With a clear bald head, a palm-colored face, a pair of breathtaking big eyes, a germanium red monk's robe, and a gilded Zen staff in his hand, he is about six feet tall and looks about fifty years old.

This is the King of Thubten in the eyes of Prince Xiong.

In the hand of King Tudeng is a very strange Zen staff, which is very different from what Prince Xiong originally saw the Shaolin Temple monks use.

The gilded crescent moon is easy to shovel, seven feet long, and weighs at least 60 catties. The golden light between the waves is glittering, and it looks magnificent.

Back then, the water mill Zen staff in the hands of the flower monk Lu Zhishen, a hero in Liangshan, was actually this guy, but it was not as gorgeous as the gilded crescent moon.

This is the real weapon of the disciples of the Living Buddha Dububa, and it is also their most precious weapon.

King Thubten and his disciples went into battle, and the reason why each of them was equipped with a mace was because they didn't want the gilded crescent moon shovel to be damaged.

"Uhh

His Holiness Thubten drank deeply, which was the soul-fixing power of Lamaism.

The presiding monk of the lamaist ritual always speaks in such a voice before he starts to speak, so as to keep the audience focused.

The soul fixing magic power and the lion's roar of Shaolin Temple have the same effect, and they are defenseless for a while, so they are shocked and the ear drums of Xiong Chu are swollen.

Shocked by the enemy's face, Xiong Chu felt very embarrassed.

In fact, it's not just a matter of losing face, but a few days ago, I was a prisoner of someone else, and I almost became a transgender slave forever.

As the saying goes: When enemies see each other, they are very red.

Prince Xiong didn't blush, he was very angry, and he was angry: "The monks don't abide by the rules, and they are all a bunch of evil obstacles. What the hell is called here, you eat me first!"

Xiong Chu didn't spend a lot of effort to practice marksmanship, but he knew that the master Wangqi Sanren carved the twelve strokes of marksmanship and a set of dragon stick techniques on the stone wall of the cave.

Pear blossom flying snow.

The first move of Prince Xiong's gold-dipped furnace gun had already covered the major death holes of the entire upper three roads of King Tudeng.

Pear Blossom Flying Snow, this was originally a halberd method, and it was one of Xue Rengui's killing moves.

But Xue Rengui's son, Xue Gang, the weapon in his hand was not Fang Tian's halberd, but a bright silver spear.

The Xue family halberd method suppressed the land of Shenzhou, so Xue Gang evolved from it and completely subverted the Zhongping gun of the Yanshan Luo family's marksmanship, so he had this trick Pear Blossom Flying Snow Marksmanship.

Xiong Chu didn't know the origin of his marksmanship, he knew that there should be six spear heads for this move, attacking the opponent's forehead, throat, shoulders, Jizhong acupoint and upper dantian respectively.

Pear Blossom Flying Snow's marksmanship, since it is called a trick, it must be a masterpiece.

Not bad, not a masterpiece, but a masterpiece.

There is no defense at all, it is an all-out shot, and it is left to death and then reborn.

Either you die or I die.

Xiong Chu's arms shook, and the snow-white head of the gold-dipped furnace gun had already brought up a phantom and rushed out, as if snowflakes were flying, which was very beautiful.

When you think it's good-looking, it's estimated that you're already dying and can't see anything.

The Xue family's gun shocked the Western Regions, that is a legend, a legend that makes the ill-intentioned guys in the Western Regions have nightmares.

King Tuden has been crisscrossing the Western Regions for more than 20 years, and he has naturally seen a big battle.

Moreover, his master is a living Buddha who sits on the bed, and he is even more knowledgeable about ancient and modern times.

Together, King Tudeng was taken aback: the Xue family gun that chased the soul and killed him!

The Xue family gun is Xue Gang's marksmanship.

Xue Gang has a rebellious factor in his bones, and he has never been interested in all kinds of conventional things.

Xue Gang's marksmanship is different from all the marksmanship that has always been done.

