Yu Bujia and Conjuring Yuan were arrogant, and hated the eight-armed rat to the bone, and had no intention of retreating, Yu Bujia said to the poor old man: "Where is the eight-part stick gang to live?"

The poor old man said happily: "The two of you really have the intention of making a move, and I, the poor old four, should gather people and go to the door with the two." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ju Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "What gang are there in the local area?

The poor old man said: "There are monks from the Shimen sect, heroes from the Prancing Horse Mountain, five tigers from the Eight Yin, and Taoist priests from the Wuning faction, all of whom hate the Eight Stick Gang. Since they came here, we have a huge town, and only these four families can still eat. I'll contact the two of you and discuss it before we do it. ”

Juan Yuan and Yu Bujia glanced at each other, nodded slowly, and the four poor elders were overjoyed and immediately went downstairs.

Pan Xuan said in a low voice: "I'm going to go with me to take a look, you go back to the inn to rest." ”

Tianlong was actually quite obedient, nodded, and went silently, feeling strange slightly, but now there is more important matter, pinching his fingers, and the hexagram says, "The remains of prisoners are dark and dull." Pan Xuan's heart moved, and he thought secretly: "This hexagram says that there are things in the body, or there is something abnormal. Could it be that the bodies of those five people are still here?" immediately walked out of the wine shop, asked for the location of the yamen here, performed light skills, and sneaked into the morgue.

He used the internal power of the phantom spirit to isolate the stench, change the light, check the situation, and saw a row of large tables, and there were indeed five corpses on the table, of different heights, but the corpses were not corrupted. It turns out that ten thousand immortals practice to the third level of the realm, which can make the corpse incorruptible for a long time, and maggots are difficult to live.

Pan Xuan secretly shouted good luck, and checked the wounds of the five corpses, all of them were hit by sticks, and they were shocked to death by a huge force, and at this moment they couldn't see the man's moves.

Pan Xuan thought to himself: "The hexagram says that there is something in the corpse, so what is it?" first patted on the head of a man's corpse, and used the "Death Skill" passed on by Jiaqi back then, accompanied by the method of immortal indulgence, and immediately recovered a trace of the corpse's remnants, and the dark light in front of Pan Xuan swayed, and soon it was dark.

He saw that he was on a stone road in the middle of the town, lined with thorns and bushes, and that there were men in black lying beside him, who thought to be the same party of the yellow-toothed bottle.

He listened to himself and said, "Who are you thieves, who dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head?"

Suddenly, there was a person floating in the air, the man was less than six feet tall, hunched over, even more obscene, his junior sister said, "What person?" The short assassin pulled out a black stick, and with a bang, shattered the skull of Chang's senior sister and died.

He roared angrily, his anger surged, and he rushed straight over, unfolding his palm, which was extremely powerful, and the rest of his fellow disciples were also furious, each with his fists and feet, surrounding the assassin, and attacking like a marquee. In an instant, the wind and fist power were mixed together, the wind hunted, the surrounding trees and stones were damaged, and the walls and houses were damaged.

The short assassin suddenly stretched out eight arms, each holding a short stick, one block on the left and one turn on the right, his movements were extremely fast and strong, blocking everyone's attack. He was amazed in his heart and asked, "What kind of demon method are you?"

Suddenly, the short assassin swept his legs, threw the short stick in his hand, turned into a disc, and thudded a person. Pan Xuan's heart was shocked, and he secretly thought: "This is 'Carrying the Shadow', an authentic Ten Thousand Immortal move." ”

The man who had been struck shouted and fell to his knees as if in great pain, and saw a bruise on his wound, which spread rapidly, and soon spread throughout his body, and then subsided, and the man died.

Pan Xuan said in his heart: "This move is certainly unstoppable, but there is an extremely powerful evil method on the stick, which transmits poisonous gas into the human body, and even the body of ten thousand immortals can't resist it." ”

He felt that this man was scared, and when he made a move, he focused on self-preservation. After fighting for a hundred moves, the man's eight arms turned, and the bell rang a few times, and the moves of everyone were set apart, and then he stepped forward, stabbing his hands obliquely, and two more people were hit, and they also knelt on the ground and screamed bitterly, and they were tortured to death.

Pan Xuan pondered: "This is the 'Ten Layers of Heavenly Steps', one of the tricks of Master Yuyazi against the enemy, this person has changed slightly, and the use is extremely ingenious, if it is not for the ten thousand immortals martial arts immersion and prostitution for many years, this stunt will be made perfect, and it will never be able to change the enemy's moves, and the power will not be reduced." This person used to be a man of ten thousand immortals, why did he help such a bully?"

Now that all his companions were dead, leaving him alone, he panicked and tried to escape, but the assassin suddenly moved, and smashed a stick on the top of Pan's head, and Panxuan felt his head buzz, his soul was scattered, his hallucinations subsided, and he was back in the morgue.

After a trance, he thought: "This assassin's martial arts are not earth-shattering, but his skills are flexible, his moves are exquisite, and his heart is unwavering when he kills, like a puppet, and that eight-armed kung fu is even rarer." And he seems to have a very poisonous stick on his stick, and if he touches his body, he will definitely die, and he is indeed a very terrible opponent. If they meet this person, they will definitely die. ”

He was about to leave, and suddenly thought, "That assassin is in a hurry to kill these five ten thousand immortals, could it be that these five people have found something?" He searched around the yamen again, but did not find the clothes or luggage of these five people, or that they had been burned by the assassin.

He thought for a moment, pulled out the Yueming Treasure Knife, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Treasure Knife, I wronged you to disembowel my stomach for me and do this disgusting deed." Recalling the injuries of these five people, he lightly cut the wounds, and by the ghostly light, he saw that the wounds were pitted, as if they had been bitten through a large hole by something, and the hole was pitch black and withered, emitting a foul smell.

