The purpose of forcing back the Franciscan monk has been achieved, the iron Zen staff in Wu Zheng's hand suddenly stood upright, and at the same time the right foot stepped forward, the body squatted, the left foot stopped behind the base of the right foot from the back and the right small arc, bent the knee and sat down, the center of gravity moved back, and the body leaned back.

The Zen staff in his hand backhanded backhand, and went straight to the old man called Hanako, who attacked behind him. Lift your right foot and kick it forward with the center of your foot. The target was to hold the dust in his hand, and his upper body leaned forward, intending to attack Wu Zheng's knee in front of the Wuyue Dao protrusion on the upper navel point of Wu Zheng's chest.

You don't have to look back to know that the Zen staff that is shot behind you can't hurt the old Hanako, hearing the footsteps coming from behind him, Wu Zheng's right hand is sent forward hard, the five fingers are weak, and the handle of the Zen cane slides across the palm, like an arrow off the string, and goes straight to the abdomen of Wuyue Dao who is about to dodge sideways and is about to kick Wu Zheng's right foot on his knee.

Because of the infused True Qi in the body, the disease of castration of the Zen staff was something that Wuyue Dao Chang did not expect. I had to tuck my abdomen and chest, my hips were pouted back high, and my right hand brushed the dust back and swung back, wanting to use the dust silk to wrap up to the handle of the Zen staff in front of me.

Seeing that Wuyue Dao Chang's dust was no longer a threat to him, Wu Zheng's five fingers of his right hand suddenly tightened, just grabbing the middle of the handle that only slid along the palm of his hand. At the same time, the kicked out right foot quickly retreated behind the left foot, kicked the ground with the heel of the left foot, and rushed towards the old Hanako behind him horizontally.

Of course, Wu Zheng would not use his head as a weapon. Holding the right hand in the middle of the handle of the Zen staff, he took advantage of the momentum of his body to rush back, bent his elbows and twisted his shoulders, and accelerated to push out behind him. The crescent-shaped blade at the front end of the iron Zen staff, which weighed more than forty pounds, only made a slight popping sound like cutting tofu, and cut off the right arm that the old man called Hanako was in a hurry and had to try to protect his chest.

With a snap, as it was neatly cut off, Hanako's right forearm fell to the floor. A terrible scream suddenly burst out.

"Ah——!h

A monk and a beggar, no one thought that under the siege of the three of them, Wu Zheng, who was only eighteen years old, would still have the strength to hurt people.

"Amitabha——, ah!"

The Buddha name in the mouth of the monk has not yet been announced, and his Zen staff has already come to his chest. It was Wu Zheng who did not stop at all after he succeeded with the old name Huazi. The right hand turned his wrist, his right forearm was slashed horizontally, and the crescent-shaped blade of the Zen staff with the blood on the body of the old man Hanako had cut horizontally into the belly of the monk.

Even though Monk Francis' stomach was quickly closed, he was still cut a long hole in it by his own Zen staff. Suddenly, blood splattered, the abdomen broke and the intestines flowed, and even the filth in the intestines flowed out.

Undoubtedly, Wu Zheng's series of actions, with a Zen staff in his hand instead of a sword, used the Lingxiao Nine Style Fifth Sword Punching Style. Naturally, the footwork is Lingyun footwork.

Seeing that Yin Wu Zheng, a young man who had already been injured in front of him, actually injured two people in a row in the blink of an eye, Wuyue Dao Chang, who had been in the rivers and lakes for twenty or thirty years, was naturally surprised, but he did not panic at all. Of course, Wuyue Daochang, who is old in the rivers and lakes, can see that Wu Zheng, who is still leaning back at this time, is at a time when the old power is exhausted and the new power is not continued, how can such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity be missed?

So he took a step forward again, dusting the trick of the judge's pen in his hand. The center of gravity of Wu Zheng is three inches below the patella of the knee of the right leg, and the Zusanli acupoint at the finger of the outer edge of the tibia.

