surnamed Wang

Chapter 132

With the body against the weapon, the scene of five steps of blood spattering did not happen.

Monk Laitou's fists seemed to pass through a layer of golden light, and when they collided with the zhemei in Wang Gangquan's hand, there were fierce sparks, and there was no damage at all.

"Why does this old guy have so many moves?" Zhong Li, who was watching the battle from afar, couldn't help muttering.

He has been in the Ministry of Punishment for many years, and he has heard a lot of rumors under his ears and eyes. Whether it is the golden bell cover that releases his true energy, or the Vajra Palm he used before, including the current Tiger Fist, they are all first-class. For advanced kung fu, if you don't practice it for decades, you won't be considered a master.

But what Monk Laitou is using now is the power that can only be obtained after cultivation.

……

At this time, Wang Qingquan seems to be fighting evenly with the opponent, but only he knows the bitterness in it.

He has already used all his strength, but the opponent is not sure, and judging by his posture, he probably still has more strength.

"What else are you looking at? Go ahead!"

Wang Gangquan is not a stubborn person, seeing that he can't beat him, he starts shaking people.

Yan Rongrong, who was watching the battle from a distance, was already eager to try. Hearing Wang Gangquan's call, he rushed over with a gun first.

Nie Yingxue found an official sword from nowhere, followed by rushing towards this side, leaving Zhong Li left to look and look, and finally sighed, drew out her saber, and joined the battlefield without hesitation.

Four hits one, bullying the few with the more, although it will hurt your face if it spreads, but in order to save your life, don't be embarrassed, besides, didn't the brothers come here to eliminate harm for the people?
The four stood around the monk, surrounded by them. Although there were more helpers, the atmosphere was more tense than before. Wang Qingquan didn't point out that they could hurt each other, even if they disturbed the other's sight.

The monk surrounded in the center didn't panic, he looked around first, and then began to take off his robe slowly.

Everyone around was puzzled, they all looked at him quietly, wanting to know what tricks he was up to, but Wang Gangquan was sober in the world at this time, he roared:
"What are you doing in a daze? Take the opportunity and hurry up!"

At this moment, he began to regret his decision a little, and he recruited three pig teammates together.

The other three people only realized when they heard the sound. They have been gentlemen for so long that they forgot that there is such a thing as sneak attack in the world.

The four of them rushed towards the monk together, but the old monk was still not in a hurry. He clapped his hands, and the true energy in his body was released instantly. This time he did not use the golden bell shield, but broke through his clothes with more fierce true energy, just like that Under the eyes of the other four people, a shirt exploded!
"Peng!"

The black monk robe turned into thousands of fragments and shot out towards the surroundings. Seeing this, the four had no choice but to give up the offensive and resist with the weapons in their hands.

"Eight-armed Arhat!" The monk spat out a move that had never been shown before.

Damn, what is it this time?Wang Gangquan and the others couldn't take it anymore, how much kung fu does this old monk know?

You don't need to guess, you know, this time it's Dacheng again.Monk Laitou waved his arms and brushed off the remaining tattered monk's robes, revealing the strong muscles hidden underneath.

His fists were swung out so quickly that people couldn't help but blur their eyes, and the afterimages of his arms were caused by this. Counting them, there were no more, no less, exactly eight.

This scene really echoed the sentence: the monk can exercise, and no one can stop him.

Zhong Li took the brunt of the attack, followed by Yan Rongrong, Wang Gangquan was eager to protect his wife, and he didn't care about the formation, so he rushed forward to resist the attack.

Although the fist of the old monk was no better than the Fuhu Fist just now, it also made Wang Gingquan retreat more than ten steps, and the arms he used to block were so painful that they seemed to be broken.

Seeing that the formation was broken, the old monk rushed forward first, and instantly came to Nie Yingxue, and grabbed her slender neck.

"Sister Nie!"

Yan Rongrong couldn't help but exclaimed, at this time Zhongli had been knocked down to the ground, his life and death were unknown, Wang Bingquan had also been punched ten steps away by the punch just now, and the old monk strangled Nie Yingxue to death with only one breath.

At the critical moment, there was a sound of "嗖", and a red glow hit the monk's arm. This red glow was exactly the zhemei thrown by Wang Quanquan in a hurry. If the monk refused to let go, he would be pierced by the zhemei arm.

However, the monk was extremely decisive, and immediately released the arm that restrained Nie Yingxue, and turned to look at Wang Handquan.

When Wang Gangquan realized that something was wrong, it was already too late, the old monk once again activated the supernatural power of shrinking the ground to an inch, came to him in an instant, and then grabbed his neck.

At this moment, Wang Gangquan's body was lifted off the ground, and he could no longer use his strength.

Then there was only a "click", his neck was twisted abruptly like this, blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, his whole body was lifted in the air like a sandbag, and he lost his breath.

"Do not…!"

Yan Rongrong wailed in pain, her eyes were instantly blurred with tears, she couldn't believe that the man who was like a god descended from the world on the battlefield died like this.

But before she could cry, Wang Gangquan's body turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared with a "peng" sound...

It was the first time for everyone to encounter this kind of situation. When they were in a daze, a sharp knife came out silently and stabbed the monk's back.

A moment of hesitation is fatal in a master's fight, not to mention that the Laitou monk is still in a daze at this time.

Although it was only for a moment, Wang Gingquan still grasped it. He thrust his sword with all his strength, and the target was the monk's heart.

The old monk realized it later, and instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he was stabbed firmly with a sword, but unfortunately, the sword did not kill him, but pierced his shoulder.

Under the pain of the monk, his body rushed forward quickly, while Wang Lingquan was prepared in advance, stepped on the monk's back, and drew out the sword under the help of his strength.

Although the Laitou monk on the other side escaped the fatal blow by chance, his shoulder was pierced at this time, and his entire arm could no longer exert strength.

"While he is sick, kill him!"

Wang Gangquan yelled, and rushed forward first, and the other three hurriedly adjusted their status when they saw this, and rushed towards the old monk.

The trick he made just now was a substitute technique, which was the trick used by his cheap master to fake his death back then.

Ever since he learned this skill, he has never had a chance to use it. He only used it just now while taking advantage of the chaos, but he didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good.

Monk Laitou saw the menacing approach from the opposite side, he snorted coldly, hooked his five fingers and grabbed the top of his head, the top of his head was scratched by the sharp fingertips, and suddenly became bloody.

"What is this old monk doing?" Zhong Li asked, which was also a question in other people's minds.

"Not good, hurry back!"

From the beginning of the battle, Wang Gangquan's spiritual sense has been paying attention to the opponent all the time. Seeing his abnormal behavior, he has stepped up to be more careful, and at this time he has noticed that something is wrong.

Soon, as the bag above the monk's head was scratched, black beetles began to crawl out of the bag one after another, and everyone backed away.

The number of these beetles is astonishing, but the body is much smaller than the original one, about the size of a soybean, but the sharp-eyed Wang Handuan found that each beetle seemed to have a red spot on its abdomen.

Soon, the beetles covered the monk's feet, like a black wave pouring towards everyone.

Zhongli knew how scary the beetle was, so he asked Wang Gangquan in a panic, "Hero, do you still have kerosene on you?"

Wang Gangquan rolled his eyes and pointed to his chest, "Does it look like there is stock here?"

(End of this chapter)