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Drager took into account his identity, and still said patiently: "As long as you give me the black tiger, I will satisfy you with whatever you want!"

Wukong didn't bother to pay attention to him, but Gao Jie stepped forward and said: "Master Drag, you are the national teacher of the Jin Kingdom, your status is respected, how can you be like a child, you have to take what you want when you see it, and you don't care if others want it or not, you are really ignorant." This black tiger is my brother's treasure, don't worry about it!"

Drag's old face turned red, and he said in a deep voice: "How can I take it by force, as long as he gives me the black tiger, I will have greater benefits for him!"

Gao Jie smiled: "What if you don't give it?

Drager was so angry that his eyebrows and beard turned up, and he shouted: "Don't you understand the truth of being guilty? Since ancient times, the strong have been respected, and you should first weigh your own strength to see if you can keep the black tiger! The old man persuaded him with kind words and good words, hoping that you can know what is good and bad, understand the current affairs, and do not end up with both people and money!"

Wukong couldn't understand Drag's tirade, and roared: "My black tiger, don't give it!"

Drager was furious, strode forward, and carried the strength of the mountain, and the big fist with the mouth of the bowl carried the strong wind, and slammed it towards Wukong.

The Grand Lama of Sha'er didn't expect that Drager was still pretending, and suddenly he turned his face and shot out, without warning, and was waiting to come to the rescue, but he saw a white shadow flashing beside him, and he actually rushed in front of him and rushed out, it was Gao Jie.

Gao Jie Bailian Jiusheng broke through to the realm of the Seven Lives Police, and before Drager had a murderous intention, he was already slightly aware of it, and rushed to run the Phantom Lotus Transformation Method in front of the Great Lama of Sha'er, and rushed forward to rescue Wukong.

Before he could rush to Wukong, a red shadow fell from the sky and blocked his way, it was Wumai ** Master. In fact, Wu Mai knew that since Drager valued this little black tiger so much, it must be because it was of great benefit to improving his strength, and he was unwilling to stop Gao Jie. But he knew even more that if he couldn't work together to defeat Grand Lama Shahr and his party as soon as possible, all the efforts he had worked so hard to plan would be in vain. In desperation, weighing the severity, he had no choice but to help Dragher take down the Black Tiger first, so that he could join forces with him wholeheartedly and keep the good situation.

Wumai's ** master's body method is extremely fast, Gao Jie can't get around him at once, he can only be forced to stop for life, and he is secretly worried about Wukong in his heart.

Just listen to the bang, and Drager over there has already punched Goku. One is the tall and strong Wumai, and the other is the young and thin Wukong, in everyone's hearts, there is no suspense in this unequal contest, that is, among the Jurchen soldiers, some people who are shameless to bully children have closed their eyes, and they can't bear to see Wukong being stoned to death by Drag's punch.

But what they heard after that was not a sigh, but a surprised inhalation. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Drager had returned to where he had started, and the yellow-haired boy was still lying on the ground, his back arched, and he did not look injured at all.

Grand Lama Sha'er couldn't help but squint his eyes, just now Drager and Wukong punched each other, he could see it clearly, and he also knew that Drag's fist strength contained the strength of the mountain, which was extremely strong, even his most powerful apprentice Rondo sacrificed the Great Black Heaven Law Phase, and he didn't necessarily dare to take it hard. But the inconspicuous yellow-haired child in front of him took it in a daze, and forced Drager back. What surprised him even more was that from Wukong's punch just now, Grand Lama Shahr felt the momentum of the tiger, the swiftness of the leopard, the agility of the wolf, and the viciousness of the snake.

"Xingyi!" "Xingyi!" a term that often appears in the martial arts of the Central Plains flashed in the heart of the Great Lama Sha'er. However, he has traveled in the Central Plains for decades and has seen countless masters known as Xingyi, but none of them can be as conformable as the yellow-haired boy in front of him.

