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Guo Chuanzong's fierce and domineering dragon descending palm, in this person's hand, was as if he had broken a big blister, and in an instant, the golden dragon head turned into a little illusory light and shadow, and was crushed by a light claw.

This was the first time Jian Chen had seen the Dragon Descending Palm being broken so easily.

Guo Chuanzong looked very tired, and after a palm came out, his body was half-bent, with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, but a pair of unyielding eyes shot out of resentful anger, shooting straight at the person who broke through his dragon palm.

Jian Chen hid behind the window, carefully looking at the three people standing opposite Guo Chuanzong.

One monk, one monk, one layman.

Three people, but representing three distinct identities, this strange combination surprised him.

The one who took Guo Chuanzong's palm was a sturdy monk, dressed as a Shaolin monk, and the Taoist priest on his left hand was carrying a long sword on his back, pinching the Taoist trick with one hand, and his gray beard swayed slightly in the wind, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

On the right hand side of the Shaolin warrior monk, the middle-aged swordsman dressed as a ranger looked at Guo Chuanzong's expression, with extreme disdain, unlike the Taoist priest, the long sword in his hand had already been unsheathed and held in his hand, and there were blood beads slowly dripping on the tip of the sword with oblique fingers down, and I don't know who was injured in his hand.

"Xiao Huazi, in the hands of the Shaolin Three Absolute Masters, I am afraid that your dragon descending palm will not even be able to descend a worm, or be obedient and confess Jian Chen's whereabouts!"

The middle-aged swordsman looked at Guo Chuanzong contemptuously, the blood-stained long sword in his hand danced a sword flower, and his fingers lightly popped out a crisp sound on the sword body, threatening:

"Otherwise, Old Guo's gang leader must not look good!"

"Phew!"

Guo Chuanzong took a sip when he heard this, didn't eat him at all, and sneered: "Jiang Ai, you don't make a lot of nonsense here, if my grandfather is really here, you dare to let out a fart, master, I'll give you this!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs up to the middle-aged swordsman named Jiang Ai, but in the blink of an eye, the direction of the thumb was already downward.

Jiang Ai was snatched white by him, and his face immediately turned blue and red, and he snorted coldly: "The little gang leader of the beggar gang is not very good at martial arts, and when it comes to lip service, he is the best in the world." ”

"One last question, you say, or don't say!"

As soon as the words fell, he had already stepped forward with his sword, and the tip of the bloodstained sword pointed directly at the tip of Guo Chuanzong's nose, and the sharp edge of Sen Han provoked a layer of goosebumps on the tip of Guo Chuanzong's nose.

"Amitayus Shoufu, Guo Xiao Gang Leader is really tough, but Poor Dao still hopes that you can distinguish between good and evil, like Jian Chen, a murderous demon like Ma Chen, it is really not worth such maintenance by Guo Xiao Gang Leader. ”

The Taoist priest seemed to be unable to bear to see Jiang Ai bullying a young man, so he immediately spoke out and persuaded him.

The sturdy Shaolin monk standing in the middle also opened his mouth and echoed: "Daoist Zhengqing is right, Guo Xiao Gang Master, you still tell us about the whereabouts of that wicked man, and the little monk promises that he will never embarrass you again." ”

The three of you said a word, and they all pointed Jian Chen as the big devil, so angry that Guo Chuanzong jumped like thunder, and roared:

"Are you deaf? The master said very clearly, people, it was not my eldest brother who killed you, you want to take revenge, first find the right master!"

Jiang Ai suddenly smiled fiercely: "Little Hanako, are you impatient?"

The blood-stained tip of the sword turned into a thunderbolt, obviously a straight stab, but in Guo Chuanzong's eyes, he suddenly felt an angry thunder slashing the top of his head from the sky.

For a while, how to dodge this sword, he was at a loss in his heart.

"Don't!"

"Don't!"

Two exclamations rang out from the mouths of a monk and a monk at the same time.

At the same time, there was also Jiang Chuan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, his figure suddenly shot out like a cheetah, a green short stick made a sword momentum, and a stick stabbed out angrily, but the end of the stick pointed to Jiang Ai's waist, which was the thought of encircling Wei to save Zhao.

It's just that this stick is a stab, but the anxiety on Jiang Chuan's face is not less at all.

The stick is short and the sword is long, and he is a late hair, I am afraid that with Jiang Aishi's kung fu that has only been revealed, it is not too late to stab the little gang leader's head through first, and then come to dodge him.

Just when his heart was in a hurry, he suddenly felt a wind sound passing quickly from his ear, and then, a black shadow crossed the corner of his eye, which was several times faster than his short stick, and in just an instant, it had rushed towards Jiang Ai's sword-holding arm.

Bang!

The black shadow suddenly exploded, followed by a large canopy of blood-colored flowers that bloomed in an instant.

"Ahh

A scream suddenly shook the ear drums as the black shadow exploded.

From Jiang Chuan's sight, he was surprised to see the sword that Jiang Ai stabbed at Guo Chuanzong, together with the hand holding the sword, suddenly flew into the sky, made a few turns, and with a bang, the tip of the sword was just plunged into the ground.

As the blade of the sword kept shaking, the half-cut arm with no body on the hilt made him look terrified.

Plop!

Jiang Ai hugged his blood-splattered arm and fell to the ground screaming in pain, the sharp pain from his right arm causing him to roll on the ground in a cold sweat.

"Master Jiang!"

The warrior monk of Shaolin, known as the master of the Three Uniques, was immediately startled, his steps moved, his arms stretched out as fast as lightning, and his entire sturdy body was already in front of Jiang Ai.

Zhengqing Dao Chang also cooperated with him very tacitly, and the Three Absolute Masters went to block the next attack that might come again, and his figure flashed, and he had floated to the place where Jiang Ai was rolling, and his fingers connected the points, sealing the acupoint at his broken arm, and at the end, he pointed at the Fengchi acupoint behind his head.

The wailing ceased immediately.

But it was Zhengqing Dao Chang who didn't want him to die alive, and he pointed Jiang Ai to faint with one finger.

After doing all this, the two of them had time to look at the place where the black shadow of Shicai came from.

The first thing I saw was Guo Chuanzong's sneering face.

I saw him clench his palm, hand his thumb back, and sneered: "Aren't you looking for him, he is here now!"

Where his thumb was pointing, Jian Chenzheng flipped his wrist and reduced the Silver Moon Sky Tearing Bow into a thousand bladed short sticks, step by step, slowly stepping forward.

Seeing that Guo Chuanzong was in danger just now, where could he still hold his breath in the house, he opened his bow and arrows at the moment, controlled the strength, and shot out like an arrow, so that when the sword light thunderbolt was about to fall on the top of Guo Chuanzong's head, Jiang Ai's arm was broken with an arrow.

"Jian Chen!"

Zhengqing Dao Chang was from the Pure Yang Sword Palace, when Jian Chen forcibly broke into the Pure Yang and fought with that Fei Zhong in order to seize the Brahma Cold, he happened to be at the scene, and when he saw it at this time, he immediately exclaimed.

Although Jian Chen had also been to Shaolin, the Three Absolute Masters had never seen him, and he was at a loss, when he heard an exclamation from the chief of Zhengqing Dao, his blank expression immediately became cold, and the Buddha's eyebrows were upside down, and he shouted at Jian Chen:

"Sword donor, shouldn't I return the diamond in Shaolin Temple?"

As soon as these words came out, Jian Chen's majestic pace suddenly stagnated, and the heavenly evil aura brought by the power of that arrow immediately dissipated.