body is swinging and fluttering four steps back, in the impossibility, Shengsheng relies on the foundation of Shaolin footwork to dodge the killing knife.

The great monk of Xue'an is also as usual in this dangerous killing situation, like a calm stone Buddha.

The old monk looked coldly at the group of enemies around, and when he took a deep breath, the blood flow at the severed finger actually stopped.

Meng Yishan's third knife couldn't be cut out no matter what, and the tiger was too eager to tie it, and he was afraid of being injured by the tiger.

Shaolin Temple has been ruling the world's martial arts for hundreds of years, during which there have been countless martial arts monks, and Xue'an is definitely one of the best. This first great monk was also a tough figure who advocated the assassination of the prince himself.

The ghost knows if Xue'an, who is so skilled, has a desperate trick, Lao Meng was injured a lot by the Golden Yaksha of Heavenly King Zhiwu, if it wasn't for practicing the Xuanyang scriptures, the internal injuries at this moment might not be able to heal.

At the same time, Song Jizu, the "little official" of the Inspection Division, arrived at the Shaolin Prison Wu Che, the old Song Dynasty shot ruthlessly, killed tricks, bullied the senior monk of the prison and was seriously injured, the moves and square inches were scattered, rubbing his body and rushing forward, and the dagger in his hand struck more than ten blows in a blink of an eye! Wipe your throat and tease your!

The black-clothed monk was shocked into a cold sweat, and he blocked the old Song with a set of Arhat fists to block the water so that he could not enter, but Wu Che was injured, and his shoulders gradually became weak!

The monk could only give up the fierce and hard fight, and used a set of small grappling hands to deal with Song Jizu, and with a slight negligence, he was stabbed in the waist by Song Zhangjiao, and almost stabbed him in the middle!

Song Jizu made a move, the dagger was not closed, his body was like a nimble mouse, and he flashed back, but it was still too late, Wu Che roared with angry eyes, and the big stele hand was just fierce and angry, boom! Song Zhangjiao was beaten to the point that his limbs were loose, and his whole body flew up violently as if he had been hit by a mad cow, blood spurted wildly, and he was injured at the touch

He succeeded in one move, but was almost sent away by the monk in one move.

Wu Che's martial arts are more than one step higher than Song Jizu, but he was plotted by Lu Yunpeng first, and then dealt with Song Zhangjiao under the command of the White Lotus Sect, after all, he fought a defeat and let Lao Meng and his gang Tian Ji race horses.

Under the Di Gong Ancestral Hall, the eyes are dilapidated. The crows in the treetops in front of the grave had long since been frightened away.

In the middle of the fight, Wu Che was seriously injured and was about to die. The snow hermit tiger with a broken palm fell into Pingyang, and the situation was worrying, but he heard a different sound in his ears at this time, there were running and shouting to kill, mixed with the blades cutting each other, and Xiao Xiao and Ma Ming in the wind!

Reinforcements are coming! Xue'an's eyes are full of essence, two points of residual true qi, a half-crippled foreign kung fu, turned into twelve points of blood bravery, and the sick tiger can still eat people! The Zen master turned into a tiger, and his thin arm slowly stretched out, as if it was slow and fast, and hit Meng Yishan again with a punch.

This move looks ordinary at first glance, and it is the simplest bell hitting in Shaolin boxing!

Meng Yishan was shocked, Xue'an's punch didn't even bring the slightest rumor, all the strength was restrained under this move to hit the bell killing method, condensed and heavy, and it was difficult for him to resist the strength of the momentum.

Lao Meng didn't even think about it, and swung out a type of "Canghai Langping" knife in the Fubo knife method to roll thousands of waves, which can make Hai Boping, break the saber and turn into Dao light and shadow, and strangle the punch from Xue'an.

The sword light was like water, sparkling and rippling, but it was split by Xue'an's punch, and a strong force rushed straight to Meng Yishan's chest.

The two ghosts of Bishan are one left and one right, their bodies flashed like ghosts, and Lao Meng, who was in danger, put on a joint attack posture of a small three talents, and only then did he withstand the hammer of the bell!

Iron claws and silver forks plus broken sabers, three blades and a pair of meat fists collided together, but they were shocked to retreat in unison, and the two ghosts were even more rushed to the ground, and their foothold was unstable, and they were beaten upside down on Lao Meng.

There are beauties like an ugly girl to give him a hug, if Lao Meng is ecstatic in normal times, at this moment, with the beauty of the senior brother, he fell on him one after another,

Lao Meng's eyes were dark, like a giant hammer, and he was almost knocked out of breath by a strong force.

