"What a coincidence! We meet again! The judge of the desert and... this guy!" She was in a rare mood. Tuotuo, who had always been serious, looked like a flower and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. Of course, she would not forget to slowly pull out her silver chain sword;

"It's you!" The judge of Damo subconsciously glanced at the scars on his waist. The scars were still warning him that this woman was a very dangerous person and that he was at a disadvantage in the last battle with her. This is an indisputable fact. If it weren't for the last move, would it be a big deal to escape without any hesitation;

Han Wen retreated back, slowly closed his eyes, and for a while, he let out a breath of turbid air: "Leave them at all costs! Capture them alive! Otherwise we will be shot into a hornet's nest by the outside Shenji camp! Book boy! Mei Niang! Prepare to assist the judge of the desert to fight the enemy! Bald head, firecrackers, and bring people to place gunpowder bullets around. If we can't survive, no one can think of it! Blast him here!"

"What about me?", Master Xuanye leaned over with a smile, and Han slapped his bald head angrily: "Bald donkey, don't make trouble... I really didn't expect that a dignified fourth-rank official in the court was actually a martial arts master, and even more unexpected was... You had already colluded with Prince Qing!"

"You don't know more!" Ma Ming changed his usual image as a literati. He lifted up his robe and tightened his belt around his waist. He carried one hand behind him, put four fingers together with the other hand, slowly poked out his right leg and right hand, and shook his wrist, which made him look very comfortable?

"Internal boxing, Emei Mian Palm? It's really rare! You can't learn it without more than twenty years of hard work! It seems that you are already at the level of entering the house! I really want to sigh that Master Ma not only reads well, but also has great martial arts skills, but unfortunately... he didn't use the right place!";

Han Wen narrowed his eyes. He had seen this routine starting style in the picture album given to him by the judge of the desert. It was just some martial arts names, and some were combined with the starting style. After all, they were all martial arts that were not passed down. It was already very good to have a starting style picture;

"Good eyesight! Boy! Have you heard of the 'Legend of Human Stick'? Return your words to you!" Ma Ming laughed in a silence, moved his steps, and his hands were constantly changing between the real and the real, heading straight for Korean;

"Look at whether your Emei Mian Palm is powerful or my Broken Heart Palm is powerful!" Hu Meiniang shouted sweetly, sweeping her skirt, turning around, and greeting her palms! Broken Heart Palm is strong and powerful. Even without the internal skills of cooperation, it cannot be underestimated by relying solely on external skills;

The whistling wind made Ma Ming secretly call the police, and his arms changed faster, and did not directly collide with Hu Meiniang. He exerted the flexibility and difficulty of the palm to the extreme. He forced Hu Meiniang to stop at his speed, just like a tiger pounced on his food;

Emei Mian Palm has reached its peak, and its movements are stretched like cotton, and its movements are continuous. It advances like a tiger pounces on its food, and its retreats like a milk swallow returns to its nest. It is obvious that Ma Ming has learned three of these flavors, which are definitely not comparable to ordinary people. He is such a genius! You must know that he spends most of his life studying to make money, and rarely practices this martial arts;

Tuotuo neither appreciated nor surprised his performance, it was very plain. Obviously, she knew that the scorpion of the silver chain sword swung its tail, Tuotuo tilted his neck, loosened his muscles and bones, and his body was stretched three feet high. The silver chain sword suddenly stabbed out and automatically stretched, and stabbed at the judge of the desert quickly like a poisonous snake!

"Shutong! Help me!" The judge of the desert understood that if he could not get rid of Tuotuo, or if he was knocked down by Tuotuo, then everyone would not have to live. Now, face is worthless, and he is responsible for the lives of more than a dozen people!

"Swish--!", the scimitar was unsheathed, the judge of the desert threw away the scabbard, twisted his hands, and divided the scimitar into two, forming a double sword. The handles of the knife were combined together, forming a huge dart. The silver chain sword that was stripped away in the flash was about to stab him!

"Shuh!", with a crisp sound of gold and iron, Shutong raised a shield in front of the judge of the Desert. There was a small steel shield on her left arm, blocking the silver chain sword. The judge of the Desert helped run from behind, Shutong put the shield on her shoulder without looking back;

"Dang!", like a dragonfly, Shutong's body shook, but the judge of the desert jumped more than one meter, and suddenly threw out the double-edged flying knife with his right hand, launching a sharp attack on Tuotuo with a huge whistling sound! It was extremely fast!

Tuotuo bent backwards, dodged the flying knife, and stood up straight as if rooted under his feet. The silver chain sword took action again and headed straight for the judge of the Desert who had not yet landed on the ground. He had no way to leverage his power in the air. The judge of the Desert was about to be injured, and Shutong appeared in front of him again, raising a shield to greet him!

Suddenly feeling a whistling sound behind him, Tuotuo hurriedly turned sideways and put the silver chain sword over, "Sher-!", a wound that was not big or small bloomed on Tuotuo's waist, and the red blood slowly flowed down;

"Bang!", the judge of the desert steadily grabbed his scimitar!

