The ink sword flew out, and Lu Yang bore the brunt.

He turned his hand, his right hand was clawed, his left hand pinched his wrist, and he steadily caught the flying ink sword.

The powerful strength of this ink sword was beyond his imagination, pushing his body back three or four meters, and finally it was broken by himself with great difficulty with internal force.

Yang Boci saw the ink sword coming at him, he hurriedly withdrew the silk threads, these silk threads quickly wrapped the sword body, like making a big cocoon, and it took a lot of effort to stop the ink sword.

They could only barely take care of themselves, but they couldn't do anything about Lu Yi's safety.

The third ink sword shot at Lu Yi impartially, and Lu Yi saw that he couldn't dodge, so he pulled out the short knife at his waist and instantly hit his chest.

Who would have thought that the attack of this ink sword was so domineering, click, a crisp sound, and the short knife broke in response.

"Dad, save me!" Lu Yi had no choice, he only had to cry his father and call his mother.

Lu Jun is short in stature, plus obese, and the whole person is like a big rice ball. The speed of the foot force is naturally much slower than theirs.

In front of Lu Yi, two golden rays of light appeared, and the two Buddha's hands merged into one, and with a slight pat, the ink sword was like thin paper, turning into a pool of black water.

"Yo, Gang Leader Lu, you're here too. The priest looked at Lu Jun and quipped in surprise: "I never thought that a person with a femme fatale like you would practice kung fu so holy." ”

Lu Jun's whole body was wrapped in a cloud of golden Buddha qi, and the Buddha qi gathered, and it actually gathered into the appearance of a Maitreya Buddha.

"Go, stay in the back, don't get in the way, I'll start later, I don't have time to take care of you!"

Lu Yi puffed out his mouth, and reluctantly took two steps back.

Lu Jun slowly stepped forward, with a smile on his face, and shouted loudly: "People always have to pay for their mistakes, and your price is death!"

Lu Junyun exerted his strength, and the Buddha qi around his body, as if he had life, separated his two big hands and quickly fanned towards the gods.

The priest rolled sideways, dodging the attack of the first palm. With this palm, the mountain stone shattered, smashing out a half-meter-deep pit, and the pit was still slowly emitting green smoke.

The first palm dodged the second palm, and he raised his hands above his head and caught the big palm firmly with both hands.

But this palm seemed to have a thousand pounds of strength, and he felt his arms gradually bend, and his feet were pressed into the ground to a depth of a foot.

He was struggling to resist, when he suddenly saw Yang Boci not far away also attack.

Yang Boci withdrew the silk threads and let them quickly wrap around and twist them into a thick line of steel bars. It's just that the front end of these lines is densely packed with countless needles. If you are injured by this thing, it is definitely no less than the slashing of a sword.

"Throw a thousand pounds!"

Yang Boci roared, with thick lines and needles, like arrows off the string, quickly piercing his chest.

Poof!

A scream of pain sent a mouthful of blood from the Divine Servant's mouth.

It turned out that in order to prevent himself from being hit by such a blow, he was in a hurry, and his hand was loosened, so that the palm of the giant Buddha pressed heavily on his body.

Lu Yang saw the opportunity, and an eagle pounced and grabbed at his back.

There was a click, the clothes were scratched, and five bloody paw prints were exposed on the back.

The priest grabbed his right hand with his backhand, rolled over, kicked his right arm socket with his right foot, and randomly pinned his right hand outward.

There was a creak, and Lu Yang's right hand was broken by him again.

"I'm grassing your uncle! Are you fucking sincere, you can't get along with me! My right hand, what's wrong with digging your ancestral grave!" Lu Yang retreated while baring his teeth and scolding.

When they were in Sanjiangping, the two had a fight, and that time the priest broke his right hand. And now he has broken off his right hand, and this man is really a little man.

The priest laughed, he touched the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said with great disdain: "You people, what is the big deal about bullying the less. If you have the ability, let's go it alone!"

After a battle just now, the god servant came to the conclusion that Lu Yang and Yang Boci were not to be afraid, and it was Lu Jun who really needed to be wary of.

"Hmph, you dead dog, you are desperate, and you dare to bargain with us!" Lu Yi saw that they had the upper hand, straightened up, pointed at him and scolded.

"Yes, I'm a dog, but the dog jumps off the wall, this sentence is the most suitable. On the surface, the priest was chatting with them, but the hand behind his back had already taken out a picture scroll from the bookcase.

The priest threw it into the sky, and the scroll opened by itself.

"Everyone be careful, don't approach him easily, this is his unique kung fu!" Lu Yang passed through the battle of Sanjiangping, and he was very clear about the kung fu of the gods. After all, he used this kung fu to wipe out all the elites of the ironclad guards.

Ha!!!

The priest shouted, and on the picture scroll, a behemoth rushed out in an instant.

"Eight-clawed immortal!"

This inky octopus is seven or eight meters tall, and its claws are as thick as tree trunks. Eight claws, like swords, spears and halberds, continued to pounce on the ground one after another.

Every time he struck, the earth shook the mountains and rolled up countless grasses, and Lu Yang didn't dare to take it hard, so he had to follow his own body method and quickly dodge the attack.

Yang Boci took back the needle and thread, and the needle and thread were vertical and horizontal, cutting the leg of an octopus into hundreds of small pieces.

Lu Yi was caught by the octopus and strangled tightly with a huge suction cup.

"Pray to God and worship Buddha!"

The ten fingers of Maitreya Buddha on Lu Jun's body were crossed, in the form of a mallet, and he slashed towards the octopus leg with a heavy blow.

Lu Yi fell from the sky in an instant, and Lu Jun jumped up and reached out to catch his son who was falling quickly.

Coo-goo-goo!!

Before he had time to catch his breath, he looked up and saw that under the huge head of the octopus, the ink sac agitated, and a large cloud of ink spurted out of the ink funnel.

Twice, three, four times, more than ten sprays, all over the mountains and wilderness were blackened with ink. A large cloud of ink dispersed in the air, like layers of thick fog, making it impossible to see anything.

Knock knock!

With a loud bang, the cuttlefish used all his strength and fell to the ground with a bang.

Lu Yang, Lu Yi, Lu Jun, and Yang Boci were all spared, and they left a thick ink from head to toe.

Splashed with ink, they are like black Africans, except for the white teeth, the rest of the place is black.

"Uncle, you're so ugly, like a coal ghost!" Lu Yi clutched his stomach and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, don't laugh! What about the Divine Servant?" Lu Jun looked around, it was empty, but the Divine Servant disappeared alive in front of them without knowing it.

In the final analysis, he just deliberately let go of cruel words to create an atmosphere of life and death.

And then use the octopus as a cover, so that they are blinded.

He fished in troubled waters in the chaos, and then escaped from the ascension.

Yang Boci did not scold like Lu Yang, he believed that as long as he acted, he would leave traces.

He leaned over the surrounding grass and searched quickly, and suddenly saw fresh ink on the blades of grass.

"Helper, come on, I've found his traces!"