After the monk Fang Zheng realized Wu Zheng's intentions, not only did he not quickly withdraw the failed Zen staff, but instead flipped his wrist and stood up the crescent-shaped blade at the front of the Zen staff. In this way, when Wu Zheng is clamped, he only needs to retreat hard, which will inevitably stab Wu Zheng's left arm and left weakness.

It's just that to the great monk's surprise, Wu Zheng's left arm did fall down, and clamped the handle behind the crescent-shaped blade of the Zen staff. However, before Francis could retreat forcefully, Wu Zheng's heavily tilted body almost hung on the Zen staff, and quickly slid along the handle of the rod towards Francis Monk.

In this way, Wu Zheng not only dodged the kick of the old Hanako to the ear, but also forced the Franciscan monk to move his feet quickly and retreat.

It seems that he didn't expect Wu Zheng to sneak up on him with the chicken bone in his hand, Wuyue Dao Chang, hurriedly swung the dust in his hand in front of him, and was about to hit the chicken bone of the Shenque acupoint (navel eye) at the same time, he just saw Wu Zheng's body sliding along the handle of the Zen staff of the Franciscan monk. Without thinking, the dust whisk in his right hand was suddenly thrown out, and the long dust whisks were as straight as extremely thin steel wires, and they were pulled over when they were aimed at Wu Zheng's head.

The kick that was bound to be won by Huazi was skillfully dodged by Wu Zheng, which seemed to make him a little annoyed and angry. opened his mouth and shouted angrily, the missed right foot stepped on the ground hard, and while the left leg stepped forward, the center of gravity quickly moved forward, and the left leg was used as the support again, and the right foot was hooked forward as before, or the same trick Tan leg, and even the direction did not change, it was still Wu Zheng's right ear door.

There is a Franciscan monk in front of him, the lower right is the toe of the old flower child like a hook, and the upper left is the dust of the Taoist Wuyue, Wu Zheng is really difficult to come up with a perfect response.

The original intention was to break the zigzag siege of the three people, but unexpectedly, the three of them took advantage of the situation to narrow the encirclement.

In desperation, Wu Zheng could only plunge into the arms of the Franciscan monk who was dragging the Zen staff in his hand and kept retreating, and the weight of his body was completely pressed on the Zen staff in his hand. The purpose was just to get Francis's scruples about getting the Zen staff out of his hand. Thus not being able to free up their hands to attack themselves.

At the same time, Wu Zheng pressed down with his right hand and met the toes of the old man Hanako with his palm. Bend your left elbow and raise your left forearm to protect your head.

Poof, pop, two sounds in quick succession.

Right hand palm. and on the left forearm, he was beaten by the old man called Hanako on tiptoe, and Wuyue Taoist priest brushed the dust. The pain in his heart made Wu Zheng suddenly break out in a cold sweat. Especially on the left forearm, the sleeve of the coat has long been shattered, and blood is bubbling from several deep and thin wounds.

But no matter how painful it was, he couldn't let go of the Zen staff of the Franciscan monk under his left arm. Otherwise, the three of them will join forces again, and they will no longer have a chance to escape.

However, Wu Zheng's wishful thinking still failed.

Unexpectedly, Monk Franciscan would let go, so that holding the Zen staff that had nowhere to focus, Wu Zheng fell to the floor paved with blue bricks with a puff.

"Amitabha!"

Obviously, the Franciscan monk who was forced to take off his Zen stick had already moved the real fire. Angrily proclaimed a Buddha horn. The sturdy body squatted, and the ancient tree in the Luohan Boxing was entrenched, with the left foot as the axis, and the right leg like a whip, with the sound of whirring wind, he swept towards Wu Zheng's top door.

Having to let go of the iron Zen staff held under his armpit, Wu Zheng quickly rolled behind him, although he dodged the right leg swept by the ancient tree roots of the medicine monk. But the Wuyue Taoist and the old Hanako, who had succeeded in one move, had already rushed up to attack left and right.