There is no balance between offense and defense at all, and there is no neutrality and peace, all of them are desperate moves that hurt both sides.

The so-called one husband should be the pass, and ten thousand people should look at it. Nothing more.

At that time, Xue Gang dominated the world according to this, and was invincible, and finally was known as the first shot of the Tang Dynasty.

Since King Thubten saw the origin of the marksmanship at a glance, of course he did not think it was good-looking.

No one in the world thinks that something that is about to kill them is beautiful.

King Thubten didn't either, he felt that the throat-locked Kenhachiro in front of him was very evil, and his mind was extremely vicious.

Using the Xue family's gun against a monk like himself is too evil and unforgivable.

As soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was one.

His Holiness Thubten is definitely not a good match, of course, there is hard work under his hands, and the countermeasures adopted are-for-tat.

A shadow of a gun came like lightning, and King Tuden abandoned it, dismounted his horse and rushed forward, the gilded crescent moon shovel in his hand did not have any tricks at all, and the sunset of the long river went straight to Xiong Chu's gun and arms and smashed down.

Prince Xiong didn't really want to fight hard, but just gave the enemy a dismount.

If you yell at me, I'll shoot you. Everyone is even, and no one owes anyone.

The two horses made a mistake in the stirrups, the bear stored the gun shaft, and the backhand was a horizontal pump, and the gun had smashed into the left ribs of King Thubten.

The so-called chess opponent will meet the talent.

Xiong Chu thought of returning to the horse with a shot, not giving the enemy time to adjust calmly, and buying time for himself to turn the horse's head.

When King Thubten cracked one of the opponent's killing moves, he would naturally launch a counterattack and teach the damned Lockthroat Kenhachiro a lesson. So he changed his hands two positions in a row, and the gilded crescent shovel had already smashed backwards with a swing of the oolong tail.

Click――

The two of them thought of it together, and the weapons collided behind them, and the huge rebound force made Xiong Chu's body shake, and he had a clear judgment on the catties of King Tudeng, and he was also careful in his heart.

However, the Tudeng Dharma King in front of him had a slightly weaker internal force cultivation than the Quanzhen Sect Great Protector encountered in the Yellow Cliff Cave, so Xiong Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, the expression on the other side of the circle turned the horse's head, and the expression on his face was extremely strange.

If the first move, Pear Blossom Feixue, made him very annoyed, then the collision of the weapons of the two people just now gave him the feeling of shock.

Now, His Holiness Thubten's chest was heaving violently, and the look of horror on his face had not subsided.

King Thubten was puzzled in his heart: What kind of evil does this Lock-throated Kenhachiro belong to? It seems that he is in his twenties, and his internal strength is even deeper than his own, which is simply inexplicable!

What shocked him was: Could it be that the real age of this Lockthroat Kenhachiro is already in his sixties, and it is because he has cultivated the "Rejuvenation Divine Skill" that has been lost for hundreds of years, so he has always maintained his twenty-year-old face?

In fact, how did King Tudeng know that in the demonic dantian of Prince Xiong, not only is it expected that the ten-year internal strength of the Qi Disperser will be the foundation, but also Tang Sai'er's lifelong essence is lurking in it.

Although after two excitations, he had not yet absorbed all of Tang Say'er's essence, but Xiong Chu's internal strength was not inferior to that of the fifty-year-old King Tudeng, and the purity of the essence was still surpassing.

Especially in the first two days, he and Mandeli Yoga double cultivation, so that Xiong Chu unexpectedly achieved the dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, the harmony of yin and yang, and the internal force has made great progress, and is transitioning to the top demon.

After two lightning-fast encounters, Prince Xiong and King Thubten already knew what to expect, and had a relatively clear understanding of their opponent's strength.

Although it is not yet possible to understand the roots, it has also lost its suddenness.

Therefore, these two people knew in their hearts that there was no possibility of a quick victory, and they had to fight a protracted war next.

This qiē is a long time, but in fact, the whole process is just a breath of time, blinking twice.

At the same time that King Thubten rushed forward, Prince Xiong had already urged his horse to rush out.

