The war monk's stick hung above Li Guo's head.

The scene froze all at once!

The martial arts of the war monk really scared the bandits.

King Chuang hugged his fists and said: "The master is good at martial arts, my nephew has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, offended the master, and asked the master to raise his noble hand and spare my nephew's life, we will leave immediately." ”

War Monk: "Are you their leader?" ”

King Chuang nodded: "Yes, I have the final say here." ”

The war monk stared at King Chuang's face carefully and looked at it carefully, well, I can see it, this person is really a bit of a leader, and what he said just now was also beautiful.

As soon as he put away the whistle stick in his hand, he left the top of Li Guo's head, pulled a stick flower, retracted it behind his back, and raised his left hand on his chest as a salute: "Ami steals Buddha!" It's great that the donor is willing to give up. ”

King Chuang glanced at Li Guo: "Let's go." ”

Li Guo got up from the ground, patted his buttocks, and walked away a few steps......

At this moment, King Chuang's face suddenly sank, and he shouted: "Let's do it together!" Don't go one by one. ”

Li Guo slammed down, turned around and pounced on the war monk again, and at the same time, Liu Zongmin and more than a dozen other bandits also waved their waist knives at the same time and pounced on the war monk.

"Fuck me!" The war monk couldn't help but burst out with a foul mouth, and immediately blamed himself: "Oops, the monks can't be cautious." ”

In such a flash, Li Guo took the lead in pounced.

The war monk waved the sentry stick in his hand, and the two of them made a few moves in a row, and at the same time, a knife on the left and a knife on the right attacked at the same time. The war monk turned on the left side, took a wrong step on the right, narrowly dodged, and slashed at the back.

The war monk blocked it with a backhand, and Li Guo's brush on the front was three more knives.

finally blocked these three knives, and Liu Zongmin next to him attacked again.

The war monk fought more than a dozen bandits alone, and there were two generals, Li Guo and Liu Zongmin, in the middle, and they fell into a disadvantage in a blink of an eye.

The villagers who gathered around to watch were frightened, and the monks of Puzhao Temple who watched the play on the hillside were even more frightened.

"Oh no, Master War Monk can't beat them."

"The master is unwilling to kill, and every move has strength, so it's too much of a loss to fight like this."

"Even if the master wants to kill people, it's not easy to kill, he uses a stick, the stick technique is a magic technique that does not kill, and the emphasis is on retreating from the enemy and not killing, and there are few moves that take people's lives in the stick technique."

"It's not okay to fight like this, who is going to give the master a ring knife?"

The monks of Puzhao Temple panicked.

The people of Puzhao Village tightened their hands on their farm tools, we should go up and help, right? Yes, I should go up and help!

The common people screamed twice and tried to rush over, but King Chuang turned his head and glared, and they were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

Seeing that the war monk was clumsy, he was about to lose his opponent.

Li Guo shouted, waved the waist knife in his hand, and with a "poof" sound, it hit the back of the war monk, and his broad back was split by this knife......

By the way, at the same time, there was also his monk's robe.

The robes crumbled to the sides, revealing the skin on his back.

The blood on the top of the knife was very terrifying, but what was even more terrifying was the scars all over his back......

It turned out that before this knife, the war monk didn't know how many knives he had suffered, and his back was densely packed, full of sword wounds, staggered and horizontal, making his back blood look hideous and terrifying.

Li Guo: "Huh? ”

Bandits: "? ”

King Chuang frowned slightly: Something is wrong! Is this the back of a monk?

At this moment, the wounded war monk suddenly waved his whistle stick, and the stick seemed to sweep across the sky, with himself as the center, sweeping out a circle, forcing all the bandits around him to dodge backwards at the same time, not daring to get close.

Even Li Guo and Liu Zongmin had to avoid the power of this stick for the time being, and staggered back a few steps.

Everyone looked at it again in astonishment, and saw the war monk roaring angrily, touching the wound on his back with his backhand, and then taking his palm back to the front, and looking at it, his hands were full of blood.

His eyes turned red in an instant, as if they were stained red with blood.

"Who, who dares to put Lao Tzu's blood? Haven't you heard of the name of He Ping, the cannibal salt lord? ”

The war monk instantly transformed into He Ping, with a pair of red eyes, looking around at the circle of enemies in front of him, and sneered: "Lao Tzu has not gone to the rivers and lakes for a long time, and the rivers and lakes have forgotten Lao Tzu's name?" Let you little stupid thieves come out and show off your might? ”

A bandit was furious: "Pretend to be your mother." ”

He took a step forward and swung his sword......

The knife was only halfway waved, and the whistle stick in He Ping's hand stabbed over quickly with a "whew", hitting the bandit's Adam's apple position, and with a click, the bandit's Adam's apple shattered, no, the entire neck bone was shattered.

In an instant, he lost his life and fell backwards.

Everyone: "!! ”

The monks of Puzhao Temple on the hillside opened their mouths wide: "Huh? ”

"Didn't you just say that the stick technique is a divine martial arts not to kill the technique? Why is it that the master kills people with a stick now? ”

The monks were stunned......

He Ping let out a strange laugh of "Jie Jie Jie": "Little stupid thieves, do you know how the phrase 'kill with a stick' came from? ”

He threw the whistle stick in his hand: "Because the stick is the most murderous weapon in the world, the Chinese will die, and there will never be a living mouth." ”

"Fuck me!" Several bandits pounced at the same time.

Li Guo and Liu Zongmin glanced at each other and rushed forward together.

The fierce battle is back, the second round!

But the style of this round of painting is very different from the first round.

He Ping's movements are much faster and more ruthless than the war monks, and every move and style of the war monks is a "magic weapon that does not kill", and he can pay attention to retreating from the enemy, and he is compassionate.

But He Ping's every move pays attention to "killing with a stick", retreat your mother's enemy, kill the enemy, isn't it over?

He turned around and dodged Li Guo's knife. The stick in his hand "banged" and hit a bandit's heavenly spirit cover, and the bandit couldn't snort before he could snort and fell to the ground.

A wrong step backwards, the stick went from low to high, and it was picked up, right under the crotch of a bandit, and the whole world resounded with the sound of broken eggs, and the bandit bowed his body in pain and lowered his head down. He Ping's stick continued to pick upwards, and the tip of the stick hit the bandit's chin, and with a click, his head flipped backwards.

"Cut him!"

"Behind!"

"Attack him on both wings."

The bandits of the old eighth team exclaimed loudly.

However, their tactics were useless, He Ping had a stick on the left, a bandit's head bloomed, a stick on the right, and a bandit was stabbed in the chest, which was full of internal organs and had a heart attack on the spot.

As he himself said, his stick will kill the middle, and there will be no living mouth.

King Chuang saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly shouted: "Withdraw quickly!" ”

Li Guo and Liu Zongmin drew their knives at the same time and jumped back.