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The spear came straight and Huiguo's face flashed with surprise. The golden light on the palm of the hand pressed down, the big muscles of the palm beating wildly, and the strong and vigorous internal force burst out.

The radon gas wall is pressing down!

Boom!

The next moment, the air waves roared, like the waves of the sea.

Suddenly, the earth outside the cottage shook for it, billowing in smoke.

Between the two, it seemed that a hurricane of magnitude twelve had risen sharply, and the bodies around had flew away from a distance.

"This person"

言 Zhao Yanyan, if Dongmen's face changed, he was shocked.

I didn't expect a person I met on the road to be able to fight with the evil monk Huiguo!

Smoke and dust swept between them, the two could faintly see the place where the two collided, the earth under their feet flipped up and down, and how many earth and stones splashed.

The two confessed themselves, even if they faced the dragon elephant King Mudra together, if they didn't hide, there would only be a dead end!

Did An Qisheng dare to resist?

"what?"

之间 Between the smoke and dust, Hui Guo felt that the turbulent internal forces were pierced by a spear!

The spear that hasn't fired yet gives him an unparalleled sense of sharpness!

是否 Whether he can't resist the gun with his inexperienced kung fu, the arm is turned and pressed, the thick five fingers are opened, pressed down, avoiding the gun head, want to hold the gun body!

"Humph!"

An Qisheng didn't completely pierce the gas wall, An Qisheng was a little surprised, but he could not help humming when he saw the palm of the hand holding the gun back.

The arm holding the spear turned abruptly.

Humming ~

Turning around quickly, Huiguo just felt that the spear under his palm seemed to turn into a sleepy resuscitation, and he wanted to choose someone to eat.

The palm of the anti-grip could not help but fist, and a heavy blow distorted the spear.

Then the palm of his hand that popped up from top to bottom was photographed again.

Is still the dragon elephant King Mudra!

Boom!

The turbulent internal force leveled the smoke and dust instantly, and the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed by the violent internal force and emptied!

At this time, you can see the harm of the spear when killing me.

In the face of the slandering palm, An Qisheng's slinggun seems to be unable to return anyway.

Woo!

Under the rising white hair, An Qisheng's eyes were cold, and his heart was calm.

When the turbulent internal force rolled in, his body moved, his footsteps retreated half a step, the spear with a thickness of the goose pulled back, and the tail of the gun was on the ground behind him.

Then, with the forward extension of his arm, the unopened gun tip was already tearing the airstream dust like a rising dragon head, and it was hard against the thick internal force.

From the bottom up, piercing Huiguo straight away!

At the same time, his arm hanging to his side suddenly raised to the center of his eyebrow.

The quick response made both Zhao Yanyan watching the game excited.

Just as the two were about to collide again, the internal force from Huiguo exploded in front of the two!

Boom!

The violent internal force burst, its power was even more terrifying than the shell explosion, and the sound of a blast of sound from the air covered all the sounds around it.

Between the swaying smoke and dust, Huiguo has retreated far by this impact, and the smoke has never fallen, he has returned to his place:

"do not fight."

Amidst the wandering smoke, the long gun whispered behind him, An Qi stared blankly at the young monk:

"If you say no, you won't fight?"

He said so, but he didn't do it again.

小 The inner strength of this little monk is so ambitious that it even goes far beyond Kong San, who draws on the inner strength of many people. After two collisions, he did not take advantage.

Tong Huiguo blinked, her face innocent:

"You and I have no injustice, why should we fight?"

"No injustice?"

Luan Qisheng's eyelids fluttered, and the gun in his palm tightened.

Step forward, lean forward, and lean forward!

Sweeping ten feet, the spear came out, like a battlefield general riding on a high-headed horse, and a condescending one would stab a small soldier who stopped the road:

"Are you playing with me ?!"

No grudges and no enemies do to me?

After the fight, said no injustice?

Noisy!

Oh oh

The violent friction between the air current and the cold iron gun sent out the sound of death!

Tatars follow the gun, and the gun borrows power,

Under the combination of the stunner's gun, the spear was approaching Huiguo in an instant.

"No more, no more."

Tong Huiguo shook her head again and again.

Under the piercing spear, he didn't hide, not only that, before the spear and his body, his burly body was more like a discouraged ball.

After a moment's change, it changed back to the appearance of being thin and weak.

Humming ~

Han Hanmang stopped before three inches of brows.

Before the shot came, the sharp airflow had pierced Huiguo's brows, and a drop of red blood flowed down from his brows.

Makes it look even more weird.

"Little monk, what do you want to do?"

Luan Qisheng looked indifferent, looking at the young monk's eyes as if looking at a neurosis.

"Killing my life is my taboo. Although the monk occasionally breaks the ring, there are reasons for it. The donor and the monk have no injustice and revenge, so the monk is unwilling to take action."

Tong Huiguo folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and took it seriously.

"Aren't you afraid I'll stab you?"

