"The old bald donkey has come to his life—"

The warrior monk who was in the way was caught off guard, and was broken by the figure that came very quickly, and was hit by something, and directly turned a heel in mid-air and smashed it on the ground, and then the figure continued to run wildly, jumping up for a moment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The dress like a red lotus is spinning and blooming like a shuttle, and the delicate palm is like an awl pushing over.

The old monk did not move, the moment he saw the figure collide, his arms were raised and waved at the same time, such as the pine withered hand and the other party's tender white palm as soon as it touched, and then, there was a thunderbolt-like crazy fight in the rain curtain, the water splashed on the two of them, and they were splashed up by the terrifying waves of air almost without stopping, and the shaking figures of the two people were intertwined in the fierce burning firelight, and they blurred everyone's eyeballs.

Woo Woo Woo –

One side of the footsteps are calm and steady, the other side is light and fast to move and turn, the two of them fought dozens of times in an instant, almost all of them were taken and resolved, and then only listened to a sound, the staggered figures of the two struck a palm, separated backwards, the old monk of Zhitong stepped on the stagnant water and staggered back, just received a palm, the other party's feminine strength suddenly became fierce and domineering, and it was difficult to bear under the exhaustion of offset.

The corners of the vial's lips curled, the toes were abruptly raised, and the long sleeves were thrown out of the internal force that poured the extreme yin to yang, and the old monk endured the sharp pain in his chest, and the faded and worn sleeves of his robe waved and smashed-

Boom!!

The long sleeves and robe sleeves suddenly turned into pieces, like butterflies flying in the air, falling with the raindrops.

The figure jumping in the air was a little unstable by the impact of the force, and the moment it fell, the body turned over and nodded on tiptoe, standing firm. The emaciated figure over there also took a few steps back, and the white beard was stained with blood.

"Old bald donkey, you're dead!"

Wearing red embroidered shoes, a smile appeared on her peachy lips, and in the chaotic scene of fighting and arson, her figure was like a blooming red flower, which was eye-catching.

A Shaolin warrior monk suddenly saw this scene, and then looked at the old monk who was a little depressed over there, and he waved his ring knife at the woman and rushed over.

"Don't come here...."Zhitong shouted.

The knife slashed.

Xiao Bottle's face was sideways, her eyes glanced at it, her arm was extended, her fingers directly cut off the opponent's knife, and the fragments flew, the person's forehead was sunken in, the entire skull was turned up, the corpse fell, she withdrew her hand and continued to approach Zhitong, which was another palm.

"Live... Hands!"

Out of the palm, a voice sounded, like an explosion in her ears, and hurriedly closed the momentum in the move, and between the half breath of the turn, the rapidly coming figure was already a few steps closer, and the vial hurriedly retreated, and a pair of claws grabbed there.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the vial directly clenched his fist and smashed it into the heart of the opponent's hand, turned over and jumped backwards, and his body fell on the head of the King Kong statue on both sides of the stone steps of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

When she stood still, on the back of her hand that had just punched, a few blood marks were scratched, and the fine blood beads faintly revealed the delicate skin, and the blood was red. And over there, the one who suddenly fought with her was a burly monk in a monk's robe, his body shape was similar to Deng Yuanjue's, they were all taller ones, the other party's hands were wide and powerful, and the knuckles were particularly thick, which should be a martial art such as Shaolin finger skills.

"Senior brother.... How are you injured, how can you make a girl almost kill you, let me kill her. The monk who came over said a sentence with a trembling beard, and looked at the woman on the King Kong statue with a fierce gaze.

"Wisdom returns... Beware of the woman's strange inner strength. ”

The old monk sat on the ground in the rain and replied, as if he was doing exercises to heal his wounds. The great monk with the Dharma name Zhigui opened his five fingers, mumbled in his nose, kicked his feet, and rushed forward, and a pair of thick claws grabbed the woman on the King Kong statue.

On the statue, the figure rolled and swooped down, kicking out for a moment.

