Meng Yishan saw that the only remaining opponent was heartbroken, and immediately flew up with a kick, and the stick monk subconsciously pushed out his empty hand, and hit this leg with both palms, but he didn't expect that this was a false kick, and Meng Xiaowei's leg changed direction in the air, as fast as lightning, and the quick and incoherent side kick was on the monk's side!

Bang! The flying kick is like a strong crossbow, and the whole person of the warrior monk is kicked into the air! It slammed into a locust tree a foot away, and the crown of the tree shook, and the person died in the air.

first broke the snow hermitage, and then defeated the ring, and broke the Shaolin small stick formation with four knives and one leg.

Lao Meng's fist and foot kung fu has passed through the rolling sea dragon Zhang Fan and Wang Fu'er axe, and there is Hao Datong, the head of Baihua Boxing, who is proficient in dozens of small fist kung fu, and the building near the water helps him feed him. This sharp leg technique is top-notch among the first-class masters.

The surrounding monks and soldiers were all shocked, this brocade robe big Han Bao had sharp swords and extremely high martial arts, and the small array of five people couldn't resist being completely wiped out.

If you can't stop it, you have to go together, and now there are seven monks in formation, and the iron rod changes, and the phantoms are thousands of stacks, and the angry beating is like a tide of evil waves!

Meng Yishan stood with a knife in the wind, a group of monks with one face.

The body is like a tiger, and the knife is a minion.

Facing the iron rod that came from all directions, the force was heavy, but Lao Meng waved the treasure knife with both hands, and from the strongest place at the head of the stick formation, he pushed the knife and slashed angrily!

Five sticks with one sword! Breaking the army treasure knife sharpens iron like chopping bamboo.

The five monks retreated in shock, but Lao Meng did not have the strength to slash further, and the remaining two monks occupied the position behind him, and the two sticks quickly hit the back of his head and lumbar vertebrae.

Meng Yishan turned around and split the knife, and as soon as half of the trick was handed out, another iron rod slammed into it with a blow of wind and anger!

I saw the angry eyes of the monk King Kong of Zhibei, flying in the chaos of the army, and ambushing him with a big stick.

The confluence of the three sticks is not a small threat.

Lao Meng was forced to withdraw the knife, his wrist turned sharply, and the treasure knife slashed in front of him with a small swing of the golden snake dance!

The three sticks collided with the knife, and in the thunderclap, the wind was blowing.

Lao Meng took the second stick and the third stick of Zhibei, and when he landed, he was in severe pain and took three steps back.

Can't stand it, the Shaolin monks and soldiers presided over by the master are really the finishing touch, and the five monks who were cut off by his treasure knife were inspired by this trick of wisdom and compassion, and took advantage of the momentum again!

Under the leadership of King Kong Zhibei, eight Shaolin monks beat him up, and he experienced the treatment of the grandmaster of Xue'an for a while

The five monks' hands have been cut to only more than three feet long by the sword, and for a while the stick was used as a sword, and a set of Shaolin root foundation used heavy sword method, the thick public sword was used.

This set of kung fu has been passed down from generation to generation among the warrior monks, and it is said that it was a Shaolin patriarch who created the sword.

This set of thick male sword moves is quaint, powerful, and has no tricks, just some straight ways to open and close.

Plain is just used by the warrior monks to practice the whole strength of the entry, a sword stabbing out, the integration of the muscles and true power of the body, practice to the extreme fierce, it is a set of heavy sword skills.

But Shaolin has learned too much martial arts, and there are really few masters who teach heavy swords, and all the monks in the lower courtyard of Dharma are just a taste.

Even if it is a residual stick, there are more than ten catties to carry, a stick sword of this weight, a few monks are really weak, and they have been holding it for a long time, but at the moment it is enough to stab Meng.

At one time, the three monks made a move on the left, and jumped straight into the sword with a stick, but it was a style of swordsmanship boy worshipping Buddha.

The other two monks wandered on the right side, taking advantage of the blind spot of Lao Meng's gaze, and gradually split the three-foot wrecked stick in his hand from the side! This style is "incense on the old monk"!

