Boom!

Mingde came out with a stick, and a heart-palpitating sound sounded again in all directions. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The thousands of shadows made by the Demon Trace Silence were helped by this, and the momentum was even more dense like a shower.

This trick can only be hidden, not resisted!

Jian Chen's eyes were full of light, and he made a decision in just a moment.

As the head of the thirteen stick monks, Mingde's skill is so high that he is definitely not under the warrior monk who shot out in anger just now.

Then, the result of the thirteen sticks of hard resistance just now was to vomit blood and retreat.

Although the injury is not serious, it is always a breakthrough, if these thirteen people, each of them comes up and knocks a stick, then the accumulated injuries are not light, so, how can the seriously injured body rush out of Shaomu Mountain?

And at this moment, it is Mingde, who has stronger skills, and I am afraid that if he resists hard, he will not be able to pass the test with only a mouthful of blood.

Thousands of stick shadows had almost blocked all the gaps in front of him, and if he didn't want to resist, he had no choice but to retreat.

Perhaps, the breakthrough of the Dharma Arhat Formation is to retreat?

His eyes flickered, his feet kicked violently, and his body retreated violently, and the thousand blades in his hands were pointing at the other twelve warrior monks who were using iron rods and pestles.

Since you are good at combos, then ...... When one person attacks, can the others still move?

Qianfeng silver gun, show your face again!

With the blessing of the Chaotic Internal Force, the silver spear that had already reached an attack distance of one zhang appeared at this moment, and it was almost stabbed at the feet of one of the warrior monks.

If one person can be successfully restrained, the stick formation composed of thirteen people will inevitably be exposed, so that they can break out of the formation.

"Humph!"

At this moment, Jian Chen only heard Mingde snort heavily behind him, and sneered: "Thief, do you think my Shaolin formation is so coarse and shallow?"

When the words fell, Jian Chen didn't know what to do, so he just kept his subordinates.

But when he saw his attack, the warrior monk who couldn't stand was like a lion suddenly waking up, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Fight!"

Boom!

There was another tremor in the flat ground, and the sound of eleven other people stomping on the ground with sticks was heard from all directions again.

Jian Chen was startled, the momentum of dodging and counterattacking suddenly flanked back and forth, and the demon trail of Mingde behind him was already approaching, how could he dare to confront the other party even for a half at this moment.

The figure turned, shook the angry stick on the head, and slid to the other side.

If the silver spear is not collected, another person will be stabbed.

"Hit!"

Unexpectedly, another angry shout was followed by a great tremor, and the warrior monks within his attack range also slashed at the head with the same stick.

Jian Chen suddenly had a headache, and if he continued to fight like this, he would be exhausted to death, and he would not want to stab anyone.

In a trance, Mingde's thousands of stick shadows were already extremely large.

It is also impossible to hide.

Gritting his teeth, Jian Chen turned around violently, but saw that the shadow of the stick was heavy, like the scorching sun in the sky, and the Shaolin martial arts to the most incisive and vigorous way.

In that case, let's fight!

As soon as he crossed his heart, the silver spear was collected, and Qianfeng was divided again, and the black and white yin and yang broken sticks were already holding each other.

Bell bell - !

When his wrist flew, he gave up the offensive and went all out to play on the defensive.

The two-color short stick is like a butterfly wearing flowers, and each time the stick is waved, there is one less shadow of the tens of millions of sticks that Mingde has raised.

Different from the fierceness of Shaolin martial arts, the Yin and Yang Breaking Stick walks all the way of fast fighting, and he is not entangled with Mingde's iron rod at all, and every blow is thrown out with a touch and go, and he is never greedy for merit.

In this way, when the weapons collided, Mingde's internal force was certainly dissolved by Jian Chen, and it was impossible to transmit the internal force from the rest of the brothers and sisters one after another, but the external internal force that was dissolved by the chaotic internal force could not rebound and bombard Mingde in this extremely short period of time.

The two of them fought lively, but no one could help anyone, and they fought equally.

Despite this, Jian Chen secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good.

It's okay to say if he fights alone, but now, with one to thirteen, he will be able to withstand one of them, and the other twelve, how to deal with it?

The subordinates didn't dare to slack off for half a minute, but they were already planning a way back in their hearts.

The other twelve warrior monks are not stupid, and now seeing that they can't help their senior brother break the enemy with their strength, they immediately have a move.

The three people behind Jian Chen suddenly opened their eyes angrily, and immediately cut off the connection with Mingde, and the three people, three fine iron rods, shouted violently, and smashed down on him with all their might.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the wind behind him, he knew that what he was most worried about had happened, although Jian Chen was not shocked, at the moment, his hands were divided, and the yang stick was taken back to defend it, and he still tried to block Mingde, but the yin stick turned into an attack, and his wrist passed under the ribs strangely.

The one of the Yin and Yang Broken Stick Yin Stick is the black Qianfeng, and at this moment, the end of the stick is shining silver!

Exhaust in all directions!

A thousand blades and a stick, divided into two styles, and the broken stick was against Mingde, and the eight dragon silver darts actually exploded into a rage, and the eight evil dragons popped out, and then twisted into a ball, and in an instant, they were merged from eight strands into one share.

The eight thin silver dragon darts immediately grew several times stronger, just like the Nine Nights Cloud Dragon, and when the dragon roared in the air, it had already crossed its knees.

Facing the three sticks behind him, the eight dragon silver darts seemed to come to life as if they really had eyes, the dragon body was only around, entangled and up, and the three fine iron rods were enveloped by the much thicker dragon body, and then rushed forward suddenly, the dragon body was tight, and the three sticks were firmly locked in one place.

"Roar!"

Jian Chen's face suddenly turned red, and he rushed out with a loud roar, and all the chaotic internal forces in the dantian were urged by him without reservation.

Holding the end of the Eight Dragons Silver Dart suddenly pulled back, and his body stabbed obliquely and rushed half a step.

The three warrior monks who were sneaking up behind suddenly felt a strong force coming, and immediately their steps were unsteady, and they couldn't help but clench their eyebrows and pounce on them.

This can be described as killing two birds with one stone, and the three of them were pointed by the iron rod ends entangled with eight dragons and silver darts, but it was Mingde who had dissipated more than half of the thousands of stick shadows.

When Mingde saw it, he was immediately shocked, he was not afraid of the iron rod of the three, but he was afraid that he would not be able to recover the momentum and accidentally injure his fellow disciples.

At the moment, he secretly snorted, stomped his feet on the ground alternately, and forcibly stopped the body that had been pressing forward, and as soon as the demon trace extinction move was retracted, the stick shadow dissipated, revealing the same eyebrow-level fine iron rod.

Don't dare to slack off, Qi Mei stick lightly, but it is a procrastination.

A gentle force wrapped around the three tangled iron rods, and with a push to the side, the momentum of the three warrior monks rushing forward suddenly disappeared.

Mingde didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a slight numbness in his left rib, and a chill came to his bones.

In a panic, it was too late for the horizontal stick to block, and his left arm sank suddenly.

Poof!

The arm was immediately in severe pain, and he couldn't use half of his strength.

The corner of his eye swept over, but he saw a silver-white short stick, which was piercing the joint of his left arm.

The blow was so accurate that it stabbed right into the joints on the side of his ribs, dislocating his joints.

Mingde's weapon was a Qi Mei stick, and the power of one-handed and two-handed was very different, and this blow caused his combat power to plummet by half.

"Master Mingde, you can rest!"