Kung Fu Soldier King

Bameng's Nepalese machete chopped at Yue Wuyou like crazy, and the latter raised his Damascus knife to resist.

In the crackling sound of gold and iron, the fierce collision began. Bameng was the ultimate of bravery. After seeing his brother killed, he became a tiger completely angered.

He has great strength. Every time he cuts, he can shake Yue Wuyou back step by step.

But the latter just injected adrenal hormone. It was at the peak of his anger, and the Damascus knife in his hand was not small.

"Dry! Dry..." the two people roared and fought hard.

There are many gaps on the blades of the two excellent knives, but they still cut each other. Their eyes are red. They want to eat each other.

The others took advantage of the struggle between the man in blood clothes and Xiao Yan. When Yue Wuyou fought with Ba Meng, they surrounded the fat man and Ji Wuyue.

As soon as the fat man shook off his stick, he rushed into the crowd. He was incomparable. He grew up in the military area command courtyard and played with a baton.

He may not be able to deal with top experts, but he doesn't have so much trouble dealing with these ordinary experts.

And with his strength, as long as he touches it, it's impossible. He either breaks his arms and legs or flies out for several meters.

As for Ji Wuyue, she once again showed her extraordinary and special skill.

She said something in her mouth, slung it in the treasure bag around her waist, and the paper people flew out one after another, and then rushed around.

The first two people rushed forward, raised their machetes and chopped at Ji Wuyue. The latter was in no hurry. His slender legs were thrown in place, and the whole person soared into the air.

They kicked their feet on their heads, and at the same time, they turned over and fell on the branch of the tree. They were still talking.

The paper people spread around like crazy. More than 20 people were strangled by the paper people, or pulled their hind legs.

People are afraid of the unknown. When they feel these terrible things, they become confused immediately.

Even Wu Jiusi was troubled by several paper people. The people around him patted him and covered him back.

"What people are there under Xiao Yan's hands? What is this?" Wu Jiusi shouted, like a cat trampled on its tail.

He has been arrogant in Yanjing for such a long time. It is their Vajra sect that has been collecting martial arts from ancient times to the present. It is originally known that learning runs through hundreds of schools, but it is not worth mentioning in Xiao Yan's mouth.

In addition to his anger, his head was short, and the rosary beads on his neck flew out and flew quickly towards Xiao Yan.

Dingzhu magic subduing skill!

Xiao Laojiu is a man who knows goods. How can he not recognize such Kung Fu?

I saw his body leaning, the palm of his right hand sticking out, the sound of bang, a flame sprang up from his hand, and suddenly wrapped the circle of flying beads.

Before the bead came to Xiao Yan's face, a flame sprang up and soon turned into a pile of black ash and went away with the wind.

It's a good old red sandalwood rosary. Unfortunately, it met Xiao Yan's XuanHuo.

The man in the blood clothes was surprised. He was going to use the cassock to subdue the devil, but now think about it. If he was burned directly, it would be a little more than worth the loss.

When he was distressed, he roared, took the Zen stick thrown by the disciples next to him, stepped in vain and hit Xiao Yan's head.

Xiao Yan stepped on the top of the tower with force, and the whole man soared back. In an instant, he translated a few meters, and his back foot hooked and fell on another spire.

The place where he was standing was smashed down by the man in blood.

With the loud click, a floating slaughter tower was directly smashed into stone debris by the man in blood clothes.

The man in blood also stepped on the ground along the falling momentum. Before the dust dispersed, he threw his Zen stick sideways to the left.

With another click, the futu tower where Xiao Yan stood was interrupted by his waist.

Fortunately, at the moment before the interruption, Xiao Yan had soared up. After the futu tower broke, he soared down, grabbed the tiger's claw in his hand and pinched it on the head of the man in blood clothes.

The man in the blood suit just took back his strength and didn't have time to make an upward effort. He felt the wind coming over his head and hurried to avoid it.

At the same time, he poked the Zen stick up and tried to poke Xiao Yan on it.

Click

The man in blood clothes felt that the Zen stick was suddenly pinched. He pulled it several times, but he found it motionless.

Looking up, Xiao Yan's hand was holding the head of the Zen stick. The Zen stick was made of wrought copper. There was a wrought copper stick under it.

Xiao Yan is now pinching the neck of the Zen staff. His face almost touches the tip at the top of the Zen staff, but his other hand has been a tiger's claw for a long time.

The man in blood clothes was secretly frightened. Knowing that he met an expert, he grabbed the Zen stick with both hands and pestled it upward with the force of nine cattle and two tigers.

But he soon found something wrong, because the Zen stick made of wrought copper began to heat up, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

Then he saw the most frightening scene of his life.

Xiao Yan's free hand grabbed the head of the Zen stick, the other hand grabbed the neck of the Zen stick, roared, and then the hand holding the head twisted hard.

Click

The top of the Buddhist staff made of cooked copper was twisted off, and there was only one cooked copper staff left.

This is not over, because the cooked copper stick is getting hotter and hotter, the man in the blood coat had to shout and let go.

However, he was not easy to provoke. When he retreated, he suddenly threw his cassock at Xiao Yan. The cassock magic subduing skill is used now.

Xiao Yan smashed the hollowed out head at the top of the Zen staff into the man in blood clothes. At the same time, holding the cooked copper stick, he turned over and fell to the ground.

Later, he took the cooked copper stick as a long gun. Although he turned his back to the man in blood clothes, he returned the horse gun and thrust it at the latter.

The man in blood clothes only felt that the cassock was a drum and blocked the head of the Zen stick thrown from the opposite side, so as to avoid the possibility of smashing the head.

But the other party's return shot came across his cassock. He didn't see clearly for a moment. The focus of defense was on the cassock head.

So when the cooked copper stick penetrated the cassock and put it on his chest, he reacted.

Poof