Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1239 Can't Stop
After running for more than 30 miles on the avenue, the red-headed dragon rushed over from a trail on the left side of the avenue under Fang Jianming's instructions. After running for more than ten miles on the trail, it had already entered the mountain, and the trail became a mountain road.After galloping in the mountains for a while, the red-headed dragon suddenly jumped up and crossed a slope.As far as the eye can see, it is a vast grassland.

There are several large ponds on the grassland. Just as the red-headed dragon flew past the third pond, suddenly there was a loud "pop" sound from the pond, and four figures emerged from the water like ghostly shadows. Pulling out the long sword carried behind his back, the four swords came out together, murderous aura rose, and he came up from under the red-headed dragon.

Before Fang Jianming could make a move, the red-headed dragon let out a long hiss, and the speed actually increased by a point out of thin air. It managed to avoid the long swords of the four people, and flicked its tail, making a "swish".

Immediately, he saw a swordsman tumbling, and before he could utter a scream, he fell into the pond with a "plop", splashing in all directions, the water surface was mixed with a little red, and the swordsman died.

The red-headed dragon had just landed a few feet away from the pond. When the other three swordsmen landed, their feet touched the surface of the water, and they rushed up. The three sword qis struck at Fang Jianming. The speed was so fast that they arrived in no time. He is a well-trained and highly skilled killer.

Fang Jianming was furious. At the moment when the red-headed dragon led him forward, he slashed out with his backhand without looking back, and a huge saber energy rushed out. After three "bang bang bang", three The swordsmen fell back to the pond, and their corpses floated on the surface of the water. However, when they were hit by the saber energy, they threw the swords in their hands.

Fang Jianming seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, his body flicked to the left, and three sharp swords that could pierce rocks whizzed past, and the speed was actually faster than that of the red-headed dragon.

Fang Jianming rushed to the Shendaomen with all his heart, and he would not look back to see the life and death of the killers. Soon, the red-headed dragon ran from the grassland to the edge.

Suddenly, ten feet ahead, two hundred well-dressed men appeared on a long hillside. These men were all holding bows and arrows, and the arrows were already on the string.As soon as he showed his face, he shot out sharp arrows like beads, one after another, each shot about ten arrows in an instant, all of them were aimed at Fang Jianming.

The arrows were raining like dense rain, and the red-headed dragon was still advancing, Fang Jianming had nowhere to hide.

Fang Jianming shot out an angry flame from his eyes, roared loudly, and shook his arms, only to see the first rain of arrows, that is, two hundred sharp arrows, all of which were broken by a momentum and fell to the ground.

When the second burst of arrow rain came, Fang Jianming pushed forward with both hands, a huge air current burst out, shaking the sharp arrows back, just in time to collide with the third burst of sharp arrows.

The red-headed dragon came so fast, the third sharp arrow, the fourth sharp arrow, the fifth sharp arrow... When it came, it had already carried Fang Jianming and jumped high above the heads of the crowd.The moment he passed through the rain of arrows, Fang Jianming took ten arrows casually, and flicked them back, the arrows went away like lightning.

Fang Jianming didn't bother to kill these young people, so ten arrows just passed through their hair, shot them close to the scalp, and nailed them to the ground.

Even so, due to the force of the arrow, ten people's hair roots were broken, so that blood flowed from the scalp.At that time, they didn't feel any pain, but afterwards they yelled in unison, which meant both pain and horror.

Let alone such magical skills, they have never even heard of them.And the rest of the men dressed in strong clothes were already dumbfounded with fright, and could only watch helplessly as the red-headed dragon went away.

After the red-headed dragon galloped in the mountains for a while, Fang Jianming was able to see the mountain gate of the Shendaomen.However, at this time, it was not the people from the Shendaomen who greeted him outside the mountain gate, but a group of obese masters of different heights.These masters, although there are differences in martial arts, there is absolutely no difference in strength or weakness, and one-third of them are masked.

Fang Jianming just wanted to see the sword god as soon as possible, so he didn't have the heart to look at these people more, and shouted from a distance: "I am Fang Jianming, the head of Diancang, you wait to get out of the way quickly, and those who dare to block, don't blame me for not being able to attack!" show mercy."

Those masters had already been ordered, how could they get out of the way, all of them worked secretly, seeing Fang Jianming came five or six zhang away, jumped up one after another, rushed towards Fang Jianming, and blindly sent out air-splitting palms to Fang Jianming.

Fang Jianming was slightly startled, and his legs pinched the red-headed dragon slightly. The red-headed dragon understood what he meant, and jumped into the air in an instant, reaching a height of tens of feet. The countless air-splitting palms swept across the ground, creating a very tense scene appalling.

The eight self-confessed martial arts masters let out a long roar, each rose in a different way, followed the red-headed dragon, surrounded it in all directions, pushed their palms, and slammed into Fang Jianming in the center with mountain-like force.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Jianming sprang up, with his toes slightly on the back of the red-headed dragon, he saw the former soaring and the latter plummeting, avoiding the force of eight strands so wonderfully.

The eight people only thought that this time the cooperation was perfect, and it was hard for gods to avoid it, but Fang Jianming was expected to be better, so they just avoided it.

The eight forces collided together, making a loud "boom", and the air wave lifted the sky. If the eight people hadn't hurriedly used the kung fu of the thousand catty drop and landed in an instant, they would have been injured by the huge counter-shock force on the spot.

When the scene seemed chaotic, two figures silently rushed towards Fang Jianming who was about to land, one of them swept the weapon in his hand down the waist, and shouted: "Look at the trick!" The other gave a sinister sneer , the two palms fell on Fang Jianming's body, and there was a terrifying energy in the palms.

The two of them had been hiding in the dark for a long time, although this joint effort did not necessarily put Fang Jianming to death, it also made him suffer.Originally, in their imagination, no matter how advanced Fang Jianming's martial arts were, he might be able to fight two against one. But Fang Jianming's body was suspended in the air, and his hands were separated, releasing two strange forces.

After two sounds of "bang bang", Fang Jianming's body that had not landed on the ground suddenly spun, and rose at a rapid speed. Every three turns, it would dissipate a little of the force. Get clean, and the time it takes for those thirty laps is the blink of an eye.

The two of them were shocked back a few steps, their faces full of horror, when they were about to attack again, how could Fang Jianming give them a chance, he raised his head and let out a thundering roar, with the red-headed dragon on the top and the bottom on the bottom , broke through the mountain gate with incomparable speed.There were so many people on the other side, but none of them could stop them in time.

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Dugu Jiutian walked forward for a while, his brows suddenly frowned, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but let out a "huh".

It turned out that when he walked three feet in front of the portrait, no matter how he changed his posture, even if he used a strange footwork, the person seemed to be sliding on the ground, which was quite beautiful, but he still couldn't move forward Approaching half a point, has been spinning in place.

(End of this chapter)