Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Your Majesty, it seems that we can only ask another kind of monster to deal with him." Wei Tuo suggested.

Now it seems that except for Warcraft, no one can be Zhang Sanfeng's opponent.

"Well, we can only ask it to take action." Kangxi was not stupid, and he could naturally see that no one in his group was Zhang Sanfeng's opponent, and only the magical beast was capable of fighting.

Strange spells began to come out of his mouth.

"Roar!" The Spin Turtle roared, flew out from behind Kangxi, and rushed straight towards Zhang Sanfeng. The battle in the field seemed to be in balance again.

"Made, the Qing Dynasty really has some useful information."

"Third brother, I'm going to deal with Obai. Let's deal with these little shrimps now." Feng BoE suggested.

"Haha, little shrimp?" Bao BuTong nodded: "Go ahead, this guy Ao Bai is really annoying."

"Kill him first to improve morale."

"Lest other soldiers and horses have trouble dealing with it."

Feng BoE nodded, jumped in front of Obai, who was already a monster, and said in an extremely calm tone:

"Obai, I, Feng Boping, have cut you three times today to kill you."

"Lest you endanger the world."

"King Yan." Obai looked directly at Feng BoEi, growled lowly, and swung his big hand towards Feng BoEi to grab him.

"The first cut will kill the injustice"

Feng BoE simply drew his sword and slashed with it.

Jam!

Obai didn't even have time to dodge, his rough skin was scratched a layer, and the sword light impacted his body surface, stirring up traces of blood.

"What a fast sword. How did this Feng Bo Evil become so strong?"

People in the world were shocked.

Before the storm, he could barely squeeze into the top ranks of the martial arts world.

Now, not to mention being able to fight with monsters.

It was even able to cut through the demonized Obai. Such strength was simply unbelievable.

"The second sword, Li Renhen."

Feng Bo Evil waved his second sword indifferently, and the sword was heavily veiled.

His body was shaken violently, and Obai's body-protecting scales instantly collapsed, causing a sharp pain in his bones and flesh. .

"The third sword - Feng Feifei."

This time, Feng BoE's right arm swelled.

The sword was swung out, drawing a circular mark in mid-air.

The force of the knife was like the wind, slowly expanding, rubbing against Obai's body layer by layer.

"呲呲~"

The strength of the knife rubbed against the scales, sending out bursts of sparks.

brush--

Just when Obai thought he had blocked Feng Bo Evil's slashing attack with his scale armor.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a majestic force was transmitted along the mace's body and into his body, cutting his body in half.

The huge body suddenly fell to the ground.

Black blood flowed on the ground, emitting a disgusting stench, and he could not die anymore.

Three sword strikes, and Ao Bai is dead!

"How is it possible that Obai was killed?"

"Is it possible that Feng Bo Evil has become a super master? It's too scary. He treats Obai's defense as if it's nothing, and his sword speed is terrifying."

"My premonition is getting worse and worse. Murong Fu's retainers have surpassed all sentient beings in this world."

"The only people who can be compared with him are Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren."

Amid the discussion, Bao Buping smiled lightly and said to himself:

"Even I have to be careful when dealing with Lao Si's sword. If I want to defeat him, I must be within two hundred strokes."

"Although Obai is big, he sacrifices his speed, which is just right for Lao Si's sharp knife."

After hearing what Bao Buping said, all the martial arts people in the Qing Dynasty, including Mi Cangqiong, came to the rescue.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

It is estimated that among them, only Mi Cangqiong and Fang Shizhou are capable of fighting.

As for who wins and who loses, I'm afraid only God knows.

"Such a fast sword skill, no wonder Oboi is no match." Wei Tuo was always observing everything on the battlefield, and after seeing Feng BoE's sword, his eyes were slightly surprised.

Obai has become a demon, and his strength will rise to a big level.

At present, although there are very few people in Obai who can break it.

Coupled with the demonic energy, he really didn't know how to lose.

"Damn it, our Qing Dynasty is missing another tiger general." Kangxi was not happy anymore.

The Qing Dynasty originally had only a few people, and there were even fewer warriors.

No one died, and he was heartbroken.

"call!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is here!" The person who came was none other than Monk Wenjue.

"Haha, this monk is pretty good, I'll do it." Bao BuTong smiled "hehe" and wanted to compete with Wen Jue.

"Wait, third brother, leave this monk to me." Deng Baichuan stopped Bao BuTong and said with a smile.

"Hey, why?" Bao BuTong asked in displeasure, "This is the person I like."

"Hey, third brother, you are still young and have many opportunities to become famous. Let's give this to the eldest brother." Deng Baichuan laughed "haha".

He put the bag behind his back and said to Monk Wenjue: "You fight me, but I want to see what's different about you, a fake monk."

"Amitabha, the donor has taken a picture, and the poor monk is a monk, not a real monk, nor a fake monk." Wen Jue smiled and didn't care about Deng Baichuan's teasing.

"Interesting, let's see if I don't blow your head off." Deng Baichuan waved his hand, a slap in the air without any fancy.

The palm is strong and possesses overwhelming talents.

"Arrogant!"

"So arrogant."

"Does he think he is Murong Fu?"

Hearing this, everyone in the Qing Dynasty who was watching the battle was filled with indignation.

"Amitabha, good palm skills." Wen Jue felt a strong force in his palms, and his face couldn't help but look solemn.

Don't dare to pick it up.

After the demonic energy was exerted, a phantom of the demonic Buddha appeared.

boom--

The two palms collided in the air, releasing a powerful burst of energy and setting off a gust of wind, almost isolating the battlefield.

"So strong!"

"This Monk Wenjue, I have never seen him take action before. I never expected that his strength should not be underestimated."

"That Deng Baichuan is not weak either. Look at him. He hasn't moved at all. He is simply not human."

After the hurricane dissipated, Deng Baichuan stood in the sky, and praised indifferently: "Not bad, not bad, your monk's strength is indeed good."

"Come here and give me a slap."

Wenjue smiled softly and joked:

"Haha, that's what the monk has in mind. Don't hold back, lest the poor monk can't bear the force and hurt you."

"Having angered your family's Ben, he is changing his ways to take revenge on the poor monk."

Deng Baichuan's face changed, and his sharp force came out of his Dantian and entered his arms. His whole body swelled up, and he shouted sternly:

"You stinking monk, I thought you were a nice person, but I didn't expect you to dare to sow discord with me, the head of the family."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it."

Brush brush brush…

Deng Baichuan waved his hands continuously, emitting countless palm shadows.

The palm shadows all over the sky gathered together in the air, and a huge palm shadow slowly moved forward, overwhelming the black Buddha behind Wen Jue.

"Amitabha, donor Murong is a protector of shortcomings, but the poor monk is right." Wen Jue laughed "haha", his tone was full of confusion, and the Buddha behind him was not idle either.

Put your hands together and make bursts of Sanskrit sounds.