Boom –

Stone chips burst open and splashed everywhere.

The opponent's fingers stretched out like electricity, cutting several deep marks on the stone statue like a plow, and the soles of the feet kicked out of the red skirt also fell on the opponent's shoulders at this time.

The monk's robe cracked open and bruises appeared.

The big monk seemed to have thick skin and thick flesh, but he just shook his body and did not suffer substantial damage, and after landing on the ground, the small bottle frowned, obviously a little surprised.

At this time, there are already several courtyards around the fire, but it rains lightly tonight, the fire that has just been ignited has been stopped, and many monks are not afraid of swords to run to extinguish, and now the idea of burning Shaolin is impossible. Moreover, the masters in the other temple's temple began to gradually come over for reinforcements, and there was only one person on his side, so he couldn't stop it.

Immediately, she had the intention of retreating.

"Deng Yuanjue, gather the sect members, fight and go!"

I made up my mind, and with a shake of my hand, several steel needles shot at the old monk who was meditating and healing. Turning around, he wanted to go towards the Heavenly King Hall that came from behind.

"Do you want to leave? you think Shaolin Temple is your vegetable garden—"

The vulgar monk shouted angrily, and at the same time as he ran out, the old monk over there also waved the embroidery needle that attacked, and the bare arm suddenly grabbed the vial that was about to leave.

"Stay—"

"Dream!!"

Two abruptly different voices sounded, at this time the other party's hand had already come, the vial frowned, the red sleeve waved back and shook it, and suddenly, the two of them fought again, and the figure that stepped out was fixed, and a claw came from the side, directly grasping the red sleeve that was waved.

Sizzle.

The piece of cloth was grabbed and torn off, and at the moment when the vial lost his mind, the old monk of Zhitong raised his arm and waved the sleeve of his other robe and smashed it, and there was a sound in the air, and a figure flew out high, rolling on the ground a few times before stopping.

The figure squatted up in pain, clutching his chest, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and wafting in the rain.

"The demon girl will be tied up and ......" After making a slap in the sleeve of the robe to subdue the demons, Zhitong looked at the woman rolling into the rain a little weakly, and said.

On the other side, the Zhigui monk who was walking over said fiercely: "Just kill her!"

"Huh!"

Over there, the woman who got up sneered, her slightly arched body, suddenly clicked a few times on her body, trembled, gritted her teeth hideously, and roared: ".... Look at who kills whom, the sanctimonious people. ”

"Donor of the East, it is not easy for us monks to kill. Zhitong clasped his hands together: "But you burned down the Shaolin Hall and took the body of Patriarch Bodhidharma, there must be an explanation for this matter." ”

"Stupid as hell...."

When the old monk spoke, the woman was also responding, looking at the two people who were outflanked left and right, and said coldly, her hands combined into palms, "If this seat takes the body of Bodhidharma, what are you going to do here?"

"Huh?" Zhitong frowned.

When he was about to open his mouth, in the next second, in the direction of the Heavenly King Palace, a group of monks rushed over, and the person at the head was the first wisdom of the Dharma Academy, sealing the back road of the vial, and the voice also came: "Senior brother, don't listen to this demon girl's lies, she came over to make a sound, so that the demon sect demon in another place can escape." ”

Zhitong's eyes sank, "In this way, the Eastern Sect Master, the poor monk has been offended." ”

In the crowd that came over, Li Wenwen also hugged his fist at the woman who was surrounded by the field: "I met the bottle girl again......"

One after another, the monks came together, Deng Yuanjue was also entangled by a Shaolin monk, and he was in danger, and he also had a few scars, and he fought and retreated to this side.

At this moment, another loud shout came from outside: "The wisdom of the Dharma Academy, the wisdom of the Prajna Academy, the wisdom of the Discipline Academy, and the wisdom of the Arhat Academy, what do you want to do-"

"Now the six doors take over!!" the horseshoe rushed up the stone steps, and the figure flipped down, heading this way.