Su Hang took the stick mirror and pushed it towards the angry demon's arm that Hui Jue had hit. The iron wire on the stick mirror was wrapped around the arm in a mess.
His arm was entangled in an instant, and then Su Hang took the stick mirror and pulled it back, while the awl on the mirror surface of the stick mirror pierced his arm.
But when the awl pierced the arm, the armor-piercing power on the arm suddenly activated, the awl on the mirror shattered instantly, and then the whole arm hit Su Hang.
Seeing that the stick mirror didn't work, Su Hang pulled the stick mirror toward the back. The wire was wrapped around it. He immediately let go of his arm and retracted the stick mirror.
Then Su Hang picked up the stick mirror and flicked it towards the stick monk.
Immediately, the iron wire on the stick mirror started dancing wildly, like an octopus with more than ten claws. The wire was like a tentacle. It moved towards the arm of the stick monk, mysteriously arranging the sword formation of the Seven Star Sword Formation, forming a
Spoon-shaped, this spoon is entirely composed of sword energy.
Point the spoon towards your arm and scoop it out.
The spoon carries infinite sword energy!!
The arms are filled with the energy of all kinds of angry demons!!
The spoon and arm touched together.
boom……
The two of them flew three feet away at the same time. The stick mirror weapon in Su Hang's hand was broken into pieces. He himself was fine, but Hui Jue was not so well. His face turned blue and there were stick mirrors stuck everywhere on his left hand.
Broken pieces.
Huijue's arm shook slightly, and the fragments on his arm flew out. At the same time, blood flowed out from the wound on his arm. Huijue's right finger pointed at the arm repeatedly, and the bleeding was stopped.
"Amitabha, donor, now that you don't have this strange weapon, I wonder if you are still a match for this monk." Huijue said.
Hui Jue is the head of the Eighteen Bronze Men. The Eighteen Bronze Men usually have two places in the Shaolin Temple. One is to serve as a checkpoint to stop the disciples from going down the mountain, because the Shaolin Temple has a rule that if the Shaolin disciples want to go down the mountain, they must pass through the wood.
People alley.
There are two levels in the Wooden Man Alley, one is to beat the wooden men, and the other is to beat the eighteen bronze men.
Another way to go is for the Eighteen Bronzemen to go out to kill evil and eliminate evil, slay ghosts, support justice, and promote Shaolin. Of course, they also occasionally take on the task of Zhihutang to earn some commissions for Shaolin. Last time Zhou An went
To save Lin Zhengfeng's family, even the 18th Bronze Man will save Lin Zhengfeng's family, earn some commissions, and improve Shaolin's reputation.
Therefore, Huijue has rich fighting experience and is a master of practical combat in Shaolin Temple.
"You are injured now, and your combat strength has been reduced. Even if I don't have weapons now, I can't deal with you." Su Hang said.
Huijue shouted loudly and said: "The zombie whips the corpse!"
Hui Jue used his arms instead of sticks, his palms turned into the heads of the demons, his arms turned into the bodies of the demons, and a soft black stick condensed in his hands.
Huijue waved his arms and whipped Su Hang with a soft stick.
"Use Qi to condense the sword, use the sword to form, use form to form the formation, seven-star sword formation, kill!!" Su Hang pinched the sword formula with his fingers and said loudly.
He saw seven qi swords condensed in front of him, arranged in the position of seven stars, in the shape of a spoon, condensing traces of sword intent in the air, forming an extremely powerful seven-star sword formation, killing Hui Jue.
boom………
The two parties collided again.
Su Hang flew out.
Huijue had six swords stuck in his body.
Zhou An understood a little when he saw the appearance of the two of them. Hui Jue used his arm instead of a stick to use his strength and force, so he knocked Su Hang away.
Facing the Seven-Star Sword Formation, Huijue showed no resistance. He only blocked one sword while the other six swords were thrust into his body.
"Huijue wins, otherwise we will compete in the next game."
Suhang's flight ended in failure.
In fact, during the second major competition, Abbot Yuankong added a rule, that is, during the fight, you are not allowed to be knocked out of the martial arts hall. As long as you are knocked out of the martial arts hall, you will be considered a failure.
"No more competition." Hui Jue looked at the injuries on his body and said. Although Su Hang flew out of the martial arts hall, he was more injured than Su Hang. His arm was injured before, and now he was stabbed by seven swords. Even if he was more injured than Su Hang,
Even one battle will fail, and it may aggravate the injuries on the body.
Wudang lost the first game.
In the second game, Wudang Pang Pang Er came on stage, and Shaolin sent Hui Ping.
Why did these two people get together again? They had argued with each other during the last debate. Now they have bumped into each other again in the competition. They are so destined.
"It's you again, don't be beaten until you cry this time." Pang Pang'er said with a lewd smile.
"You're the one who's crying, right?" Huiping said in counterattack.
"Then let's see who makes whom cry. Don't really cry then." Pang Pang'er said.
"Who is afraid of you?" Huiping said.
Pangpang'er and Huiping got into a fight.
Pang Pang'er didn't hold a weapon. He relied on the fat on his body and used Tai Chi to use his strength to punch him one after another.