After a little blood was stained, Tutuo looked at the two people in front of him with appreciation. This was called tacit understanding. They believed in each other very much and dared to rely on their lives. Unfortunately... they must be killed! Must!

"Hello—!" With a delicate shout, Tuotu stretched out his sword forward. The scorpion-like silver chain sword contracted freely and was extremely rapid. The tacit cooperation between the judge of the Desert and Shu Tong was not at the moment. The moves became faster and faster, and Tuotuo became even more dangerous!

"Swoosh..." As if there was a sound, I saw only a piece of clothing in the air, but no one was seen. The judge of the desert was a little stunned, but Shutong felt the danger, but now he was too late to be prepared, so he could only... stand up to greet him!

"Sher—!", a big bloody mouth appeared on Shutong's arm, and blood was trickling;

"It's a seven-layer cicada suit! The desert judge is in danger!" Han Wen screamed in surprise and said with hatred: "Bald... Get ready!"

"I understand! I'm here!", it was not the bald man who answered, but he was also considered a bald man. He thought he had taken away a few scars than the bald man. This guy was actually called - bald donkey! Master Xuanye, the one who claimed to be the ancestor of Shaolin Temple in Songshan!

"Stand for a while! The monk captured this bastard first!" The monk's lazy eyes flashed violently, his arms shook, and a strong wind was mixed with. He carried his left hand behind his back, his right hand closed his palm on his waist, and his feet rushed out quickly, just like a low-flying swallow!

"If you practice some kung fu, you dare to call yourself a martial arts genius? Let you see what a martial arts genius is! The monk is in front of you! He still surrenders?" With a loud shout, Master Xuanye seemed to have an invisible force on his right hand, and suddenly hit him out. At this time, he was more than one foot away from Ma Ming: "Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm!"

"Ah!", at least no one can do the things that hurt people from the air here. However, Monk Xuanye was too fast and seemed to have not touched Ma Ming. Ma Ming screamed and flew out, his left arm drooped weakly, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. His image was miserable. He was almost defeated with just one move!

"Little girl! Don't be so arrogant! Let's see how the monk deals with you!", screaming, Monk Xuanye turned around and jumped out in one go, without any dragging, this time he changed his starting position;

A big fist stretched in front with an extremely arrogant attitude, ordinary, but strong and powerful. This is to simplify complexity - Vajra Arhat Fist! The most yang and strong, invincible! Like the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm, it is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin!

The 72 Shaolin skills have changed a lot from ancient times to the present. Many of them have lost their skills and suffered from them after practicing them. Therefore, they have been constantly changing and increasing the number of other skills to complete the 72 skills... In fact, it is just a good way to save face in the famous and upright schools!

Shutong was seriously injured, and the judge of the desert was not much better. There was a flying needle inserted on one leg. This was the unique skill of "Black Body Hidden Needle". It was a very superb technique for casting hidden weapons. Combined with the seven-layer cicada suit, she was unique in the world, and she had the style of being the best in the world. But today she met a monk who was out of tune;

A fierce breath came, and Tuotuo forced his retreat to the judge of the desert. After a silent sound, a layer of cicada clothes were removed at an extremely fast speed. The monk had already rushed to the front and shouted: "Broken--!"

The seven-layer cicada suits are made of silk spitted out of special golden silkworms outside the border. They can withstand the attacks of many sharp blades and remove many powerful blows, but the power of the monk is far beyond her imagination... The cicada suits are broken! They are ruined and become fragments!

Judging from the practice of the seven-layer cicada cloak, it requires absolute speed and special cicada cloak, especially the latter, which is very harsh. The kind of golden silkworm is extremely rare and produces very few silks. For many years, Tutuo has just collected these seven-layer cicada cloak. This "seven" does not represent a specific number, but is just a description. The seventh layer is probably the limit that Tutuo can control now;

The martial arts were broken? He was as proud as if he was a little surprised. A flying needle flew out of his body, silently and without a trace. However, the monk stole his horse and closed his eyes without caring. He had something to rely on - Shaolin's 72 unique skills Golden Bell Cover! The flying needle fell to the ground! It did not pierce his black skin as thick as the Great Wall brick;

"Hahaha! The apprentice of the girl from the Pure Clothing Sect? Go back and tell your master... That's a shame. If you return to the secular world, ask her if she can make do with me!" The monk said heartlessly, and suddenly a group of people fell;

Originally, this guy was always bragging, and no one believed him, just thinking that he was a foodie who was eating and drinking, and who would have thought that he could be so fierce? This really broke everyone's common sense and broke the eyes of the dog all over the floor;

"Damn it! Still want to run away? Are these monks blind? ", the shy monk, suddenly roared and rushed out, and fell into a drunken state, making the horses cry unknown east, southwest, northwest, and above and below;

In just a short while, the monk used four Shaolin savvy skills! This guy is a real martial arts master and a martial arts genius! No wonder the old Shaolin abbot begged to take on his disciples and took Xuanye, who was only a few years old at the time, as his Shaolin children! He has such a clever vision!

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