If you let Wuyue Dao succeed. Wu Zheng's entire right leg must be scrapped, and at the same time, his body will no longer be able to maintain balance, and he will have to lie on his back on the ground. At that time, he can only let the Wuyue Dao Elder do it.

However, judging from Wu Zheng's next actions, it seems that he did not find the intention of Daoist Wuyue. Instead, the Zen staff that cut through the abdomen of the Franciscan monk continued to use the palm as the fulcrum. Rotate with the trend. It wasn't until he became again that when the crescent-shaped blade was facing Wuyue Dao Chang in front, Wu Zheng suddenly let go.

Wu Zheng, who let go of his right hand holding the iron Zen staff, seemed to be disgusted that the internal organs of the Franciscan monk on the floor were too dirty, and the left foot, which was originally placed behind the right foot, kicked the ground sideways again. The body rotated rapidly half a circle from right to left, turning into a Franciscan monk who fell to the ground with his back to the ground, and still had a trace of breath in his mouth.

Almost at the same time, Wu Zheng's left and right feet had changed positions, and the center of gravity of his body also fell on his left foot at the right time. Instantly free right foot, suddenly bent his knees, his heels hooked upward, and it seemed to be a very coincidental escape, Wuyue Dao Chang used it as a judge's pen, and wanted to dust his hand on the foot of Sanli acupoint.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable ——!"

At this time, Daoist Wuyue already knew that it was not good. Because the iron Zen staff that Wu Zheng deliberately took off just fell, and it fell on the heel of Wu Zheng's right foot that was hooked upward.

Although Daoist Wuyue's reaction was fast enough, it was still half a beat slower.

I saw Wu Zheng gently pick it with the heel of his right foot, and the iron Zen staff flew up again, and at the same time, Wu Zheng's body suddenly flipped from right to left, and the outstretched right hand was impartial, and pushed the tail of the Zen staff that was provoked by the right heel.

Wuyue Dao Chang, who had already stood on the fifth floor window of the Linglong Pagoda and was about to jump down, his left foot was cut off from his ankle, and the inside of his right foot and ankle was also cut with a bloody hole that could be seen deep into the bones.

"Ah——!h

Listening to the popping sound coming from outside the tower, Wu Zheng couldn't think of a reason why Daoist Wuyue could survive.

The old man named Hanako, who was originally cut off from his right forearm, did not withdraw immediately after stopping the bleeding at the acupoint, but wanted to wait for Daoist Wuyue and Wu Zheng to help at a critical moment. It wasn't until the moment that Wuyue Daochang jumped up to the window that he finally understood that there was no more chance, so he took the first step and always told Hanako to escape through the window.

Wu Zheng could only watch the figure of the old man Huazi disappear outside the tower, but he was powerless to catch up at all.

There is even some happiness in my heart, if Hanako does not escape, but desperately attacks herself, then it can only be yourself who desperately escapes.

Glancing at the Franciscan monk who had fallen on the blue brick floor and had long since lost his voice, Wu Zheng bent down to pick up the Zen staff on the ground, which was stained with blood and the filth of the Franciscan monk's internal organs, wiped it with the robe on his body, held the back of the Zen handle, held the crescent-shaped front end, and did not dare to stop for a moment, and walked down the stairs in the tower step by step.

I never forgot the gloomy sound coming from the sixth floor when I just came to the fifth floor of the tower.

No matter who it is, if a hostile new force suddenly appears at this time, Wu Zheng will not have the slightest chance.

When he came to the outside of the tower, he first found the Wuyue Daoist in the grass, and after confirming that he had died, he also picked up the dust in his hand and put it on his right shoulder.

As the saying goes, you can't stay in the land of right and wrong for a long time, Wu Zheng dragged the iron Zen staff, and put the dust of Wuyue Dao on his shoulder, and quickly left the small mountain where the Linglong Pagoda was located, and he was not in a hurry to return to the city. He must first find a secluded place to heal his injuries and recover his almost exhausted strength as quickly as possible. (To be continued.) )