From left to right, the stick wind is fierce, the five broken sticks are sharp, the monk is powerful, and there is the blessing of the sword, even the wild boar can be stabbed through.

Meng Yishan handed over the knife to his left hand, alternating his legs, and kicked out the mandarin duck legs in a row, relying on his superb leg technique to kick away the two remnants on the right side!

The three stick swords were about to reach the body, and the stick wind behind him was fierce, and Zhibei took two monks and soldiers and three complete iron rods and split them down again!

Meng Yishan's body twisted in danger, avoiding Zhibei's stick that knocked him on the waist, the knife in his left hand turned like lightning, and the swift knife was a golden snake dance, blocking the three stick swords, and cutting off two of the remaining sticks in the hands of the three monks, this time he was cut into a short blade.

Fortunately, this time only focused on defense, but the third stick was not cut off, but just blocked.

Lao Meng has a set of combos, his body rolls, and the rabbit rises and falls!

But the other two sticks that followed Zhibei's stick swept over have been knocked down quickly!

No matter how you can't dodge, you have to be angry, the brocade robe is filled with true qi, and the true qi of the soft fist that has been smelted by Xuanyang is endless.

Single-minded to soft, hold the yuan and keep one.

Bang! Bang! With a shake of his body, he suffered two Shaolin sticks on his back and waist!

The ability of the blunt instrument to break the qi is too strong, and the two sticks hit hard, almost breaking his body protection true qi, and the place where he was hit was painful and numb, but fortunately, the monk's strength was still insufficient, and he did not hit the bruises.

That's amazing!

Lao Meng was knocked out and grinned, but the stick that was missed by Zhibei flew his right leg!

Meng Yishan pulled out to dodge, Zhibei's stick poked on the ground, the snow splashed, and the soil was suddenly lit out of a pit.

"Grandma's!" Lao Meng's heart was awe-inspiring, he was knocked twice, and his body operation was a little inconvenient, and he almost let his leg be wasted this time.

Zhibei has hit the real fire, the inner breath is boiling, and the iron rod is quickly beaten with three sticks, sweeping, pointing, and splitting! are all blocked by Meng Yishan's knife, you are stormy, and my knife is in the sea.

But there are really a lot of thieves and monks around, and they cooperate very tacitly with Zhibei's introductory killing moves, and the other two stick monks with complete blades are connected to the position of Xiao Sancai, and they attack together, and they are slashed in a row!

"The thief is bald to win with more!"

The thief dodged while swinging his knife to resist, and he couldn't make a move for a while, but he still couldn't stop him from opening his mouth to scold his mother.

Lao Meng has never fought such a chaotic battle, it was he who punched out to ambush others, and it was really uncomfortable for feng shui to take turns today.

The monks who were cut by him with iron rods did not make Lao Meng feel better, and several people quickly picked up the spears and waist knives dropped by the dead Luoyang Army from the ground.

As a warrior monk of the lower courtyard of Bodhidharma, if you say that you may not have practiced the weapons of the side door, everyone really knows how to use swords, guns, swords and sticks.

If the ghost is not dispersed, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The yin spirits and maggots are still killing moves, and from time to time they make moves and stab you to the point.

The wheels are fierce, and they are overwhelmed.

The battlefield has been moving and changing, and two teams of soldiers of the Luoyang Army also wanted to charge over, but they were all intercepted by the monks on the periphery.

In this current situation in full swing, the Shaolin side already wants to surround and kill Lao Meng.

Not far away, a hundred paces away, Wu Chang's eyes were like eagles, and he glanced at this side casually, three of the eighteen hussars on his side had already been killed in battle, and only fifteen people were left to follow on the side.

Everyone was bloody, and finally opened up the situation and dispersed the Shaolin monk brigade.

Wu Chang sneered angrily, a battle with the Jianghu sect lost his five members of the Wu family.

He hated Meng Yishan even more in his heart, save Lao Meng? Save the fart!