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Drink a palm of your hand and breathe green flame, and it turns out that the Great Brahma Clave has ten kinds of martial arts, and the Great Brahma Clave has four doors in one vein. It is the Great Brahma Clave that has four doors and one martial arts. After practicing, it must take decades to pour true gas into Fo Yin. Most of the true qi in the process of practicing is blocked by Fo Yin, but there is one thing that can’t be put to good use. Only when it comes out of the cocoon can it be considered as a bitter experience.
The great Brahma crouched in the palm of his hand and the palm of his hand soared. Seeing that the middle-aged Confucian scholar would die, Wang Foer sighed in his heart. He would summon the two dharma gods and could not come. He could cover his eyes and wait for the tragic defeat.
However, he is not sure about the subtle plot in the field. The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly coughed a lot when he was lazy. Jiuquan gushed out from his mouth. If the position he took was just elsewhere, Lingshan saw that it was actually taken to his crotch. If he was seen to be old and weak, he would lose his face. Therefore, the palm of his hand did not split the Confucian scholar, but he was shocked to get Jiuquan.
"Where did you come from? So fierce and overbearing? Watch me fly my sword and take your life. "
The word "flying sword" was exported to Wang Foer, who was suddenly surprised to see that the middle-aged Confucian scholar flew out of the middle of the sword and fought with Lingshan.
The old monk in Lingshan roared repeatedly, and the blue flame burst out from the palm of his hand. This strange flying sword made the blade hum and vibrate.
"Middle-earth Chinese martial arts have reached the first level, or they can drive a weapon to attack a target a hundred paces away or cultivate a big move to recite dharma spells, but they can’t be so smart without five mana!"
Wang Foer was afraid of encountering something to dress up as a pig and eat tiger. He secretly made a move in his hand, a big sun flame knife and a ten-square chop circle to prepare to summon the three dharma gods to go out together.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar put the sword in his hand and immediately pinched his waist with a shock, pointing to Lingshan and swearing at the Confucian scholar’s profound knowledge. There must be allusions in the three sentences. Wang Foer barely understood three or four of them that had been amazed.
Less than ten sentences in Lingshan, a Confucian scholar’s mouth, have been reincarnated. Grandparents have made indecent deeds. Twenty sentences Lingshan has tried to attack the first bitch, the first slut and the first bastard in China, and so on.
Later, the old monk Lingshan was already on a par with the most famous evil figure in the thousands of years’ history of Middle-earth China.
Although Lingshan’s hands are shaking with anger, one stroke is more important than the other, but he can’t get this clever flying sword.
More than a hundred tricks in the past, Wang Foer has seen that this middle-aged Confucian scholar did not manipulate the flying sword. The seemingly ordinary sword should be a sealed town and something else, and it also exudes a sinister aura. Every time you touch the palm of Lingshan, the sword will suddenly flourish.
In the end, Wang Foer can clearly see that there are ten figures, men and women, all of whom are ferocious and have a deep sense of injustice, and they have taken off from the body of the sword and struck Lingshan with the sword light.
The soldier summons the corpse soldier and the protector of Wang Foer. Both of them are entities. This strange sword calls out but there is no entity. The spirit is similar to the ghost soldier that Wang Foer has ever seen. It is ten times and one hundred times stronger than power.
"The old monk in Lingshan is dying. I can’t stand by and watch!"
Wang Foer knows that Lingshan is the highest martial arts practitioner in their profession. If Lingshan is defeated, it will be difficult for the remaining seven elders to win. If this middle-aged Confucian scholar kills all the living, even if he has three dharma gods, he will be lonely and uninteresting.
"Ten square chop will circle the big sun flame knife! Blow that bastard’s head! " Wang Foer ignored that strange flying sword and targeted the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Chapter 97 Wang Foer Knife
The middle-aged Confucian scholar seemed to be aware of Wang Foer’s attack and shouted, but when the ten sides cut the circle and the big sun flame knife was about to die, his sinister sword suddenly got rid of Lingshan and returned to the Confucian scholar’s side to block these two vicious moves.
"There was a little bald guy who watched me take your heads together!"
The Confucian scholar was awe-inspiring and unafraid of the sudden disappearance of a sword in his hand.
"Shit, this is invisibility!"
Wang Foer learned the chanting from Fotuo Shi, and knew that there was an invisible chanting in the 100 kinds of chanting in Lantuo Temple. Since Lantuo Temple had such a magic door, Confucianism was likely to have similar spells. When he thought of this, he immediately burst into flames and burst into black phosgene, forming an image of an iron tower.
Tink!
As expected, Wang Foer stopped the Confucian scholar’s sneak attack.
The Lingshan monk was furious in his heart. He was very anxious when Dou Jiu didn’t come. Now he felt even more embarrassed when Wang Foer intervened. "I can handle this sour Confucian!"
Wang Foer tried his best to urge the true spirit so that the image of the tower would not be scattered. The Five Emperors Dragon Boxing is very powerful, but it also consumes a lot. Where does he have time to bicker with Lingshan? He secretly scolded, "This guy must be a master of art, and his invisibility is flawed. I can’t even get away, let alone fight back. Don’t give up in anger, and I’ll be out of luck!"
The old monk in Lingshan obviously hasn’t thought of this yet. He put the attack range in the palm of his hand and the air flow in the field, and all the targets of dozens of feet were shrouded in it.
A place behind Wang Foer faintly revealed a grievance that made Lingshan immediately find the target killer.
"The old monk in Lingshan is not a simple and good combat experience here, but you can also refer to it!"
Wang Foer immediately followed suit. Outside generate, the crystal clear ice and snow were frozen in ten directions, and a small snowstorm was created by several frosts. The figure of Confucian scholars could not be hidden!
"So cunning, two bald men, but this one won’t be difficult. I think I’m hiding from the ground!"