Dongfang Yu and Zhao Ji have played dozens of tricks in the sand field, and it is difficult to win or lose in the meantime, but with the passage of time, the advantages of Oriental Yu are slowly revealed.

However, if he wants to kill Zhao Ji, it is not an easy thing, the latter is a fake shot, and run back to his camp.

Nanhuai Wang's side is a cheering, can defeat one of the eight fierce generals, this is definitely something to celebrate, but the other side is demoralized.

The old monk sighed, nodded to another monk, and saw the monk step out and stabbed an iron rod on the ground.

The monk shouted, “I am a monk of the Fahrenheit monk of the Cure Temple, and I don’t know who came to teach?”

A shadow came out, and the guy shouted, “Overseas scattered Li Tianyao, come to teach you high tricks.”

He said with his hands on his back, two flying swords came out, the flying swords were constantly waving in the air, and stabbed each other.

The fictitious monk drank loudly, and the iron rod in his hand jumped over the air, so he smashed the flying sword in the air, and the two flying swords actually broke.

Immediately after the iron rod flew forward, a moment on his chest, Li Tianyao only had time to scream, suddenly died.

People in the city look at the dizziness, did not expect this guy's name so loud, but in fact it is a wax silver gun head, this is too unbeatable.

The monk laughed and said, "It's too useless, and if there is no master, it is better to surrender directly."

Deng Wendi whispered in the city: "This monk's ability looks good, if you do not have enough self-confidence, do not shoot, then it will only fall in its own strength, there is no good for morale."

Zhuge wind smiled, flew down from the city, and said with a smile: "I am the true spirit of Zhuge wind, to teach the master's skills."

He said that he touched two short guns from behind, and when together, he became a two-headed gun, gently twisted in his hands, and then rushed past with his feet a little bit.

Raising a shot straight to the other side of the door, the gun tip in the air constantly changes, the trajectory is very strange, absolutely unstoppable.

The iron rod in the shadow monk's hand was constantly waving, and the body was guarded by the water, but the gun still came through and attacked his chest.

The monk was also surprised, his hands pulled on the iron rod, and he did not expect the iron rod to suddenly become a shield and blocked the gun.

Zhuge wind smiled slightly, single-handedly pinched a French seal, saw a golden letter in his eyebrows, then hand on it a little, and then pressed to the handle of the gun, the long gun immediately flashed a golden light.

Then the long gun kept turning, like an electric drill, and the shield was pierced and stabbed into the monk's chest.

The shadowy monk screamed and fell to the ground, but a black air rose from him and then disappeared between heaven and earth.

Sun Shutao's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, feel that the black air is not ordinary, is not a normal thing, should have something to do with the world of black lotus, it seems more and more interesting.

In the camp of the monk was a violent drink, and a particularly fat monk came out, and the monk shouted, "I am a fat monk, and today I want to avenge my brother."

Zhuge wind smiled slightly, the two-headed gun in his hand was put away, followed by the rapid stamp of the hands, and the words were also read in his mouth: "Mystery mystery is one."

It was to be seen that his eyebrows once again showed a golden character, and pointed it on the top of it, but it led out a string of golden characters, each turning into a little golden light in the air, and shot at each other.

The fat monk was also startled, his two hands kept patting his belly, and then he spit out a lot of fat oil, which turned into a net in the air, and all the golden light was blocked.

After the golden light was wrapped in these oils, it constantly made a choking sound, and it was really funny to smell like roasted lard on the whole battlefield.

Zhuge wind smiled slightly, the hands were stamped again, and there were more than ten kinds of characters in the eyebrows, which flew into the air again and began to combine with each other.

The fat monk actually regretted it in his heart, but he had to constantly pat his stomach, and the fat oil in one mouth was spit out, and these fat oils slowly formed a package and wrapped themselves in it.

Hong Ye smiled and said, "They all say that their families are clean soup and water, but this fat monk is full of fat, is he not obeying the rules, can he do it?"

A monk next to the old monk said in a low voice: "You girl and you know what, as the saying goes, wine and meat through the Buddha's heart, as long as there is a Buddha in the heart, the other is just a form."

Sun Shutao listened and smiled and said, "I'm afraid this is why you can find an excuse for yourself, as far as I know, there should be another sentence behind this, I advise the world not to learn from me."

You are so out of context, I do not know that Buddha will not be heartbroken after he knows, and if I say that you are alive, it is better to die."

The old monk was suddenly angry and said with a loud voice: "The old man is one of the 18 monks of the patriarch, how can you be so humiliated, and in a moment it will exceed you."

Just as they were fighting here, there were some changes below, and the fences finally broke the defense and turned all the fat oil away.

Now this fat monk, already thin and a hemp rod, is completely a leather bag bone, hit by those characters on the body, and instantly hit the honeycomb.

Zhuge Feng smiled and said, "The fat oil of this land is really wasteful, but unfortunately it can't be extracted, otherwise it will be regarded as a pig oil, and I believe that the people can also eat a good meal."

All the people laughed when they heard it, and only the monks looked red one by one, and all the eyes came out of the fire, hoping to swallow him alive.

At this time, there was a roar in the crowd, and a guy in a gold armor came out, and the guy shouted, "I am the prince of the Panyang Lake Dragon King, Ao Renxian, and I disdain to fight with this guy."

The last time the guy who killed our dragon prince, obediently got me out and died, and the anger of our dragon clan was not something you could bear at all.”Sun Shutao never regained his true body when he did not feel anything, and now he has regained his true body, which is the general existence of the ancestors of the Dragons, which is clearly a naked provocation to him and flew down to the city in anger.