An inch is long and an inch is strong, and the doorway on the blade is indeed the case, the longer the weapon, the more difficult it is to use, but the power and move changes of the long weapon are endless. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info so when Xiao Qi saw the Jinling serial knife in Zhao Shuang's second hand for the first time, he was also a little puzzled, such a short weapon was too powerful, and it was not as good as Bartaiel's bare hands.

However, one inch is short and one inch is fast, the kung fu in the martial arts is only fast and not broken, the shorter the weapon, although there is no power and change, but it is to speed up, Yang Fei's short sword, Zhao Er's short knife is like this, once close, the two short knives come like a shower, Zhao Er will not give up this opportunity to fight with his life, and the two short knives immediately rushed over.

Mandarin duck fast knife is Zhao Er's famous knife in the rivers and lakes, one left and one right two short knives continue to kill at the fastest speed, the mandarin duck fast knife takes the word mandarin duck, because this set of knife techniques left and right chain, the two fast knives are inseparable, maybe the two fast knives are not powerful, or maybe there is no change in the moves, but Zhao Er's mandarin duck knife has only one fast word, one knife on the left and one knife on the right, there is no pause in it, overwhelmingly towards this monk named Xiaoqi.

At first, Xiao Qi was just a little embarrassed, and didn't feel that Zhao Er's knife technique was any threat, but after twenty moves, he felt that it was wrong, under the attack of these two fast knives, Xiao Qi had no room to use it at all, and the Qi Mei stick in his hand was only used for blocking, but the Qi Mei stick was five feet long, and when it could be deployed, it was a domineering weapon that swept one side, but now it was difficult to retreat, and Xiao Qi himself did not have Gildo's body and Bartel's iron fist, and now it was glued to Zhao Er's fast knife, and it was really difficult to withdraw.

"Senior brother, do you want to help?"

The rest of the monks saw that Xiao Qi was attacked by Zhao Er and had no room for backhand, and they were also worried in their hearts, and couldn't help but ask. But Bartheel is a person who pays attention to face, and this kind of thing will not be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Wait. ”

Bartair squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Er again, but he didn't expect that this Tang man's kung fu was very strange, he was able to make moves under the hands of the eighteen yellow cloth monks, and he also took the lead everywhere. Originally, Bartel thought that Xiao Qi should win very smoothly, but now he was forced to be in danger.

When Bartair hesitated, Zhao Er's fast knife did not hesitate, Zhao Er's body was sticking to Xiao Qi, and he used his elbow to drive the yellow monk's Qi Mei stick, the two fast knives cut back and forth, Zhao Er's fast knife was a close weapon, Xiao Qi did not dare to abandon his Qi Mei stick, and he didn't know how to deal with Zhao Er's fast knife with his bare hands, but now that the long stick was framed, it meant that Zhao Eryi could reach himself with his fast knife when he stretched out his hand, and the long stick did not play a role at all.

Xiao Qi had a clever move, and he jerked the Qi Mei stick, and one changed hands to hold the other end of the Qi Mei stick with both hands, although it became twisted, but the long stick was snatched back, but he didn't realize that without the long stick sandwiched between the two, Zhao Er's mandarin duck fast knife would have more room to be used.

Zhao Er's advantage lies in close-quarters kills and serial quick knives. At this time, a long stick was drawn, not only did it widen the distance between the two people, but also gave Zhao Er room to further kill.

The corners of Zhao Er's mouth rose slightly, but the double knife in his hand did not stop, aiming at Xiao Qi's two wrists and attacking directly, Xiao Qi had just pulled out the Qi Mei stick and was naturally unwilling to let go so easily, but Zhao Er's fast knife had already been killed, Xiao Qi gritted his teeth, and was ready to turn around and wave the Qi Mei stick to slash obliquely, but after all, his body was a step slower, and when his left foot was not yet stable, the fast knife in Zhao Er's right hand had already been killed, and a three-inch-long cut was torn on Xiao Qi's right elbow.

Xiao Qi felt a heart-rending pain, and more importantly, his right hand was injured, he couldn't hold the Qi Mei stick tightly, but the fast knife did not stop, Zhao Er saw that after the quick knife in his right hand was successful, he stepped forward with an arrow, and his left hand gave an elbow, which hit Xiao Qi's ribs, and then a series of fast knives attacked, without giving this young yellow monk a chance.

"You two go and help!"

Bartel's face became more and more ugly, but the eighteen yellow cloth monks were all trained by him personally, and they were his own force to be reckoned with, and any one of them was his absolute cronies.

After speaking, the two yellow cloth monks pulled out their long sticks one left and one right and ran in the direction of Zhao Er at a lightning speed, Zhao Er is a veteran of the rivers and lakes, how can he not pay attention to the movements around him, when the two yellow cloth monks set out, he already knew. Right now, Xiao Qi is no longer a threat, but there are two more yellow cloth monks, how can this be parried?!

