Under the stick, Meng Yishan's body scurried, like a raccoon dog rolling.

He fought and retreated, his body moved, and he couldn't stop wandering within the formation.

For a while, the snake walking and raccoon flipping in the fist and foot kung fu were full of ten.

The golden snake swims, the knife and gun are difficult to approach, and the wind and rain are alone.

Lao Meng's kung fu became more refined in the midst of danger. Martial arts can only practice, but also be able to fight.

If you can't practice, you can throw it on the battle array and fight with strong enemies, refine real gold with fire, and only then can you see the incompleteness of martial arts and the opportunity to go further in life and death.

The fierce fire can also melt gold, the monks and soldiers over there are swords, guns and sticks to make joint attacks, and they are also becoming more and more skilled, Meng Yishan's body is mature and progressing under the constant pursuit, and the opposite side is not bad, the connection of the small array and the rotation of the moves are gradually strengthened in the encirclement, and Meng Yishan was almost intercepted several times, and he hit him twice!

The Shaolin monks and soldiers had not met the enemy for a long time, and the group battle was rusty, so Lao Meng broke several small formations.

At this moment, surround the strong enemy, make crazy moves, and have King Kong Zhibei presiding, just like the sword mountain and the sea of fire have been blessed with more fierce fire and stronger blades.

The moves are sharp and the style is fast!

In the small world formed by the formation of monks and soldiers, Meng Yishan is like a flying insect besieged by a spider web and struggling, rushing left and right, in the midst of layers of encirclement, shouting, the treasure knife is like electricity, and it slashes three times at Zhibei!

The golden wind is whistling, and the sword is flying like a moon wheel.

The monk of Zhibei looked solemn, the iron rod swung lightly, the stick shadow flew over, blocked three knives in a row, and attacked three times, each of which was a rapid attack from between square inches, but it was another set of stick kung fu that he had cultivated, Shaolin Jinnaro stick!

This set of stick art legend was created by a fire foreman Tuo in Shaolin a hundred years ago, and the tricks taken are exquisite, but the number of roads is extraordinarily sharp.

In Zhibei's hands, the water cannot be splashed, like an iron door bolt.

After three slashes, Lao Meng quickly changed his palm with a single knife, followed by the gap between the stick method, and slammed out a palm, to the point of being just and fierce!

Congenital scattered, wind and thunder!

Zhibei started with three sticks, and the trick was old, and he immediately flew up with a kick, bringing snowflakes to splash, and his legs were like a dragon swinging his tail!

Electrifying and exploding!

The two of them turned over in the snow, and they were both shocked by this hard fight, Meng Yishan flew up and approached again, hunting in his clothes, and slashing with his knife!

Zhibei's feet are as calm as a big tree rooted in the ground, his body is not moving, his hands are sticks, and he is a king of heaven! The two hands slammed the stick upward, and the powerful stick slammed the sword away.

Lao Meng's body deflected, like a butterfly flying, avoiding the second stick hit by Zhibei head-on!

The seven monks around him took advantage of his unstable footing, brandished sticks, knives and guns to shoot down the water dogs, and there was another burst of slashing and stabbing with all his strength!

Snow is flying, and attacks are coming from all directions!

Under the inevitable avoidance, Meng Yishan let out a long roar, urging the true cyclone to come out of the knife, the fast knife was like electricity, and it slashed eight times!

Fight in the night! Knives chase the wind and electricity!

All seven blades have been slashed!

The two monks couldn't change their tricks, and were skimmed obliquely by his treasure knife, the blood was like a waterfall, and they were killed with a quick knife.

Zhibei, who was originally out of the stick to intercept Lao Meng, made more than half of the move in an instant, and with a sudden sudden, two flying silver lights suddenly framed the iron rod, and a figure with a good figure and a phantom figure suddenly moved and flashed out from the soldiers near Luoyang on the left.

The ugly girl's two flying forks were staggered into a cross, and she intercepted the stick that Zhibei hit Lao Meng, her internal strength and innate strength were not as good as Zhibei, and she was beaten by this blow to her body, and her internal organs suffered slight internal injuries, but she was supported by herself.

At the same time, the snow on the crown of a locust tree on the back side shook down, and the ghost of the senior brother of Bishan shot from the body of the tree, like a yaksha flying into the sky, his thin cheeks were full of murderous aura, and the iron claws waved and grabbed at Zhibei's pipa bone!

Blood splattered, muffled snort, Zhi Bei hurriedly didn't have time to dodge, but he just moved, and one side of his shoulder was slashed by an iron claw, leaving a huge flesh scratch.

With a blow from the iron claw, the soul was shattered, and the Shaolin elder's internal strength was not able to withstand it after all. He was injured by an ambush by the combined forces of the two ghosts.

In a sect, there are disciples of the top door, and the ghost ancestor of Bishan rarely goes down the mountain in recent years, and the double ghost is the signature master of the Bishan faction. Both of them were taught martial arts by the ghost ancestors, and they participated in the sect fight for a long time.