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and groped in the hole, when suddenly there was a loud noise, and he knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, and saw a dense black maggot coming out of the man's body. After five nights of contemplation, the palm of the palm was on fire, and it swept away, and the black maggot was so fierce that it even kept biting and devouring the flames.

Pan Xuan thought about the strategy, and slapped the Taiyi Phantom Spirit Palm with his left palm, which instantly fascinated the black maggot's mind, and in this short moment, the flames soared, burning the black maggot clean. Seeing that the flames would spread to the corpse, he coiled and then pointed out the lunar moon finger force, and the cold air spread and extinguished the flames.

He glanced at the black maggots all over the ground, and his heart was shocked: "That eight-armed rat stick is highly poisonous, and once it penetrates into the meridians, it will parasitize into this disgusting thing." Although this black maggot has no mind, it feeds on the true qi of the human body, and it is really tyrannical and abnormal. ”

He had reached into the corpse as if he had touched something, but now he had cleared the maggots, and he tried again, and after a few fumbles, he touched a hard object, and when he came out, it was an earth-colored ribbon. Pan Xuan thought to himself: "Why is this ribbon in this person's body? Ah, yes, he saw that the enemy was powerful, and when he was dying, he secretly swallowed this thing in his stomach. This.... What kind of treasure is this, and why can't all these poisonous maggots destroy it?"

His curiosity aroused, and his spirit suddenly perked, and he thought to himself: "Although that eight-armed rat is powerful, it may not be impossible to deal with." Although the two of them are annoying, they are willing to avenge their fellow doors, and they are not bad at doing this, so they have no choice but to help these two catch the thief and rat. ”

He washed the ribbon and slapped two palms on each corpse, one palm ecstasy, the other hand set fire, and the morgue suddenly the fire rose, the smoke filled the air, and the coiled body shook and walked away quickly.

He calculated the feng shui of the direction, and soon found a large group of warriors gathered together, about forty or fifty people. There are monks, Taoist priests, layman heroes, green forest heroes, everyone quietly walked in the forest, the leader was the poor fourth, Wan Xian and the two followed, everyone had blades on their waists and backs, and they looked fierce, but they were also a little afraid.

Pan Xuan quietly followed, about half an hour, only to see a circle of tall fences, behind the fence there is a courtyard, the courtyard is dark, there is no light.

All the heroes gathered together, and the poor four said to the monk: "Master Xiansheng, you have been here to do Dharma work, where are the eight leaders of the eight sticks and the eight-armed rat?"

The old monk held a "cross" wooden stake and said: "The old monk did not come here twice, but fortunately, his memory is not bad, and the eight leaders are divided into eight attics, one person and one room, and it will never be wrong." As for the eight-armed rat, I haven't seen it before. Then he took a stake and carved it on the ground, and the people could hear it.

Huang Ya Bottle trembled and said: "The eight-cut stick is powerful in the martial arts, just with our small characters, plus the two heroes of Wan Xian, I am afraid that we will not be able to help, if we miss, we will definitely die without a place to be buried." ”

Pan Xuan was puzzled: "If the eight sticks are really so good, why are they hidden in this town and not go to the big cities of Lian, You, Zhao, Hui, etc.? Why do they live in this dilapidated and unimposing house? The eight leaders are not well-known, and they may not be great characters." With only that eight-armed rat, even if he has three heads and eight arms, how can he have such a name for calling the wind and rain?" But after thinking about it, what I heard in my ears was all the words of the second-rate martial artists in this town, and the 'mighty martial arts' in their mouths may not really be able to dominate the rivers and lakes.

Seeing that everyone was cautious, their expressions were full of disdain, and the poor old man said: "Okay, everyone acts according to the plan, each masked himself, and does not make strange blades, even if they can't kill them all, they can't be suspicious of us." ”

Everyone looked at the two Wan Xian together, and knew in their hearts: these two people were so swaggering and entering without covering, the eight sticks naturally thought that others were Wan Xian's helpers, and this revenge must also be counted on Wan Xian's head. Anyway, Wan Xian is powerful, and he doesn't care about this.

After saying it clearly, everyone immediately took action, first hid strange weapons such as cross wood, queen bee nails, and thunder cones, and ran towards the fence with steel knives in their hands. This steel knife is the most common in the rivers and lakes, no one will not make, as the saying goes: 'ten halls and nine swords are idle, ten heads and eight knives are taken', above the temple, idle swords, in the rivers and lakes, take a knife to cut off the head, it can be seen that the steel knife is widely spread, and there are many swordsmen.

Pan Xuan flew up the tree, looked at the situation in the courtyard, only to see Zhu Yuan, Yu Bujia two people in the first place, others also climbed over the fence, shrunk under the wall, the poor old four even gestured, everyone broke the door in, in an instant a scream came from the house, and heard the bang, several people broke the window, ran into the compound.

Juju Yuan pulled out his long sword and stabbed at an enemy, the man used his fists and kicks, smashed it with a punch, Juju Yuan stepped forward, pressed down with his palm, slapped the man's vest, and with a click, shattered the man's bones. The man was very brave, roared angrily, hugged the legs of the convening Yuan, and the convening Yuan saw that the enemy was not bad, and immediately swept a sword, the sword was fired, it was the True Yang Divine Sword Kung Fu, the flames overflowed, and the head of the person was immediately removed.

Seeing this, Huang Yazhu was stunned, and suddenly cheered: "The stick boss is dead, the stick boss is dead!" When the poor old man and the others saw it, they all thought: "Ten thousand immortal kung fu, it is really wonderful!" (To be continued.) )