And now it is the most powerful boss and second of the Yellow Cloth Monks, the same Qi Mei stick, the double stick out of one attack Zhao Er's upper three ways and one to capture the third road, Zhao second-hand Jinling serial knife has no power to parry, so he has to keep dodging, but the stick method of these two Huang Cloth monks is much better than Xiao Qi, as the so-called "fist is afraid of less strong, stick is afraid of old wolf" , Xiao Qi's stick method is domineering, and the power is even better, but the stick method of the two middle-aged yellow cloth monks in front of him is more rigid and soft, the stick method on the left is shaved and rolled up, and the next three ways of constantly attacking Zhao Er make Zhao Er annoying, and even the pace of the body is completely messed up, the middle level on the right is upright, and the Qi Mei stick sometimes rushes forward and sometimes draws circles, whether it is playing or Jian is very orderly, Zhao Er keeps waving the double knife in his hand to barely be able to parry.

But the good times don't last long, these two yellow cloth monks are not so easy to fool, Zhao Er can win Xiao Qi in front, on the one hand, Xiao Qi despises Zhao Er's serial fast knife, on the other hand, because of his lack of experience, there is nothing he can do after being close to Zhao Er's fast knife. Now these two yellow cloth monks came prepared, and the two long sticks attacked different lines, and they firmly locked Zhao Er's Jinling serial knife, and there was no possibility of getting close.

The yellow cloth monk on the left rolled the eyebrow stick, and finally swept to Zhao Er, who was in chaos, and the long stick hit the heel of Zhao Er's left foot one by one, Zhao Er reluctantly made a one-word horse, and happened to avoid the attack on the third road, and then immediately turned three heels backwards, just when Zhao Er thought he had avoided the killing move, the pace of the two monks also followed.

Zhao Er got up, he felt that his back was smashed, his head was not raised, he couldn't see anything, Zhao Er even felt that his eyes were full of gold stars, and he was immediately beaten in the chest again, Zhao Er's whole person flew out sideways, and a sharp pain in his chest hit, and Zhao Er barely stabbed himself on the ground with his short knife.

But these two yellow cloth monks are too powerful, and the two of them cooperate back and forth, and the two sticks are very good people can resist, Zhao Er does not complain if he loses, and even he loses convincingly. But he still wanted to stand up and stand up on his own, because he had his beloved wife Xin'er behind him, his eldest brother's daughter Faye Wong, his own righteous son Ma Ke'er, as well as Chen Qing'er and Sima Wuregrets, and he didn't want to lose himself.

Zhao Er's hands were tightly gripping his short knife, but the wound in his chest made his hands tremble.

"It's a tough guy, it's a pity that you are the enemy of our eighteen yellow cloth monks!"

Where is there any mercy in the rivers and lakes, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou. This yellow cloth monk called the boss did not mean to leave Zhao Er at all, not to mention that Zhao Er also injured their seventh brother just now, and the monks were very protective of their shortcomings, Bartaiel did not hesitate to use eighteen yellow cloth monks for the sake of his junior brother Gildo, and the boss could not spare Zhao Er's life for the injury of the seventh brother.

The monk took a step across, jumped high, and raised his eyebrow stick above his head, aiming at Zhao Er's head, and Zhao Er had to die if he went down with this stick.

But Zhao Er is now very difficult to even stand, with a stick in his heel, a stick in his back, and most importantly, a serious injury to his chest, and his breath is no longer smooth.

Seeing that Zhao Er was knocked to the ground, Bartel finally smiled, although it took the eldest and the second child to solve this Tang man, but the result Bartel was still satisfied. Soon, however, his smile was gone.

The boss Yue was full of thoughts in the air that this stick could completely solve Zhao Er, but when he rolled down, he felt that something was wrong, and he saw a black giant knife slashing out horizontally, and the Qi Mei stick smashed on it without moving at all, and even the boss himself was shocked back two steps. The boss who fell to the ground froze and examined the young man in front of him.

Isn't it Sima Wuregret's cattle chopping knife, I didn't expect that he had already stabilized his disordered internal breath in half an hour, and when he saw that Zhao Er was in trouble, he immediately rushed to the rescue with a cattle chopping knife, and blocked Huang Bu Monk's fatal stick in the mouth.

"Stinky boy, there is no nameless ghost under the yellow cloth monk's stick, report your name!"

Being shocked back by Sima Wu's big sword made the boss lose face, and he immediately became angry.

"Xuzhou Shuangjian Sect Cattle Cutting Knife Sima has no regrets!"

This name Sima Wuregret is already very accustomed to it, no matter where he goes, it is this that comes out first, of course, this name is very popular in Xuzhou in the Tang Dynasty, and it can also be passed unhindered in the northern martial arts, and even the various sects and factions in the southern martial arts have to give up three points of thin noodles when they hear it, but now it is in Tubo. Except for Chen Shunpei and Qiu Biao, everyone else is unknown in their eyes.

"Stinky boy, let you taste the poor monk's opening stick!"

The boss rounded the eyebrow stick, and the second child followed when he saw the situation.

The mountain stick is extremely powerful, the long stick seems to have the ability to open the mountain, this set of mountain sticks pays great attention to the door of life and death, if a stick goes down to the door of life to dodge, you can live, if you dodge to the door of death, you have to lose at least a layer of skin. And now that the two sticks are out together, and the doors of life and death overlap, how can there be any doors.

The two yellow cloth monks are full of confidence, how powerful this life and death gate array is, they naturally know in their hearts, how many heroes and heroes have died under their stick method, no matter how powerful you are, these two monks are full of confidence in this set of stick methods, two to one, although it is not very glorious, but they have not yet encountered an opponent.