Because Xiong Chu is closer to the battlefield where Xiong Kaishan is located, and the explosive power of the Flame Lion is stronger, he can be the last to come first, pick up the mace with one shot, and buy time for Xiong Kaishan to kill people.

Then with a twist of his hands, the gold furnace gun had already stabbed the Pear Blossom Flying Snow at King Thubten. Immediately, as soon as the two horses made a mistake, the weapons of the two men collided together.

The two of them exchanged two moves here like lightning, and the other two pairs that were entangled were naturally more or less affected.

As soon as Xiong Chu came out, a big stone in the hearts of the two brothers, Xiong Kaishan and Huo Lianshan, was put down, so Xiong Kaishan took the lead in making contributions.

Nanmutun was beheaded by Xiong Kaishan, Huo Lianshan was even more energetic, and his opponent Turong Puzha Rabbit died and the fox was sad, and the current situation is not good.

Although Nanmutun's strength was much stronger, Huo Lianshan didn't leave his hands behind, like a small loach sliding around him.

The mace in Nanmutun's hand seeks out Huo Lianshan, hoping to take out his opponent with his strong internal strength.

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife in Huo Lianshan's hand was a strange move, which was originally a head-to-head confrontation routine on the battlefield.

But Huo Lianshan is also a demon, he never takes the right path, and specifically looks for the neck or butt of the horse.

Both of them wanted to choose between their strengths and weaknesses, so they naturally competed against each other, fighting for a quarter of an hour, and the weapons in their hands had not been touched head-on once.

Nanmutun was suddenly in trouble, and Turong Puza was naturally shaken. Although it is not yet flustered, it still causes great fluctuations between square inches.

If the other party lost an inch, Huo Lianshan's pressure was naturally much less, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand was also much more agile, and his own safety was more guaranteed.

The real dustless son is against the fake dustless son, the two of them are of equal strength, and they should be evenly matched, but the situation of the dustless is not good.

It's not bad, it's bad.

Because the weapon of the dustless son is a long sword, a little more than three feet and an inch long. His opponent was a fake dustman, and now in his hand was a six-foot-long mace, and the weight was incomparable.

When the cultivation of two people is inseparable, the advantage of weapons will expand infinitely.

Because of this, the martial arts principle of "one inch long and one inch strong" has been taken to the extreme by the fake dustless Zi Saimo.

Coupled with the strength of the opponent's mace, the long sword of the dustless man could not fight at all, and he was about to lose.

At this moment, the shape on the battlefield suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes, and Xiong Kaishan had already split the opponent's body.

Moreover, Xiong Kaishan was quick-eyed, and after flying off his horse and retracting his double hammer, he grabbed Nanmutun's horse.

Grabbing the horse was not the goal, but the gilded crescent shovel next to the bridge right away.

"Pick up guys—"

The gilded crescent shovel weighed sixty-four pounds, and Xiong Kaishan roared after picking it off, and then threw it out with all his might, and the target was above the head of Wuchenzi.

Although Wuchenzi falls to the downwind, the killer always sees six ways and listens to all directions.

The gilded crescent shovel, which was seven feet long and weighed sixty-four pounds, spun and flew over with a whirring sound, and Wuchenzi was suddenly overjoyed.

With his left hand pressing the saddle bridge, Wuchenzi had already flown up, directly threw away the long sword in his hand, grabbed the Zen staff with both hands, and then twisted his body in the air, and the gilded crescent shovel split Huashan with a move, and slashed down towards Saimohe's head.

Click--Click-T

Saimo was forced to make a hard move, he himself had no problem, but the war horse under his crotch couldn't afford it, and he withdrew more than a foot away.

Wuchenzi held his breath, now is the time to beat the water dogs, of course he can't give up.

With the rebound force generated by the collision of weapons, Wuchenzi rolled in the air, and then the tip of his right foot was a little on the surface of his left foot, and the gilded crescent shovel came back with the sound of the wind, and it was still a move to split Huashan. I734