The stick formation of the monks is not arranged randomly, but their own authentic exercises, this formation has a great advantage in the face of the enemy, and can firmly control the situation of the martial arts in their own hands, although Yang Fei and Li Fengchen are unmatched by fighting alone, but in the face of these ten monks, they dare not be careless, Zhao Er's reminder is still useful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At first, the monks on horseback seemed to be a whole, but they couldn't start a stick formation, and they couldn't take care of each other, which gave Yang Fei and Li Fengchen a chance to quickly control the enemy, and now the Huang Bu monks have opened the fight, and the ten people were quickly divided into a group of five people, surrounding Yang Fei and Li Fengchen. Even Zhao Er, who was on the side, didn't dare to slack off, and took out his Jinling serial knife early to guard the side.

Looking at the posture of the monk, the two short swords in Yang Fei's hands immediately danced, but the five Qi Mei sticks did not give Yang Fei room to show at all, and before he reached the close distance, he was forced to retreat by the long sticks on the left and right. Immediately, the long sticks in front of the back and left and right attacked regularly, and Yang Fei blocked left and right, and finally found a trace of vitality in the cracks. On the other side, Li Fengchen's situation was slightly better, the swimming water sword spread its wings like a giant eagle in Li Fengchen's hands, even a long weapon such as Qi Mei Stick could not take any advantage, and the five yellow cloth monks had no way to take Li Fengchen in a short time, and they were actually crushed by him alone, but they couldn't break free from this life-and-death lock for a while.

Zhao Er clenched the double knives in his hand, subconsciously looked at Faye Wong and Aunt Zhao, everyone quickly understood, and each took a weapon to help, since the other party discharged the stick formation, then we are not welcome, Zhao Er thought in his heart, it is best to be able to fight quickly, after all, they still have an opponent in Tibet, just a Bartel has made them have a lot of trouble, not to mention that now Sima Wuregret is life or death, it is unknown.

Compared with Li Fengchen's ease, Yang Fei couldn't support it here, although his body was extremely fast, but the skills of the five yellow cloth monks were not below him, five people, five pairs of eyes, and five eyebrow sticks, if it weren't for the help of divine power, it would be so easy for people to break through.

"Yang Shaoxia, we're here to help you. ”

At the time of crisis, Zhao Er, Aunt Zhao and Faye Wong rushed over and joined the battle situation on Yang Fei's side. Although this life and death lock array is powerful, the disadvantage is that it can only lock one person, once there are more people, it is inevitable that they can't take care of each other, so the five yellow cloth monks did not dare to continue like this, and divided three people to deal with Zhao Er and the others, and the remaining two people immediately formed a life and death gate array to continue to fight against Yang Fei's one-handed fast sword.

There were three people missing, Yang Fei was immediately relieved from a feeling of suffocation, a mere life and death gate array could not trap the high feet of Master Longkong at all, Yang Fei flashed left and right, his body was extremely fast, the formation of the two monks could not be formed at all, so he had to defend each other's left and right, but Qi Mei Stick was good at attacking and defending, especially Yang Fei's body method was the same as shooting extremely fast, and relying on the two swords in his hands, the two yellow cloth monks who were also killed for a while were at a loss.

For a while, more than ten people were fighting by the river, and the originally hired coachman couldn't help but feel numb when he looked at it, but Sun Simiao behind him looked like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, he gently pressed Chen Qing'er's wrist, even in this melee situation, he still did not forget his work as a doctor.

Soon he pricked Chen Qing'er's body with a few stitches, but he was not very satisfied. Then he put needles in several places in his hands and feet, not taking the battle situation of Yang Fei and the others into account at all.

Originally, Fan Seng planned to win more and less, and chased after Zhao Er and others, but he didn't know that Tubo killed two powerful characters halfway, and was caught off guard by Yang Fei and Li Fengchen without checking on horseback, but now he has formed a formation but is disturbed by Zhao Er, Aunt Zhao and Faye Wong.

Although the kung fu of the three people is not very powerful, but the three yellow cloth monks can't find a place to break the enemy for a while, especially in the face of Zhao Er and Aunt Zhao's mandarin duck knife, it turns out that Zhao Er and Aunt Zhao are brothers and sisters, and the fast knives of the two are almost the same.

Ten steps and a sword, seeing blood to seal the throat, Yang Fei's sword mage inherited the most powerful assassin in the Warring States Period, Jing Ke. Of course, this is mostly a legend, but Yang Fei's swordsmanship is indeed very similar to that of an assassin, with a ghostly body and a sharp sword move, no matter which one is a good means of assassination. At this time, Yang Fei leaned over, sprinting, the short swords of both hands were sharpened back and forth, the two yellow cloth monks had never seen this kind of kung fu, although the two of them worked together to fight the enemy, but the strength of the two of them was not faster than Yang Fei's two short swords, thirty moves away, the left and right hands of the two of them each hit a sword, Yang Fei went up and made up for two feet, and easily solved the two yellow cloth monks, and when he turned around, he saw that Li Fengchen was still in a hard fight, but he was determined.

"With Brother Li's kung fu, even if you can't win with one enemy and five, you should be okay for a while. ”

Yang Fei thought in his heart, so he immediately took the sword and went to relieve Faye Wong first.