Huiping used a crescent shovel, and he was dancing like a tiger, and he hit it with shovel after shovel.
Although Huiping had weapons, he did not gain the upper hand because Pangpang'er's Tai Chi was too strong, and he used the leverage to strike so well that he could play with the crescent shovel in Huiping's hand.
Pangpang'er had long seen that Huiping saw that he was not holding a weapon. Huiping was holding a weapon and wanted to use it to defeat him. However, Huiping certainly did not expect that the crescent shovel in his hand would actually reduce his strength.
Quite a few, so I was at a disadvantage all of a sudden. The top
Pang Pang'er didn't knock the weapon out of Huiping's hand, but let Huiping hold the weapon and defeat Huiping step by step.
Huiping's mind was too simple and he didn't expect Pang Pang Er's sinister intentions, so he entered his trap step by step.
When Huiping reacted, it was already too late. He was knocked to the ground by Pang Pang Er's Tai Chi and could not get up.
In the end, Pang Pang Er won this competition,
Wudang now has one loss and one win, a draw.
Pang Pang Er came to Wudang with a proud smile and waving his hands. The joy between his eyebrows could not be concealed.
Although he didn't lose in the previous debate, he didn't win either. It was just a tie. But this time, he won, and he also defeated Huiping. This is really very happy.
The other Wudang disciples were also very happy, but Su Hang had a bad face. After all, he had argued with Pang Pang'er before, but now he lost and Pang Pang'er won. He had thousands of feelings in his heart. Pang Pang'er had won.
Fatty didn't find any trouble with him. After all, they were all disciples of Wudang. Fatty's face was still given to him.
Huiping's face was gloomy, and he returned to Shaolin. His brothers comforted him softly. While comforting him, they analyzed the battle just now and reminded him not to do it again in the future. If he encounters monsters in the future,
It would be death to make such a mistake again.
In the third scene, Zhou An from Wudang plays, while Shaolin plays a disciple whose hands are curled up like dragon claws.
Zhou An came on stage this time because he proposed it himself. Zhou An wanted to win five games by himself. He felt good about the rewarded Yin Yang Mirror and wanted to get it.
He has won five games in a row, and there is no way Yin Yang Mirror would not give it to him.
As for the way to win, Zhou An has already thought of it.
This time, except for martial arts, I don't plan to use any other abilities. Of course, martial arts alone can't deal with it. Zhou An also needs to use foreign objects.
Zhou An put the Baizhan Armor into his Taoist robe and stepped forward.
The disciple from Shaolin Temple also came up to the front.
"Wow, the elder actually sent Jingjin out this time."
"Who is Jingjin? Why haven't I heard of him in the temple?"
"Jingjing is very powerful. Those outside gave him a nickname, the Great Master of Evil. He has killed many ghosts and evil people with his dragon claws and his hands."
"Wow, so powerful. He will be my idol from now on."
Two young monks aged fourteen or fifteen were mumbling.
After Jingjin came onto the field, his hands formed like dragon claws, like two evil dragons, biting away at Zhou An.
A white bead suddenly appeared in Zhou An's hand, and a white light suddenly bloomed, illuminating the surrounding area in white.
Jingjin's eyes were instantly filled with white, and Jingjin closed his eyes in such a dazzling light.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a sword on his neck. As long as he moved slightly, the sword on his neck could kill him immediately.
Although the competition is now taking place and both sides are not allowed to take lives, the dense aura on the sword still makes Jingjin's hair stand on end.
Jingjin gave a wry smile and said, "I lost." After saying that, he ignored the sword on his neck and retreated.
"This is why you said Jingjin is a master."
"Yes...right."
"How could he be defeated so easily by that Taoist priest from Wudang?"
"Maybe he was careless."
"Do you think it's possible?"
"It should be that this Wudang Taoist priest is too strong, that's why he failed."
"Originally, I wanted to take Master Jingjin as my idol, but now I'm disillusioned. Now that I see him so vulnerable, I'd better find another idol."
Two young monks aged fourteen or fifteen continued to murmur.
Zhou Anfeng stood calmly in the field, and another person was sent from Shaolin. This time, he was a tall and thick monk.
This monk is about two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, and even seven-pack abs on his abdomen. He looks like a bodybuilding coach from his previous life.
But Zhou An saw another scene. This Shaolin monk had trained his body to be so strong and good. It was obvious that he was practicing Shaolin hard skills, otherwise he would not have trained his body to look like this.
"Senior Brother Jingtie is out. This Taoist priest named Zhou An can't win this time. Let's watch the show."
"Is Senior Brother Jingtie so powerful?"
"Senior Brother Jingtie is certainly powerful. He practices the Vajra Power Fist. One punch has the power of ten tigers. It can smash a large table-shaped stone into pieces. It is extremely terrifying."
"Is it as beneficial as you said? It's just that I feel so unreliable."
"I still think that Senior Brother Jingtie will win. Senior Brother Jingtie can defeat Zhou An with one punch."
"What if Senior Brother Jingtie falls for Bai Zhuzi's trick?"
"My master has said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger. Zhou An has already used the white bead. I don't believe that senior brother Jingtie will fall into Zhou An's white bead trick."
Two young monks aged fourteen or fifteen were still mumbling.