Five thousand three hundred and forty-eight chapters furious wind knife
Two cold lights roared in the fire flashing in the temple. The three young monks rushed out to both sides in panic. Two cold lights flew over the little monk and the eldest brother, and inserted them hard into the wall behind them.
On two burning torches.
The three of them then stood up and looked forward in shock. They realized from the sound of the hidden weapon whistling past the air that the hidden weapon was whistling past that the young man in front of him had extremely high martial arts skills and his hidden weapon techniques were even more first-class.
The opponent not only threw out the hidden weapon and accurately hit the target in the air, but also the opponent was filled with hidden weapon with internal force, and flew back to attack the attacker with the target in the air. This skill and hidden weapon technique are obviously higher than that of them.
People are not the opponents of these two at all!
Obviously, after entering the temple, the two men did not use all their strength to them, nor did they have any malice. Otherwise, they would have either fallen under the bullets shot from their weapons or fallen under them.
The hidden weapon and palm.
The little apprentice who threw out the hidden weapon, stared at the opponent in front of him, and whispered to the two senior brothers beside him: "They are indeed rare masters! Senior brother, second brother, let's take advantage of their injuries.
, go up and kill them!" As he said that, he rushed forward with his foot.
The second senior brother beside him, who had a fair face, grabbed his arm and whispered: "No wonder the master stopped us repeatedly. They are indeed rare subordinates of martial arts masters. The other party should have no malice, otherwise they would enter the temple
We will attack us directly. If that happens, we will definitely lose within ten moves."
The bearded senior brother also said with a serious expression: "Yes, both of them are injured now, let's wait, let's see what the master said." The three of them raised the weapons in their hands and stared at the front of them intently.
Blood-red wind knife.
In fact, the disciples of these three old monks overestimated themselves. If Wan Lin and Feng Dao wanted to come in, they would do it. Even if they did not use firearms and used their martial arts with all their strength, Wan Lin could also take advantage of these three young monks in one move.
life.
Even the Feng Dao can still hurt any of them with the flying knife in his hand in one encounter. Although his skills are not as good as Wan Lin, he is still higher than the three young monks in front of him.
Not to mention ten moves, the three young monks may have fallen under Wan Lin and Feng Dao within one move.
After Feng Dao was injured, he had already taken a pill of the healing holy medicine Xiangmo Pill. Then he felt a ball of hot air suddenly rise in his dantian, and the scattered true energy in his body surged into his meridians again.
He hugged Wan Lin who was knocked away by the old monk, and then he saw the three young monks rushing towards him. A layer of blood suddenly surged in his eyes.
He forced a wave of internal force, rolled out from under Wan Lin, and shook the flying knife in his hand towards the cold light flying in front of him. He then pulled out the fragrant demon whip from his waist, and a carp rushed up from the ground
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At this time, a strong murderous aura had appeared in Feng Dao's eyes. He pulled out the fragrant demon whip wrapped around his waist with his right hand and stepped in front of Wan Lin in one step.
The whip in his hand roared up, and a whip shadow danced in front of him, and rushed straight to the three young monks in front. A fragrance swung out with the dancing whip shadow and quickly spread throughout the temple.
The three young monks who were stunned had realized that it might be a misunderstanding, but before they could come up with a countermeasure, a whizzing whip shadow appeared in front of them, and a murderous intent suddenly surged from their faces.
He took the weapons in his hand and rushed straight into the flying whip shadow.
The three of them rushed to the whip shadow, and the little monk raised his hand and threw out a cold light. The weapons in his two senior brothers also penetrated into the whip shadow.
At this moment, two crisp sounds of "pa" suddenly sounded in the whip shadow, a dart and a long lancet slashed out of the whip shadow, and a "swish" sounded fierce.
Inserted into the hard wall.
The whip shadow danced out by the wind sword was extremely fast. He whipped the darts thrown by the little monk. The whip shadow then wrapped around the lancet knife in the hand of another monk and threw it out vigorously to the side.
He then took a half step forward and flashed the long stick that the great disciple smashed hard. His right hand holding the whip shook hard, and the tip of the whip was wrapped around the arm of the great disciple holding the whip, followed by a "huh".
Throw out vigorously.
The bearded apprentice didn't expect the other party's whip shadow to be so fast. He just slammed the long stick in his hand vigorously, and the other party's whip shadow appeared beside him. His right arm tightened, and his body was on his arm.
The force came from the ground and flew straight to the side.
Feng Dao saw Wan Lin being injured by the old monk's fierce palm force. He was really anxious. His hand was very fast! In his rage, he danced the long whip in his hand and blew a gust of wind, and at the same time attacked the front of him.
Three opponents.
His howling whip shadow instantly pulled away the weapons of the two disciples of the other party, and then rolled up the irritable monk and threw it out to the side.
He threw the monk in front of him and then took a half step forward. He shook the whip with his right hand and waved it straight to the second disciple. He raised his left hand at the same time. A flying knife was about to use it on the side.
The little disciple of the hidden weapon threw it out.
Just as Feng Dao raised his hands up again, "Stop, retreat!" A powerful roar with internal force sounded at the same time, and a sharp palm wind also hit the whip that Feng Dao danced.
Ying Fengdao was shocked and quickly stepped back half a step, then turned his head and looked to the side.
It turned out that when the old monk saw his three disciples in danger, he let out a deafening roar while whipping at the whip shadow of the wind knife, and made a fierce palm wind.
The old monk hit the Feng Feng, but did not take advantage of the situation to rush towards Feng Dao. Instead, he stood there and shouted at the three disciples who were about to rush forward: "Get back, don't take action!" He looked towards Feng Dao like a gust of wind.
Rush to come.
Just now, when the old monk saw the young man in front of him, he risked his life to retract his internal strength and screamed, and the fierce little hill king who rushed to his head suddenly flew back in the roar of the other party. He stood there in a daze.
He already knew that Wan Lin in front of him had very deep skills. Although he was not as good as him, he had no ability at all. He hit the young man with strange internal skills in front of him with a palm.
Moreover, he knew from the roar of Wan Lin and Feng Dao that the other party risked his life to summon the fierce little hill king, and that he had escaped from the critical moment!
He looked at Wan Lin who was knocked away by his palm and suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was trying his life to retract his internal strength, and then used his palm power to escape from him and summoned the one he had already pounced.