One or two yellow cloth monks were not afraid of Yang Fei's fast sword at all, and within twenty moves, the yellow cloth monks who had been fighting with Zhao Er and his wife and Faye Wong were all thrown to the ground, but fortunately, Yang Fei did not kill them, most of them were stabbed so that they had no room to fight back.

Just as Yang Fei was about to return to Li Fengchen's aid, two horsemen rushed over, none other than Bataier, the national teacher of Tubo. Yang Fei looked at it and frowned, this person was able to rely on a pair of iron fists in the Poison Dragon Villa in Hundred Cold City to beat Sima Wuregret without the power to parry, even if Li Fengchen assisted on the side, he could only barely respond to the enemy, Yang Fei knew that he was by no means the opponent of this person, but at this time he had no second choice.

Chen Qing'er is already in the process of treatment, even if Sun Simiao rejuvenates his skill, it is impossible for Chen Qing'er to immediately recover his strength and fight side by side with him, now he can only rely on himself to entangle Bartair first, and then Zhao Er and others will assist Li Fengchen to get out of trouble, and when the time comes, Yang Fei and Li Fengchen will combine the strength of the two to deal with Bartel together.

Yang Fei quietly told Zhao Er about his plan, and then carried his dual swords to deal with Bartel. Although it is a bit arrogant to do so, it is not lacking in manliness.

As soon as Bartair saw that it was the swordsman who had seriously injured his junior brother Gildo, he was furious, and he didn't explain anything, and immediately rushed to fight Yang Fei.

In fact, this way Bartheel was not aggrieved, he thought that according to Hu Cha'er's strategy, he could successfully set up an ambush in the Poison Dragon Villa, and after the two brothers Kuer and Buku outside the village succeeded, they immediately ambushed a person in the village, but they didn't know where to show their feet and let Yang Fei and others strike first, not only escaped from the ascension but also seriously injured their junior brothers and many guards, under this anger, Bartair recalled the eighteen yellow cloth monks from Wusi, and wanted to win in the field by relying on the stick array and his iron fist, but was defeated by Sima Wuregret's sudden knife killing, if it weren't for the last inconspicuous old man's mercy, Bartel would have been in a different place, and now he saw Yang Fei again。

As the so-called enemies are very red when they meet, Bartair's anger comes up at this time, and there is no possibility of dialogue at all, facing Yang Fei is a burst of punches and kicks, Bartel's iron fist is extremely fast, this has been seen as early as Yang Fei in the Poison Dragon Villa, so Yang Fei's body is not bad, and Bartel's iron fist did not touch Yang Fei within twenty moves.

Although Bartair was a little annoyed and angry, it was not enough to make him lose his mind directly, he knew that Yang Fei's footwork was extremely fast, and if it weren't for his junior brother, he wouldn't be seriously injured.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, Bartel's hands changed from fists to tiger claws, this sudden change made Yang Fei feel shocked, if this divine fist is invincible only by fists, then Yang Fei can at least be sure that he can stalemate even if he can't win, but suddenly Bartel's kung fu has changed.

The tiger claw is different from the ordinary double fist, and for a while, Bartel's moves changed, and the two pairs of tiger claws went straight to Yang Fei's throat, really like a fierce tiger, Yang Fei's face stiffened, this Bartel's tiger claw and Datang's eagle claw, the mantis skill is very different, just like his iron fist, it is very fierce. Even when Yang Fei held his twin swords, Bartel was not afraid at all.

What made Yang Fei even more frightened was that his pair of swords really couldn't withstand Bartel's hands.

"I really don't know what this man's hands are made of. ”

Yang Fei secretly thought in his heart, when he came out of the Poison Dragon Villa, Li Fengchen also said that Bartaiel could catch his two swords of swimming water and dragon with his bare hands, but Yang Fei didn't believe it at that time. The swimming dragon is a sword that sharpens iron like clay, even if it is an ordinary weapon, it can be broken in two or three rounds, but Bartair's hands cannot.

Even every time he had a hard encounter with Bartel, Yang Fei could feel the pain of his tiger's mouth, this kind of person was really incredible, Yang Fei was really curious, what was the way to practice his hands to such an extent.

It's just curiosity is curiosity, the current crisis is still difficult to solve, after Bartaiel switched to the tiger's claw, his body style has also changed, no longer like when he punched before, he has been as steady as Mount Tai, and now he is like a tiger, like an old tree rooting and unable to move at all, and when he moves, he is like a tiger pounced, revealing a pair of terrible fangs.

With this kind of kung fu and a pair of hands that can compare sharp weapons to sharp weapons, Yang Fei couldn't think of any way for a while. As a master of the rivers and lakes, Yang Fei knows a lot of moves, and he is familiar with all kinds of weapons in the world, but like Bartel, Yang Fei has never seen it, let alone heard of it.

The first time he heard that the Divine Fist was invincible, Yang Fei thought that Bartair was wearing iron fist gloves, or that he had a unique blade clasped on his fingertips, but he really didn't expect that Bartel's iron fist was his hands, and now these hands maintain the power of iron fists no matter what form they become.

Yang Fei frowned as he dodged.

Doesn't he have weaknesses?