The two are only first-class masters when they are separated, but together they are still inherently capable of fighting.

The ferocity of the two ghosts in the mountain is extremely fierce, suddenly on the left, sometimes on the right, as fast as a phantom, with iron claws flying forks, and fighting left and right, giving Zhibei a lot of pressure.

Zhibei held the stick with one hand, with injuries on his body, and sweat on his forehead, so he could only carry the Jinnara stick to guard the door strictly to avoid being ridden by these two.

Only then did this Shaolin elder realize that Meng Yishan was really insidious.

He followed the monks and soldiers and fought and walked, and unconsciously lured a group of people into the ambush circle of the two ghosts in the mountains.

"Is Bishan going to war with Shaolin?" Zhibei brandished his stick, and said angrily while resisting,

"The master should accept his fate." The sub-ghost sneered.

Bishan is really not afraid of Shaolin Temple, and he may not be able to defeat it in frontal combat, but this sect's body is like a ghost, and the actual assassination ability is very strong.

The famous murderous name of the ghost ancestor Xie Wuwu in the mountains has been praised in decades of bloody rain.

can only see the real chapter of his subordinates, Zhibei holds a stick with one hand, sweeps the stick left and right, dials the chain, and intercepts the two ghosts of Bishan attacking him one by one.

At this time, his Demon Vajra Sword was also lost, and his shoulder and back were torn by iron claws to flesh and blood, half of his body was not very strong, and he only had a one-handed stick to support him, unable to fight back quickly. Relying only on the experience of fighting, an iron rod is used to fight slowly and quickly, blocking the direction of the two ghosts' moves.

What is even more dangerous at this time is that the tiger of Meng Yishan is out of the cage, unobstructed and uncontained!

Captain Meng smashed into the crowd with a knife like a rhinoceros, the sword broke the army, the sword was rolling, cutting through all obstacles, and the attacking blades and the monks who rushed up to protect Zhibei were all cut off by him!

Clearance strongly!

Whether it is the head of the sect or the monks, these monks in the lower courtyard of Bodhidharma are still very brave and good at fighting, and many of them are eager to come up and fight in order to rescue the elders.

There were even several monks of Zhu Ju who had just finished with Mo Kui. also caught in the inside and surrounded and killed.

Lao Meng fought with a knife, quickly stabbed his knife, killed from east to west, turned around and killed a circle, and slashed out of an open space.

The severed iron rods and iron spears, the waist knives cut in two, the angry eyes of the warrior monks, the blood lines cut out from the top to the heel.

The bodies of the six monks fell in unison into the snow.

Lao Meng put away his knife, didn't look at it, swung his knife again and rushed towards Zhibei, cooperated with the two ghosts of Bishan, and reached the peak from the angle and rhythm of the moves, and swam into the moves, so that the Shaolin elders were tired of coping.

King Kong Zhibei was extremely angry, and he no longer cared about his true power, and waved the iron rod again, and the mad monk swept the leaves! An iron rod burst out with a stronger and more fierce force than when he won the whole victory, and the stick beat the three people, like crazy as a demon!

At this time, the mad devil stick and the kinnaro stick seemed to be one, and the sub-ghost flew back! Ah Ugly moved and dodged, Meng Yishan's body flew like a butterfly, and the space in front of him was swept away by Zhibei's stick!

Split the head with three sticks, and the three of them retreated. Zhibei shouted, and flew the fourth stick again, like a dragon in the sky!

The two ghosts of Bishan retreated again, and the sub-ghosts were in a vertical shape, avoiding the iron rod and suddenly grabbing the head of Zhibei.

As soon as the iron claw touched it, the sub-ghost felt a strong force on the body of the stick, and he couldn't parry it at all. Fortunately, he was very strong in light skills, and he quickly flew away, and he was not beaten away by this stick.

With a wave of his hand, a bell rang softly, and a silver light pierced the void, and the flying fork was thrown at Zhibei's head as a hidden weapon.

The monk has been fighting the demon sword for half his life, and he is very proficient in the reception and release of hidden weapons, and the best way is to swing the stick to knock it off, but the stick has been released, and he can only turn his head sideways.

The monk was blocked by this fork, and Ah Chou's left wrist flipped again, and another silver light crossed like a meteor!

Ring the bell and fly the fork, both throwing.

Zhibei roared, he didn't practice the kung fu of the lion's roar in Buddhism, but he bit this fork violently with his teeth, and it was penetrated by a fraction of a second.

But he was also beaten to a stiff body, and the iron rod that was supposed to be withdrawn to protect himself was a line slower.

Meng Yishan once again turned the raccoon dog, and in the gap between Zhibei's recruitment, he entered the room with no thickness, and the lightning swung a knife!

Treading the snow and splitting the knife, like a flying swallow through the forest, the knife left traces, and the body fell to the ground with a sound of wisdom and sadness.

Shaolin elders, tonight the soldiers will pass away.