Within a quarter of an hour of the operation of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, Du Zhubei's combat power was like the first person under the Three Sages, even if Yue Guhan was here, he had to avoid its edge slightly.

Under the star's burial, there is an invisible swamp around the Du Stop Cup, and any person around it will be swayed by him.

Heaven and earth are the game, all things are chess, swaggering the stars, and burying yin and yang.

The "Star Burial" unfolded, Du Stop Cup had a pair of short spears in front of the back, rushing left and right, Du Stop Cup was just like a leisurely stroll in the surrounded by a group of Thunder Cliff knife hands, and there was no enemy under him.

The black qi around Du Zhubei's body rose, moving forward step by step, directly in front of Jiao Hong, and Jiao Hong had already lost his fear, how could he have the courage to face the demon god-like Du Zhubei?

"Big brother, my own big brother, it's really not my ......"

Jiao Hong was still muttering to himself for mercy, and the short spear in Du Zhubei's hand was a little in the air, and the invisible strength had already crushed around him. The sound of wagging his tail and begging for mercy came to an abrupt end, and countless red blood spots continued to pour out from under Jiao Hong's skin.

"Wu Gexi was rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong and short-handed. ”

Jiao Hong's corpse was pushed away in the air by Du Zhucup, and he let out a long groan and shook his spears, killing four more Thunder Cliff swordsmen.

Tears kept falling from Bai Zhisu's eyes, and she knew that this was Du Zhibei's favorite poem.

Du Zhubei is now singing in his mouth, obviously because he has a feeling, and the true yuan in his body is almost endless at the moment, but as time passes, the feeling of running out of oil and drying up is approaching little by little.

"The sun is like a cloud, and the arrows are fighting for the first. ”

Du Zhubei threw the short spear in his right hand, nailed a Thunder Cliff knife hand to death, and the whole person rushed into the Thunder Cliff master between the rabbits and the falcons.

"Ling Yu staggered for the rest of his life, and his left side was injured and his right blade was injured. ”

The big boss of Lianyunzhai is like a crazy demon, and the tricks are repeated, and the well-known Thunder Cliff swordsmen have fallen, and the master group composed of more than 200 quasi-first-class masters is rampant in the rivers and lakes, which is sideways for the government and the opposition, but today it is in the dead and dead fight of Du Stop Cup.

"The haze is two rounds and four horses, and the jade is beating the drum. ”

The Thunder Cliff was almost killed, and Du Zhubei held a short spear, and his eyes were locked on the "Si Ming Raccoon" Mao Bingcheng not far away.

Mao Bingcheng was not frightened, and quietly looked at him.

"Thunder Bluff, it's a pity. ”

Mao Bingcheng said slowly: "Does the big boss know why he has fallen to such a point now?"

Du stopped not speaking, and there was only deep disappointment in his eyes.

Mao Bingcheng is the most trusted person of Du Zhubei, but today the person he trusts the most betrays him and wants Du to stop the cup to death.

Brothers work together, and their profits are broken.

Du Zhibei has always thought so, and has always done so.

Today, this sentence has become, brothers are in turmoil, and gold and stone are also open.

For Du Zhubei, although the cold poison is bone-chilling, it is more chilling than the betrayal of his brother.

Du Zhubei clenched the short spear in his hand, and the spirit and spirit firmly locked Mao Bingcheng, at this moment and here, unless the three saints came in person, Mao Bingcheng would definitely die.

"When the sky is frightened, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned. ”

Du stopped the cup, and as soon as he walked into the air, he was at the end of the world, and in an instant, he had already broken through to Mao Bingcheng, and the short spear in his hand descended like Taiyue, and under the extreme realm of "Star Burial", even Mao Bingcheng could not surpass the thunder pool.

The spear was fierce, and it went straight to the center of Mao Bingcheng's forehead, but it couldn't be clicked three inches away from the center of the eyebrows.

Within a point, variables are born.

At the moment when Du stopped the cup to understand Mao Bingcheng.

The endless energy of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa was suddenly cut off in an instant, and the cold poison in Du Zhu's cup revived, and the sharp pain in his heart struck, and he could barely hold the short spear in his hand.

A muttered incantation suddenly came to mind in the air, and it seemed that five hundred bald heads were chanting scriptures around the martial arts arena in front of them.