Wukong punched out, the power is not completely on the arm, but a combination of leg kicks, waist twisting, back straight, body rotation and other force methods, several times superimposed to amplify the power of the fist, the power of the explosion compared with Chongshan Jin, does not fall behind.

Master Drag's fist was useless, and he was shocked back a few steps, and he was even more shocked, and he was stunned on the spot for a while.

This stunned time was enough for the Great Lama of Sha'er and Dongge to rush forward, and the Great Lama of Sha'er recited the Buddha's name, and the Dahei Tianfa behind him was more condensed, blocking the front of Wukong, and fighting with the ** master of Drag, who had just come back to his senses.

And Dong Ge rushed towards the Wumai ** division. Wumai's iron bow was almost cut in two by Luo Sigong's knife, so he had to draw out an arrow, and the heavenly fire ran through it, using it as a weapon, and Dongge's jade knife was inseparable.

Gao Jie was relieved to see that Wukong was safe and sound, and hurriedly beckoned him to follow him, leading the rest of the people to continue to rush towards the gate of Emperor Guan's Palace.

Tong Du stood far away on the periphery, and saw Gao Jie and others fighting like tigers and attacking towards the gate of the main hall, and the formation of the Jurchen soldiers was also rushed to pieces, his eyes flickered, but he did not say anything to command his subordinates to re-form and fight.

Dongdan Sa had a violent temperament and shouted at Tongdu: "General Tongdu, you still don't personally go into battle to command, how long will you stay?!"

Tong Du glanced at him coldly, and said lightly: "General Ben has his own plans, and he doesn't need to say more from the mage!"

Dongdan Sa glared at him fiercely, pulled out the long knife in his waist, and was about to step forward to block the attack of Gao Jie and others, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest in his vest, and when he looked down, a knife tip came out of his chest. He wanted to turn around to see who was plotting behind him, but the knife pierced through the vest, accurately stabbed the heart, and then broke through the chest, and the knife technique was precise and ruthless, making Dongdansa's vitality pass quickly, and even the strength to turn his head was lost.

Just the moment he lost consciousness, he heard a familiar voice sound coldly: "A person who is too self-righteous will die early!"

The battle in the front yard was fierce and chaotic, and no one of the Jurchens was present in Hetuala, and the supreme commander Tongdu quietly took out Dongdansa with a knife, and then turned and left the battlefield.

The Jurchen soldiers were in chaos, Gao Jie and others took advantage of the situation to rush to the gate of the main hall, Gui Yingcha and Gunchuk did not hesitate, and immediately killed the two masters of the Zoroastrian sect who were performing the fire god technique to heat up the iron plate that closed the temple gate, and occupied the steps of the temple gate.

Looking at the red iron plate and listening to the sound of the knock from inside, Gao Jie was anxious and shouted: "Let's bombard the iron plate together!" After speaking, he took up the Wuwei palm technique and slammed the palm on the iron plate in the air.

Except for Zhuolu and Dawara, who still used their skills to prop up the shield and block the attacks of the surrounding Jurchen soldiers and the heavenly spirit bats, the others used their own methods to carry out continuous attacks on the iron plate. Unable to attack far away, the weapons were scorched red by the earth's fire, so they discarded them on the ground, picked up the swords and guns of the Jurchen soldiers who died in battle, and started again.

In the main hall, Luo Sigong heard the impact sound from outside, his spirit was lifted, and he shouted: "Reinforcements have arrived, don't give up, work hard, break this iron plate!"

At this moment, the temperature in the hall was already very high, and most of the people had taken off their coats and were drenched in sweat. Wang Rui was even bare-chested, and found usable wood, masonry and stone in the main hall, and even the weapons in the hands of the statue were taken by him, and smashed the iron plate at the entrance of the main hall in turn.

It's just that the air in the hall is getting thinner and thinner, and everyone feels that the loss of strength is accelerating, and their breathing is short, and there is not much time left for them.

