Jinmen is open to the big alley, one street, more than a dozen high-class shops, and nearly 100 fierce men.

As soon as Kou Li's voice fell, the little killing monk sharpened the ink, and the round Taoist priest spread out the paper, waiting for Wen Zhuangyuan to write.

"The atmosphere is a little lacking. ”

Zhuang Yuanlang muttered to himself, walked to the door of the restaurant, leaned on the blind beard who was sleeping on the door, and gently woke up the other party.

"Uncle, ten pennies, will you pull the ambush on all sides? ”

"It will drop, it will drop," the blind old man bit the silver horn and nodded busily.

"What about King Qin's Broken Formation?"

"Will pull, will pull. ”

"I'll just excuse you. ”

"Polite officer!"

Playing the ambush on all sides with the erhu, compared with the pipa song, it is a little less passionate and heroic, and a little more hoarse and low, but in this low tone, it has a choking taste, just like the soju in the north, which is strong enough.

Nearly 100 great boxers, killing intent is like the sea, a unique enjoyment.

Kou Li followed the tune, his fingers swayed a little, and when the tone reached a high note, he waved his pen and splashed ink, and it was done in one fell swoop.

"Hang it up!"

In the twist shop, more than a dozen big boxers from all over the world sat on a broken wooden stool, and tea and tofu and hemp flowers were placed in front of the table.

In the paper, a back, a sword, a poem.

According to the sword god, he passed through the Jinmen, gritted his teeth and galloped angrily. raised eyebrows and said that the demons were bold, and they were shocked and frightened.

"What a bird!"

A bald strong man outside the gate shot the case, angry, he was illiterate, and he hated literate people the most, and there were still people who chewed words in front of him.

After two clicks, he walked to the gate and tore open the mess.

Who knew that the figure on the painting flashed, the sword light flashed, the big man's scalp exploded, and then, the iron cloth shirt he had practiced in the past 20 years of kung fu was actually cut open.

On the iron-like chest, the blood mark was so clear and conspicuous, as if it had really been cut by a sword, and it was half an inch away from the throat.

"Impossible, this is the means of the Sword Immortal!"

"This is not the means of the sword immortal, this is the sword intent to break the heart, the bald head reacts too quickly. "The big boxer in Shuzhong said quietly.

The body reaction of the big boxer is dozens of times that of ordinary people, and once the mood is broken, the subconscious thinks that he has been injured by the sword, so it is not the person in the painting who slashes him, but his own instinctive reaction that he is injured, and then, he is injured.

"How is this possible. ”

There are people who do not believe in evil, once they get close to this painting within three feet, they immediately feel a strong sword intent in their faces, even if they are not as exaggerated as the big man, they are pale and sweat is like rain.

The big boxer in Shuzhong sighed, Chuanzhong is the land of the Central Plains, a very mysterious realm, there are many immortal monuments, there are countless legends of fairy swordsmen and strange people, he experienced it once when he was a child.

This may not be the sword immortal's means, but what is copied is definitely the sword immortal's demon sword intent!

The words are divided into two ends, Kou Li takes one step at a time, one poem in four steps, and at the same time as the little Taoist priest hangs the painting, he accidentally glances at it, and his face suddenly turns red, and his nosebleed almost comes out.

'Amitabha, Amitabha, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, no, I am a Taoist priest, and I am not a monk, the painting made by the same Taoist is too exposed, and the path of watching is careful of the liver jumping. ’

On the shop where the ears and eyes fried rice cakes are hung, there is a picture of a beautiful woman bathing, fragrant and fragrant breasts, white skin and flesh, shallots, and shallots.

And when you see this painting, you feel that the woman in the painting has appeared, a ball of heat in the lower abdomen has come up, and the body trembles, and the world is dumbfounded.

The pink skull is moved by desire, by six desires, by six emotions, by six emotions, by moving and by six turbidity.

Therefore, there is a poem: Twenty-eight beautiful people are like crisps, and the sword at the waist slashes the fool. Although I don't see anyone's head falling, I secretly teach the monarch to have dry bone marrow.

Kou Li walked half a street, and came to the largest and most expensive restaurant on the street, upstairs and downstairs, there were more than 30 big boxers, and the killing machines were gathered together, and together, even the great master could only retreat.

Besides, who knows if there is a great grandmaster in this, Kou Li has a hunch that as long as he shows his flaws, the first person to do it will definitely be the grandmaster, not anything else.

"No paper this time!" As soon as Kou Li's voice fell, he lifted his toes, and then put it on the welcoming pillar from the first floor to the second floor, and with a wave of the ink pen, he entered the wood for three points.

Legend has it that the great calligrapher Wang Xizhi can practice words on the wooden board to enter the wood for three points, which is the other party's pen power has been extraordinary, the wrist moves, the middle straight and horizontal, and the whole body is pregnant in the pen.

Although Kou Li has not yet reached the realm of calligraphy, his realm of boxing has arrived.

Word by word, gold and silver strokes, indescribable terrifying momentum erupted, this feeling, as if it is the nemesis of martial arts, the end of boxing!

"Stop him!"

Sure enough, as Kou Li expected, a figure exploded, and he couldn't see the way of the fist, or rather, there were big fists from several provinces, and a punch swept in, and the rolling momentum turned into Qionglou Yuyu, and there was a ladder to the sky, a never-ending ladder, leading directly to the realm of the gods.

Seeing what people don't see, it's clear, knowing what people don't know, saying that it's a god, a god, the first to win!

Kou Li's face did not move, he kept writing, just pierced his knees, stepped on a Wuji style, and did not turn his head, gossip reversal, the front hand was repeated, the back hand was raised, and the waist force swung forward, and the ridge, separation, shock, exchange, squeeze, squeeze, and press.

'Brush', the other party stirred like a spinning top.

"What do you want me to do?"

The level and the gods, the power of the gods, this is the most powerful part of this punch, but in his boxing realm, he himself is a god!

The last stroke fell, Kou Li left without looking back, and the man was about to land, turned over in embarrassment, and was just about to rush out, when suddenly his eyes were blank, and his spirit and body were as if he had been placed in a fire pit.

This time, the scope of the poem was not only within three zhang, but covered the entire restaurant, and all the boxers turned pale, as if they had seen the existence of extreme fear.

The door of Xuanqi is opened, and the four refining are killing and burning the body. Ignorance turned into purple frost and refined a fairy elixir.

Burn the body, burn the body!!

The Great Grandmaster is not enough, not to mention the other Great Boxers, the sound of 'Dong Dong Dong' on the ground sounded one after another, blocking the last pass of the Immortal Gate Keeper throughout the ages, even if it is just a simulated momentum, it can also deter most people.

Knowing at this time, the boxers knew that cultural people are not terrible, and those who can read boxing are the most terrifying, but unfortunately it is too late to know now.

'Ghosts and ghosts, devouring fire and eating charcoal, walking on the mountain of knives, with different heads and hands. Or into the wok, the five bodies are indiscriminate, there is no ghost form, all the pain and pain, incredible. Suffering in the Dharma realm really can't be added, and when I think about it, I see that it is like suffering, and I don't realize that the pores of my body are all bleeding, as if they are dissolved. ’

Endless visions of hell flooded the last storefront.

Eighteen Layers of Hell Falling Figures!