Xue'an made a move to make the old, and in an instant, Lu Yunpeng's body moved, stopped in front and shook the spear, the tip of the spear was dazzling, and a shot flew up to stab the old monk! Medium flat gun! The king of guns, a little throat is the most difficult to prevent!

Xue An shouted loudly, his arm shook in his hand, his arm was as horizontal as a giant axe splitting a mountain, and a huge force swung away the spear that pierced his throat, causing the gun to pick Hua Yue's face turned white and almost fell to his knees.

The monk Xue'an, who turned from defense to attack, rushed towards Lu Yunpeng with the help of the gun, the divine power was awe-inspiring, the sleeves of his robe were bulging, his body was like a giant bow, his fist was like a divine arrow, and his strength was full of the hammer of an Arhat fist!

It's so ferocious! As strong as Lu Yunpeng, he didn't want to fight with the great monk, so he stepped on the seven stars as soon as the gun was closed, and he dodged away with a little embarrassment.

Xue'an's body stood tall, raised her mutilated palm and clenched her fist mark again, and the third fist smashed into Meng Yishan again!

The bluffing thief will make the "Butterfly Dance Seven Spins" life-saving light skill like a spinning top flying, the back of the knife is hidden, and the rabbit and eagle roll to the side, bang! The solid ground seemed to have been smashed by a giant hammer, and it was a solid fist print.

Lao Meng, who used all his strength to dodge the power of a hammer, flew up again like burning his buttocks, and the fourth punch of Xue'an's intact hand came again!

It's so ferocious! Meng Yishan's Wudang Xuanyang mental method foundation, the knife technique has already had seventy percent of the fire of the old man Yunao in the past, and he holds the treasure knife in his hand, but he can't be the old monk's humanoid insect-like non-human hand.

Xue An's face was pale, squeezing every bit of strength in his body, and his fist was in a chain, and his momentum was like a mountain!

At this time, Wang He, who was behind Lao Meng, swung out a palm, and the latter came first, but his palm did not carry the wind, and quietly hit Xue'an's fist.

Everyone in the audience only heard a thunderclap! It seems that there is a sudden thunderstorm. The surrounding strong wind overflowed, the fallen leaves were flying, and after the huge momentum, Xue'an only shook his body slightly, and Wang He didn't move an inch, he secretly used the interception technique in the Xuanyang Sutra, and tried hard to stabilize his body.

Wang He withstood this punch, which surprised Xue'an, and opened his mouth to praise: "Good internal strength." ”

"Don't dare to be" Wang He slowly put his hand behind, his face was calm and calm, but he couldn't say the bitterness, the tendons of his arm were about to be numb, and the monk's strength was as heavy as a rhino.

The monk Xue'an and Wang He made this move, and they were injured and injured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, but the monk had a smile on his face. Reinforcements arrived.

A group of Shaolin monks, there are more than 100 people, led by King Kong Zhibei, who ambushed Lao Meng. Dressed in green clothes, the reckless monk with thick eyebrows and ring-eyed eyes followed him with a ring knife. With the neat footsteps of the formation, a group of monks behind him came up in a fan-shape, all carrying black and heavy iron sticks in their hands.

The stick is long and eyebrows, thick as a child's arm, without extraordinary strength, it can't dance at all, and the ordinary sword is broken when it touches, and it can be said to be devastating and decaying when used in battlefield duels, taking advantage of it.

In addition to the two or three old monks at the beginning, there are all tall and brave young monks, and the whole group of the Bodhidharma Lower House is here.

This is obviously a Shaolin monk who can form a stick formation, and Meng Yishan secretly feels tricky, but he is confident that he has several masters such as Wang Eunuch to help him, and he is extremely confident in his own strength. Are you in a hurry to die? ”

Jin Gangzhi glared at Meng Yishan with angry eyes, as long as he was a little bit late, Xue An would encounter an accident. Seeing that the master of the Damo Academy, Xue'an, was seriously injured, the master of the prison was almost stabbed to death by Song Jizu, the Heavenly King Zhiwu was completely wasted, and the three elder-level figures lost their combat power, and the Shaolin Temple had never suffered such a big loss.

The culprit of all this is Lao Meng, Zhibei couldn't help but be moved with disgust, and he couldn't wait to immediately lift the magic sword to stab this Meng Lieutenant into a transparent hole.

Zhu Ju, the king of Xiaojun who was recaptured by Lao Meng and others, saw the Shaolin monks, but he was as happy as a long drought and a rainy day, and shouted at the familiar rings: "Master save me!" ”