The chaotic monk was really angry in his hand, and he grabbed the pony's bayonet sword. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this, the pony forcibly used force, intending to withdraw the soft sword, and there were also small edges and corners around the soft sword, and the hand of the monk who grabbed the stabbing sword was stabbed with blood.

The chaotic monk was really angry in his hand, and he didn't care about the sting in his hand, and burst into a loud shout, wanting to drag the pony and the sword together.

He grabbed his sword in one hand, gathered the power of his palm in the other, and when the pony lost his balance, he stepped forward with a heavy palm.

The monk's palm is strong, as if there is a tendency to overwhelm the mountains and seas, and the name of the move is also very imposing, "a thousand jun destroys the mountain".

The pony was unstable, but he was not arrogant or impatient, and directly let go of the soft sword in his hand, avoiding being attacked by the chaotic monk.

The monk didn't expect that this jade-faced boy would have such a decision, and he would directly abandon his weapon.

However, he also has a back move, starting on the spot again, throwing away the pony's soft sword, and attacking the pony again with both palms like a hammer.

The pony had no protective weapon in his hand, but he was not arrogant or impatient, and moved like the wind, and drew a bladeless blade from his waist, or more accurately, a weapon that was as soft as the previous sword before it, so that it could be wrapped around his waist.

The hilt of the weapon was held in the pony's hand, and the blade was invisible, or almost completely transparent, and the glint on the blade could only be seen when the sun was shining.

"What a weapon this is!" Monk Chaozheng couldn't help but be startled, his movements slowed down for a while, and the palm power of his hands was blocked by the pony with the blade of his sword.

The blade looks soft, but it is quite tough, and it skillfully dissolves the strong palm power of the chaotic monk.

"Jade Qilin Knife!" the corners of the pony's mouth rose and he said with a smile, "You are one of the few who can let me pull out this knife!"

Just as Pony and Monk Chaozheng were fighting and the fight was inseparable, Spitfire was a lot more bored.

Seeing him rushing over, he was originally going to sneak attack the chaotic monk, but he threw away the firewood knife in his hand and made a defensive gesture to deal with the flying fire.

Because Na Qiu Bozhong really didn't have any advanced kung fu, only a pair of arms were as solid as a rock, and the pace of his feet was extremely fast, and there was almost no room for Feihuo to take advantage of the loopholes.

Qiu Bozhong is just defending and not making any counterattacks, or this "Lang Zhong" really only knows some superficial kung fu, so he behaves like this, but these hands are so tough, and his feet are flat.

If it is really like what Qiu Bozhong said, just pouring some pills, then if the pills are used on a large scale, then the sect that uses this pill can also be called invincible.

Although Spitfire thought so, he had to deal with the matter of asking for a good man, and he had to complete it.

But this is a hard bone, although it is not the kung fu of the iron cloth shirt, it is also quite difficult to deal with.

Spitfire keeps moving, looking for a gap in the middle of the fight, but because he is a short weapon, unless the opponent takes the initiative to get close and then exposes his weakness, this must kill short soldier can work.

Weapons pay attention to an inch long and an inch strong, an inch short and an inch dangerous, this shortest dagger, the best use is to kill countless strong soldiers, otherwise it is to risk yourself.

Although there was no danger in the face of Qiu Bozhong, Feihuo regretted that he should have brought the broken steel sword with him at this time, at least it could have some effect.

Although Feihuo has the "Golden Strike" that can deal with weapons, and the "Autumn Water Break" that can deal with fists and feet, without the use of weapons, the Golden Strike is basically useless.

And the strange thing is that although the autumn water break did not cause much wound, it did not have a function.

"Boy, you better give up, my vajra arm is not so easy to break, no matter how strong the blade is, it can't touch my life, so what?" Qiu Bozhong sneered: "You two don't know whether you live or die, I'm afraid you haven't heard the name of the monk in the troubled world!"

"I don't know, I don't bother to know!" Spitfire leaped in steps, constantly spinning around Na Qiu Bo Zhong, looking for an opportunity.

Qiu Bozhong always followed Spitfire's steps, constantly turning around, and he saw Spitfire holding a short soldier, and he was a little relieved to deal with him.

Spitfire stepped forward again, first stabbing the false move, and halfway through the reverse dagger from the bottom to the top, trying to break through the defense of Qiu Bozhong from the lower abdomen.

But Qiu Bozhong's reaction was also beyond ordinary people, and his palms were put together, clamping the dagger blade of the flying fire.

Feihuo couldn't draw his knife, and the hands of the begging uncle were like pliers, and he clamped his "Red Lotus" blade.

This sharp blade is pinned in the hand, and the strength of the begging is also very large, not like a weak Langzhong.

The two of them were stuck for a moment, and the flying fire strength was not as good as Qiu Bozhong, although he gathered internal strength in his hand, but he was still half a point weaker than Qiu Bozhong's strength, and he saw that the sharp blade was about to be seized by Qiu Bozhong.

Feihuo suddenly saw the firewood knife beside Qiu Bozhong, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

He deliberately let go of his hand, and then a hidden dragon leap rolled behind Qiu Bozhong, picking up the firewood knife, what he wanted to try was the two swordsmanship that he realized in frustration on the day of Qingwen and Lu.

Using a firewood knife as a sword may not be as powerful as a broken steel sword, but it is a slightly longer weapon anyway, but I don't know if I can exert the power of that swordsmanship.

Feihuo quickly got up, straightened his posture, instantly recalled the scene of that day, and then recited the nameless poem in his mouth: "Born to be separated for a long time, the sword complains of sorrow!"

The knife was still tactful and elegant, like a confession, and like a wanderer, the knife walked the dragon and snake, waved the firewood knife in his hand left and right, and finally stabbed the air with a decisive sword, straight to the arm of the begging uncle.

Qiu Bozhong didn't expect that Feihuo would actually throw away the short soldier in his hand and instead pick up the useless firewood knife, but Feihuo's speed was too fast, and he had already put on a posture to attack.

Almost at the same time as he threw away the red lotus and turned to block the fast attack of the flying fire, the flying fire had already attacked in front of him, and the winding knife technique was even a little difficult to distinguish the position of the attack, and then the blade suddenly straightened, and a thunderous blow slashed at him.

Originally, the forearms of both hands were as strong as a rock, but the upper arms were not as strong as the forearms, and Feihuo's cold knife was aimed at Qiu Bozhong's elbow.

Although Qiu Bozhong had the intention to block with his forearm, it was too late, he had never seen such a sword technique, or that it was originally an evolution of the sword technique, with a deep sigh, but the blow was so decisive.

Feihuo's hand rose and fell, and one of the arms of Qiu Bozhong was cut off alive.

And what is strange is that the blood flowing in the arm is not red blood, but green liquid, and those hands are no longer human hands, no wonder Qiushui can't play a half role in these hands.

And although Qiu Bozhong's expression was a little painful, it was not the expression of severe pain when his hands and feet were cut off, he was in pain for a while, and laughed:

"Boy, you've seen things you shouldn't see, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out!" (To be continued.) )