Venerable Zongqing's internal strength is strong, and now he is gradually feeling exhausted, he must be open, sweating profusely, still exhaling one by one, bombarding the iron plate in the air with his Dharma fist. Luo Sigong waved the No. 1 embroidered spring knife, and with each slash, he exhaled his strength, forcing back the fire god power that spread the blade, and the internal force consumption was also very powerful, but he still slashed firmly one by one.

This piece of iron plate that closed the entrance of the main hall was thick and solid, and after being smelted together by Zoroastrian masters and the iron plate in the wall, plus the blessing of the fire god, it was very tricky. Although the smelting connection has gradually loosened under the attacks of many masters, there is still little hope of breaking the iron plate in a short period of time. After all, everyone went to Liaodong this time, and they came lightly, and it was inconvenient to carry heavy weapons, so it was difficult to succeed in one fell swoop with waist knives, spears, etc., as well as the internal strength of air strikes.

With Shi Bo, Ji Longfeng and others only separated by an iron plate, but it was like thousands of miles away, unable to save each other, Gao Jie's eyes were split, as if he was crazy to hit out the palm of Wuwei, without sparing any effort. He hated himself for being too weak, very iron-clad and too thick, hating the Jurchens for being too vicious, and he was almost lost with hatred.

Seeing Gao Jie's appearance on the side, Master Doroji knew that he was in danger of going mad and was in danger of going mad, so he hurriedly shouted in his ear: "Young master, calm down and concentrate, only by staying sober can you have any hope of success!

Gao Jie calmed down slightly, and hurriedly ran the White Lotus Nine Lives, stabilized his mind, and recovered from the tyrannical and irritable state. Looking at the iron plate that was still red and unbreakable, his heart was crossed, and he took out the Baolian Holy Sword from his arms, and his mind was full of energy, not caring if he would expose the secret of the White Lotus Divine Skill, he had to make a last fight.

Suddenly, he heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves at the temple gate, Gao Jie turned his head to look, and saw a tall and strong, unkempt man, wearing shabby armor, a black horse under his crotch, and a huge iron sword, rushing in like a god.

"Liu Zhaosun?!" Seeing this person, Gao Jie was surprised and couldn't help shouting.

The person who came was Liu Zhaosun, whom Gao Jie and others had seen in Abu Darigan before. He was the adopted son of Liu Ling, the king of the Great Sword of Soldiers, and after the defeat in the Battle of Sarhu, he was seriously injured and lost his memory, and survived in a cave behind Abu Darigan.

Many years later, when he suddenly saw Wang Rui and Wang Xi, Liu Zhaosun was chaotic, where to recognize him, which made the two senior brothers sad. Under Gao Jie's persuasion, Wang Rui and his brothers prepared to wait for Hetuala's affairs to be finished, and then come to Abu Darigang to bring their younger brother back to the Central Plains.

Unexpectedly, not long after Wang Rui and his entourage left, Liu Zhaosun somehow recovered part of his sanity and memory, and faintly felt that Wang Rui and the two brothers were extremely close to him and extremely important people, so he left Abu Darigan with the 120 catties of iron broadsword left by his adoptive father, followed them, and came to Hetuala.

Liu Zhaosun had learned some tracking methods from Wang Xi, and he also arrived at Hetuara in the evening today. When entering the city, he hacked to death several Jurchen soldiers defending the city, grabbed a black high-headed horse, and rushed towards Pujue Temple.

Gao Jie saw Liu Zhaosun, and he didn't know if he had recovered his sanity and memory, so he shouted loudly: "Brother Zhaosun, come and help break the iron plate, Wang Rui and Brother Wang Xi are trapped in the hall!"

Although Liu Zhaosun had seen Gao Jie, he had long forgotten it at the moment, but when he heard that the two senior brothers were trapped, his hair suddenly stood on end, his tiger eyes widened, and he urged the horse to rush into the crowd of Jurchen soldiers.

Watching Liu Zhaosun jump off the war horse and drag a hundred and twenty pounds of iron broadsword up the steps, Gao Jie's heart moved, as if he saw the light of hope in a desperate situation.