"Who is rare about his broken kung fu, gorgeous and inapplicable, which is like me, a knife, floating red!" A knife fluttered red on the horse's back, gesturing at the neck of a drunken monk.

"Amitabha, you can't live if you do your own evil! Just let the Sprinkle family spend your time for a while!" A drunken half-monk threw a punch on the horseback towards a knife that was red, but when the fist was halfway through, there was an extra stick in the fist, and it attacked the door of the face with a knife.

A knife steadied himself on horseback, and his body turned quickly, passing the stick that the half-monk pointed at his door. When he faced a wine and a half-monk again, he already had two knives in his hands, and the red belt fluttered. A red double knife waved, lightly on the horseback, jumped in front of a wine and a half-monk, a knife to protect the body, a knife to cut forward. A drunken monk jumped on the horse, brandished a soft stick to meet him, and the two men fought together again.

Seeing that the purpose was reached, I continued to run forward and chased after Hanhan. This fool thinks the same as I do, our goal is to subdue the best hundreds of wild horses among the thousands of galloping wild horses.

This time, Han Han had already reached the middle of the wild horse at the front, he tapped on the back of the wild horse, reached the back of a red horse, and reached out to grab the mane of the red horse. The wild horse was probably never caught in the mane, and as soon as someone touched it, it immediately kicked and barked on the spot. Han Han was caught off guard and was thrown up. He quickly changed direction in the air and stood on the back of the other horse. The red horse under his feet galloped forward, and Han Han swayed on the horse's body to stabilize his figure.

I ran on the back of thousands of wild horses, chased them to the front of them, and rode on top of a red horse. When I stood on the back of the red horse, the red horse did not resist much, but just ran wildly. This one rode onto his back, and suddenly its front hooves flew into the air and stood upright.

I'd never ridden a horse before, and I didn't know it would resist like this, and as soon as it rolled off its back, the mustang behind it was about to crash into it. I kicked out quickly, and the kick was about to hit the head of another wild horse on top of me, and with the force of its bounce on the head, it leaped out of the air and landed on the other red horse.

It was so dangerous that I was almost buried under this horse's hooves. I looked at Han Han, who had already pounced on the other red horse, and rode on the red horse at once, grabbing its mane with both hands at the same time. This red horse is not a master to be messed with, and even jumped and kicked, throwing Han Han into the air, Han Han grabbed its mane tightly, and his fat body actually made the red horse fly.

"Use some strength, Hanhan!" I shouted to Hanhan.

Han Han listened to my previous words, and was afraid that the strength would be too strong to kill this wild horse, so he didn't dare to use force physically. I don't know if he understood, but I rushed again at the red horse that had thrown me off my back, and the red horse scurried into the herd of wild horses and ran wildly.

I recognized its position, put my feet on the horse's back a little, and rushed out towards it, who knew that it had also learned well this time, and I was about to pounce on its back, when it felt that someone was coming, and its hind hooves suddenly kicked up. My face had just reached its back, and I had no idea of it, so I quickly retracted my strength and flipped back, narrowly avoiding its two hooves, otherwise my face might have left two horseshoe prints.

It's really a fierce horse, so hard to tame, you can't even reach its side. I looked at Han Han, who was holding the neck of the red horse this time, and actually followed the wild horse in the herd. Hanhan's hat will be invisible, and I don't know if it was blown away by the wind or knocked away by the horse. Han Han just showed the head of a panda, wore a human robe, and raced with a horse around the neck of a horse, how funny and funny it was.

I looked at a drunken half-monk and a sword-slasher, who were still fighting on horseback. This time, the knife was flying up and down in the air, slashing towards a wine and a half-monk.

The feet of a drunken and half-monk were on the horse's back, as if there was a great magnetic force to suck his feet on the horse's back, and he himself was about to be parallel to the horse's back on the horse's back, dodging a knife that was red all over the sky. Without waiting to stand up, a wine and a half-monk swept out with a stick, so as not to let a knife fall down. A knife fluttered red in the air with a little left foot and a little right foot, and a few steps up, and the stick of a half-drunk monk fell into the air.

The moment the knife flew up in the air, it flipped backwards at the same time, ready to fall on the back of the wild horses behind. A drunken and half-monk saw his intentions, and pursued him under the back of his horse with a stick, so as not to let the idea of a knife flying red succeed.

A knife was flushed at this time, and at this time, a drunken half-monk stick swung towards his neck. A knife flew red and a knife was thrown at the neck, ready to block the stick, but the stick suddenly softened where he was blocking and wrapped around his neck.

A wine and a half-monk worked hard in his hands, ready to pull back. The other knife that was red in this knife spun in his hand, and the handle of the knife that he was holding in his hand became the tip of the knife. He used the knife to put a little on a wild horse, and with the power of this it slammed into the air, and the original head and foot became the head and foot, and he stepped on the back of a horse, and suddenly fell from the air to the ground.

A drunken half-monk was pulling back, and a knife fluttered red along the strength of a drunken half-monk with his other knife to a half-wine monk and swung a few knives, and countless knife shadows chased after a drunken half-monk. A drunken and half-monk didn't dare to be careless in the face of these knife shadows, swaying from side to side, like willows swinging the wind, and these knife shadows were all flashed by him. Seeing that the knife was about to be withdrawn, the stick pulled by a drunken half-monk did not move, and suddenly a roundabout kick in the air kicked towards the lower abdomen of a drunken half-monk.

It may be that the power of pulling a red soft stick weakened when a wine and a half-monk swirled and kicked his feet, and a knife caught the opportunity, and the knife at the neck turned outward, pulling a little distance away from the place where the sticks were entangled, and the head of a knife flowing red suddenly contracted, and shrank out of the wrapped stick.

When the knife shrank red, he retreated at the same time, moving towards the back of the other horse, and also dodged the roundabout kick of a drunken monk. Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the half-drunk monk suddenly burrowed into the belly of a horse under him when his body fell, and hid. A knife fluttered red and chased after him with a knife, but he could no longer find the figure of a drunken and half-monk. A red sword and a double knife chest guard, carefully examined the nearby horses, but still found nothing.

"You come out for me! Let me split you in half!"

There was no response, only the neighing of wild horses and the sound of horses' hooves splashing on the ground.

"If you can't beat me, just use this trick, you, a wine monk, are so capable?"

The wild horses neighed, and the hooves sounded, but there was no sound of a drunken monk or a monk.

"Wine monk, can you say something, you won't be trampled to death by the wild horse, will you?

"Will you be very lonely when I die? The world is so beautiful, how can I be willing to leave lightly? I haven't purified the world, how can the Buddha accept me?" With a familiar voice, a figure suddenly burst out from the horses behind him with a sword.

The moment a wine and a half-monk burst out, he held his double sticks and fell towards the top of the head that was flushed towards the knife, and his two feet were wrapped around the waist of the knife, and he hugged the knife tightly and held the knife red.

"Okay, you hateful drunkard monk, if you can't beat it, you will carry out a sneak attack, isn't this a villain's behavior?

With a knife flowing red, his eyes were wide open, his forehead was clear, and he was using internal force, trying to get rid of the entanglement of a wine and a monk.

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