The bright moon is high in the sky, and the breeze is blowing slowly, but the smell of blood in the outer courtyard is drifting away, and the smell is so strong that it is nauseating.
Hong Xiguan knew very well that in addition to the treasure map of Southern Shaolin, his head was also bound to be captured in the other party's operation this time. By leaving him alone, he could at least contain Duoma Ning'er.
Judging from the fight just now, Hong Xiguan has met his least favorite opponent.
Ma Ning'er, who had been modified by the demon monk from the Western Regions, still looked like a human on the surface. The bones and blood vessels throughout her body were all specious, more like weird tissues that proliferated wantonly on her body. She neither felt pain nor existed. stress response.
Just now, Hong Xiguan seemed to be stabbing with a spear, but in fact, he had used the devil-subduing stick method from the North Shaolin Temple. This stick method was introduced to Shaolin by the famous general Yu Dayou, and was specialized in breaking armor and acupuncture points. However, after some testing, Ma Ning'er didn't know anything about it. No reaction.
What was even more dangerous was the other person who came in. His martial arts skills had reached an advanced level, and the door was hard to find. His long fists were not amazing in appearance, but they were powerful and precise. Only when his strength was reduced by ten would he suffer such a loss.
Seeing the two injured men fighting in a trapped beast, the leading officer was not too polite. Just when he was about to order his troops to surround the two men, Ma Ning'er had already come to kill him like a madman, vowing to take away Hong Xiguan's life.
"Let's go!"
In desperation, Officer Hong Xi swung his palm backwards to pull Jiang Wen out of danger first.
But the force Hong Xiguan used to hit him suddenly disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea. It was as if Jiang Wen was an empty bellows box. The harder he exerted force, the faster the air flowed.
What's even more strange is that this power suddenly disappeared and suddenly burst out from another completely opposite direction. The power of the Vajra Palm pushed backward actually sent the opponent forward. Jiang Wen rushed towards Ma Ning'er like a cannonball. !
"The opponent has two tanks in the front row, with support and field control, and our assassin was seriously injured again..."
Jiang Wen's torn Taoist robe was completely separated, and the strong wind coming from Ma Ning'er was facing his face. Even though he was in the air, his movements of bending down, closing his eyes, putting up hands, and facing the enemy were all done in one go.
"...of course we have to cut the back row!"
Seeing the change, Ma Ning'er still pointed directly at Official Hong Xi, intending to take the enemy's head with her poisonous claws, so she only used her left hand to deal with Jiang Wen. Her rotten body in soft armor was open in front of the opponent without any scruples.
The strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries is the most magical tactic in Ma Ning'er's hands. He himself is already invulnerable, and his body contains strange poisons. He can often kill his enemies if he finds just the slightest flaw!
Jiang Wen also had a brief fight with Ma Ning'er just now. He was good at hitting him with soft palms that could overcome hardness. It was like hitting him with a solid rubber ball. It was useless. Not even a trace of the vibration that the human body should have could be transmitted, let alone Expecting to hurt your heart and soul.
But this time, Jiang Wen suddenly changed his attack method, raised his palms and turned his fists, slamming down on Ma Ning'er's chest. A palm force was like iron wrapped in cotton wool, piercing the right palm to the right, turning to the left and crossing the palms, and they collided with each other in a dizzying manner!
Compared with the thin Jiang Wen, Ma Ning'er's limbs were swollen and thick. She should have gained an advantage in the collision, but in the end, the poisonous Ma Ning'er deviated from the direction and was stepped on by Jiang Da's boss. The screen wall on the other side.
"Senior Brother Yan, be careful! His target is the child in your hands!"
The leading officer sitting at the command had eyes like a hawk, and he could see through the opponent's intentions in the flash of lightning, and hurriedly warned him, but those who continued to attack did not wait, and Yan Zhendong did not have much experience in fighting the enemy.
His subconscious action was not to jump out of the way, but to use his Iron Cloth Shirt Kung Fu to protect the two children he had captured behind him. His back was like steel against the frost, blocking the way.
In hand-to-hand duels, he is confident that his hard skills don't have to fear anyone.
This is also true. According to Yan Zhendong's iron shirt skills, Jiang Wen's most unexpected attack has been broken. It is impossible to retreat. The only way out is to hit the iron wall in front of him.
The Qi in Yan Zhendong's lungs was raised to 120%, the skeletal fascia was layered and locked, and the back muscles that had been wiped with decades of secret recipes and polished for many years were as densely woven as fish scales, vowing to block every trace of dark energy. penetrate.
"You've been fooled!"
A voice spread throughout the yard, and everyone realized that it was Ma Ning'er who had been knocked out and threw away the bricks angrily, but he only used his right arm. The bones of his left hand that had just received the attack were twisted, and a piece of it was already dented.
The poisonous blood was flowing down his arm and dripping sizzlingly on the ground.
Yan Zhendong's mind was like a thunderbolt, but it was too late. The iron shirt made of steel on his body suddenly shattered with strength, and a sharp pain penetrated like a spider web, as painful as bone marrow.
This kind of force is not clever, but it has the insidious poison of breaking through the face. The source is Jiang Wen's fist with three fingers below the middle finger tightly clenched, and the knuckle of the index finger protrudes like a phoenix eye!
Jiang Wen quietly used the Phoenix Eye Fist, protruding his knuckles and forming a straight line with the back of his hand. His thumb pressed tightly against his index finger to provide stability. The fist was so domineering that Yan Zhendong saw it from the corner of his eye and even thought he was holding a big fist. The iron cone breaks the horse and kills the general!
Pain and sudden shock occurred at the same time. Because of his stagger, the two little hostages were thrown into the air. They were caught by two chains that were thrown accurately and were instantly pulled up to the roof!
"Mom, take them and leave first!"
The Qingting spies who split up their forces to pursue the attack did not expect that the two men who abducted the Fifth Ancestor in full view of the public would sneak back onto the roof without anyone noticing, and also take the remaining two children away with them.
Hongdou untied the chain and threw it towards Hong Xiguan again.
This time, Hong Xiguan didn't need to pretend to be dead. He completely put down his cover, grabbed the chain with one hand, suppressed the internal injuries and stabbed Jiang Wen repeatedly with his gun. Then he grabbed Jiang Wen's clothes and flew up to the roof.
Master Lu, the leader of the army, instantly stood up and wanted to lead his men in pursuit, but Lama Keba stopped him with his hand.
"Stop chasing."
Lama Keba said calmly with a smile on his face.
The leading officer glared angrily: "Most of the damage has been done, let the prisoner go! What are you going to do when you go back?"
He was reprimanded directly, but the lama's death-like face didn't mind and continued.
"Chasing? Now that we have exhausted all four of our trump cards, and Ma Ning'er and Yan Zhendong are injured again, do you think you can beat Hong Xiguan and the others?"
Mr. Lu's eyes were slightly cold: "We won't know until we catch them!"
Lama Keba handed the wheel blade in his hand to the monk soldier, clasped his hands and said: "I still have a fifth card! I have just poisoned the two children with the strange bone-rotting poison. We don't need to look for it next. I can't solve it." They who prescribe poison will come back to me obediently!"
Mr. Lu frowned, but finally nodded and said: "That's fine. I just didn't expect that in addition to the cotton palm kung fu, that weird Taoist priest is also proficient in hard kung fu boxing..."
The leading officer's doubts were reasonable, and his eyes were so vicious. The plan for tonight's embarrassment was also improvised by him, taking all factors into consideration. However, he did not expect that Jiang Wen suddenly displayed a style that was completely different from the previous one. Martial arts.