I didn't have a weapon in my hand, and my body was once again forced under the wall where I was standing. Seeing that the dust in Daoist Wuyue's hand was once again aimed at his face and pulled down, and the left foot of the old Hanako also stomped down to his left knee. As a last resort, Wu Zheng stretched out his left hand in pain, grabbed one of the earrings of the iron Zen staff of the monk above the ground, and gathered internal force on his fingertips and pulled it suddenly.

At this time, the monk Franciscan had also bent down and grabbed the other end of the Zen staff, and the two were in a fierce fight. Wu Zheng, who still had nowhere to borrow, lost. The body lying on its side on the blue brick floor was pulled outward by the Franciscan monk half of the body.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he quickly bent his left knee and stretched out his right leg, so that the left foot chopped off by Hanako slammed onto the green brick floor between her legs. Wu Zheng's bent left leg quickly kicked on the ankle of the old Hanako, and his body rolled forward with his strength. Abandon the staff in your left hand and raise your left arm again. and was forced to take a blow of dust from Wuyue Daochang.

Ignoring the sharp pain coming from his already bloody left forearm, Wu Zheng rolled two times in succession, forcing the medicine monk to abandon the Zen staff he had already held in his hand again, and took two steps back in a row.

Monk Fang Ji has a body of martial arts, but because of his strong body, it is inconvenient to deal with Wu Zheng who is lying on the ground and attacking.

Finally had the opportunity to grasp the handle of the iron Zen staff on the ground, Wu Zheng clenched it, and with a whining sound, he rotated ninety degrees on the blue brick floor with his back as the center.

At this point, Wu Zheng finally adjusted the body that was originally in front of Monk Francis. Taking advantage of the gap between the three of them to avoid the round Zen staff in their hands, Wu Zheng strained his waist and abdomen and squatted on the floor.

It's not that you can't stand up in one go, it's that you can't stand up.

Because the dust in Dao Chief's hand had already been pulled horizontally from left to right again.

And the old name Hanako finally stopped using his feet, but switched to using double fists, the left fist in front, the right fist in the back, and the heart of the fist smashed straight up, just waiting for Wu Zheng to stand up, it just hit Wu Zheng's face.

With a weapon in his hand, even if he was squatting on the ground, Wu Zheng could step on Lingyun's footwork and move his body quickly.

The iron Zen staff in his right hand first slapped at the dust that was attacked by the Wuyue Dao Elder on the left. Without waiting for the implementation, he had already retreated into a horizontal posture, and with the tip of the tail of the Zen staff, he stabbed the old man who had already swung his fist and approached Hanako's arms.

forced the two back one after another, and Wu Zheng was not in a hurry to stand up. Instead, he retracted the crescent-shaped tip of the Zen staff, slapped it the blue brick floor, and quickly grabbed a handful of broken bricks with his left hand, and then stood up with the strength of the rebound of the Zen staff.

Several movements were almost done in one go, after standing up, Wu Zheng endured the severe pain, his left hand was raised, and the bricks in his hand hit the three people at the same time, the Zen staff in his right hand was raised horizontally, and the fifth type of the nine styles of Ling Xiao was used.

Replacing the long sword with a Zen staff weighing more than forty pounds obviously can't fully exert the ingenuity of Ling Xiao's nine-style moves. However, there is a good and a bad in everything. Although it can't exert the dexterity of sword moves, it adds a sense of might.

Under the urging of Wu Zheng's inside, the iron Zen staff of more than forty catties stretched forward horizontally, and even the earrings on both sides of the crescent blade at the front end got rid of the shackles of gravity and stretched out steadily to both sides, without making a sound.

Just holding it in the opponent's hand, the thrilling momentum emitted by his Zen staff forced the Franciscan monk to kick back three steps in a row, until his back was attached to the tower wall, and he was able to stabilize his body. (To be continued.) )