Mao Bingcheng had a mocking smile on his face, he was cunning as a raccoon dog in one step, how could he not count Du Zhubei's desperate means?

Killing all the henchmen of Thunder Cliff and Taigong Chong with the hand of Du Zhu Cup, and then taking the Du Zhu Cup with the back hand, such a calculation is too simple for Mao Bingcheng.

"Amitabha!"

A Zen chant, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, shocked Du Zhu's cup, his black gas around him was like an electric shock, swaying, Du Zhubei gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.

"Shaolin. ”

Four figures slowly walked from a distance.

"Amitabha!"

A Zen chant, high and ethereal, dissolved the evil hostility, and constantly suppressed the power of the disintegration of the heavenly demons in Du Zhu's cup.

The sound of the Buddha's horn on the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa turned out to be the biggest suppression, and this unprovoked power was countered by a gratuitous spell, Du stopped the cold poison in the cup, and then rushed again, he sat cross-legged, his hands slowly breathing, and he used the last bit of residual strength to find an opportunity to fight back.

"Amitabha. ”

The first seat of the Prajna Hall is the wisdom of the Buddha, the first seat of the Arhat Hall is the first seat of the Dharma Hall, the first seat of the Dharma Hall is the first seat of the Dharma Hall, and the first seat of the Bodhi Hall is the first seat of the Dharma Forbearance.

The four heads of the Shaolin Temple appeared together, and behind them stood a fat monk wearing a brocade robe, wearing a Pilu monk's hat, and holding a nine-ring tin staff.

"Amitabha. ”

Shaolin presided over the solemn appearance of the monk Monk Baoxiang, standing behind the four junior disciples, and slammed the tin staff in his hand on the ground.

"Lord Du Shi has a relationship with my Buddhism. Monk Faxin said slowly.

"We are also very close to your mother. ”

Du Zhubei finally understood that the reason why Mao Bingcheng dared to do it today was not only because of the cold poison in his body, but also because these Shaolin bald donkeys finally arrived and relied on him.

"Lord Du Shi led the martial arts heroes to assist the Golden Holy Lord against Tubo, what kind of demeanor was that, the poor monk couldn't sit back and watch the donor hurt his own foundation with his magic skills. ”

"Great monk, when did you hook up together?"

"Amitabha, Lord Dushi, I can't hide it, Mr. Mao is a lay disciple of a poor monk. Back then, they also practiced the Yijin Sutra together in the Forest of Steles. ”

Du stopped the cup and laughed wildly when he heard this.

"I can't imagine that I will be a hero and end up falling into the calculations of you bald donkeys. Ah Cheng, I can even drink Yunzhai wine, eat meat, and play with women, is it 10,000 times happier than that bullshit Shaolin?"

Monk Fa Xin clasped his hands together: "Du Gong is a bit too much to say like this, in my Shaolin, you can drink wine, eat meat, and play with women." ”

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the four great monks in front of him were ashamed.

"Okay, good," Du stopped laughing, "Today, only you are still a wonderful person." ”

"The poor monk is not a wonderful person, but he is just a little compassionate, and he can't see Du Gong I die. The corner of the monk's mouth smiled, "Du Gong performed the Dafa of Heavenly Demon Disintegration, so the magic skill lasted for a quarter of an hour at most, and he would die tragically after a quarter of an hour." Monk Faxin said slowly: "With my five hundred Shaolin disciples reciting the "Great Nirvana Sutra" to suppress it, this can live freely in heaven and earth. ”

Du Zhibei looked at Faxin, and when it came to the situation in front of him, it was not just as simple as his brothers wanting to defect to the imperial court, but also Shaolin's faint operation behind it.

Monk Faxin led the Shaolin Temple to make a move at this time, what kind of thoughts did he have?

"Do you arrange 500 people in Shaolin to sing in my ears every day?"

"If a person like Du Gong can avoid death, don't say 500 people, it is 5,000 people, 50,000 people, and Shaolin is willing to do it. ”

"What the hell do you have in mind?"

"Please go to the Shaolin stele forest to rest. "Fa Xin shook the Zen staff. "Ladies and gentlemen, quickly escort Master Du on the road. ”