Luan Qisheng's eyes were strange, and she didn't know how the monk's brain circuit grew.

"Will not."

Wu Huiguo shook her head: "Without injustice and revenge, how could Anshi kill the little monk?"

Luan Qisheng was unmoved, and the spear still pointed at his brows:

"Why did you hit me before?"

Wu Huiguo hesitated a bit:

"It's a long story"

The spear fluttered, An Qisheng asked:

"Speak slowly."

"Little monk means, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Wu Huiguo reached out and gently held the tip of the gun, the cold cold iron spear, at this time slightly hot, shot a few times, the spear that had not opened was actually opened.

Purr ~

Luan Qisheng put away the spear and suddenly smiled:

"Little monk, you are very interesting."

He has been faintly guessing, this young monk suddenly shot at him, it should be to test whether he has learned a magical scripture.

After a fight, he found that he had not practiced this skill before he stopped.

"Two, are you done?"

At this moment, Dongmen Ruo cautiously opened.

言 Zhao Yanyan stood silently, looking at An Qisheng's eyes very surprised.

In her induction, the internal force of this gunman is not strong, at least not to condense the seed of true energy, but he did not expect that he could fight with Huiguo without falling into the wind.

I want to know that although the Dragon Elephant Temple has fallen, the inheritance of martial arts is also the top in the world, and there are few opponents in the same stage.

"No more, no more."

Tong Huiguo shook her head.

The atmosphere of killing before I actually disappeared.

Luo Dongmen felt a little strange in his heart, but he was relieved quickly.

Xun Huiguo called the evil monk rather than the demon monk because he is just a weird man, and his person is not a demon.

If his actions fall into the demon path, the dragon elephant temple with only two people cannot protect him at all.

I have long been demonized by a group of heroes.

Where does he allow him to walk in Dafeng?

The sky was dim, and outside of the cottage under the afterglow, several people randomly found a clean place to sit.

Luan Qisheng has a bad tone:

"Little monk, let's talk now."

"Ugh."

Wu Huiguo sighed: "It's a long story"

Luan Qisheng's temple jumped:

"Let's make a long story short!"

"This is to start with the heritage of my dragon elephant temple."

Xiao Huiguo's young monk sighed again:

"Seven hundred years ago, my dragon elephant temple was once glorious. Later, when I encountered a demon head, it almost broke the lineage. According to the little monk's meaning, it was broken.

However, the ancestor of the little monk's vein was expelled from the door, and he still missed it. After that, he carried the inheritance of the Dragon Elephant Temple alone several times. After the ancestor knew that he was not an opponent of the demon head, he turned to Dawu at the time. Gun owner

I do n’t know what happened, he was actually moved by Daewoo ’s gun master, and he shot and killed the demon head, but the demon power was passed down. ”

Tong Huiguo recounted the events of seven hundred years ago with a calm expression.

他 In his remarks, several people gradually learned the reason why Huiguo tried to test An Qisheng.

"This relic is left by that ancestor"

Tong Huiguo spread her palm, a red relic:

"This relic is originally black, and once it meets the preacher of the Scriptures, it will emit a red light. This is why the little monk tempted the donor."

"Tian Yi Suo Ling Jing"

言 If Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen look at An Qisheng's eyes, they will be alert.

虽然 Although they have not heard of it, from Huiguo's mouth, they also know that this martial art is very weird and terrible.

"The donor is not the preacher of the Sutra, and his internal strength is pure without any impurities, and he is not made by absorbing others."

Tong Huiguo pinched the red relic, with some doubts:

"Perhaps, this relic is too old"

Luan Qisheng was silent.

Yun Xiao monk did not feel wrong, but he did cultivate Tianyi to capture the Sutra, but he did not capture the internal strength of others.

He was just a little surprised.

A relic left seven hundred years ago can still play a role after seven hundred years. The old monk is afraid that the realm has reached an incredible level ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and such a person cannot do anything about it Capture the soul, and was easily killed by the master of Daewoo.

What kind of realm is the Realm of Heaven?

"The little monk's donkey is gone, and you have to buy one, and the donors have a chance to see you."

Tong Huiguo patted the dust that didn't exist on the monk's robe, got up and stepped on the awn shoes and walked into the night that had completely sunk:

"In this robber's lair, the little monk only took half or two to buy donkey money, and the rest was given to the donor"

The discourse lingered between Wu.

The figure has disappeared.

"This little monk"

Luan Qisheng stroked the cold gun body and sighed under her heart:

"Can only find another opportunity"

He originally wanted to use this identity to show the magic of the demon to divert the sight of the six doors, but when he met such a little monk, his plan failed.

If he had previously shown the strength of Tianyi's Scriptures, I'm afraid that Huiguo has been dead with him at this time.

"Brother An"

If Dongmen is about to open.

Luan Qisheng's eyes suddenly condensed, and under the crimson moonlight, one person gradually approached.