beg for chivalry

The cloak was so tightly wrapped that it seemed as if it was going to get embedded in the flesh and tear off the entire arm.Jin Wu only felt the wound on his arm was in pain, and blood flowed from the sleeve of the arrow, dyeing the silver flowers on the cloak into red petals.

Ming Hongzhu just looked at him with a smile, and didn't move, just tightly bound his right arm with his red cloak.The storm is not calm here, and another wave is rising there.Neng Liang let out a roar from his chest, picked up two vertical melons, and threw them at him at the same time!

If he was hit by that gourd, his body would be out of shape.Jin Wu shuddered all over, threw the knife in his right hand, and grabbed the handle of the knife with his left hand.

The moment the pumpkin fell to the top, he met a pair of heavy hammers with the tip of the knife.Neng Liang hit his knife like a gust of wind and rain, once, twice, three times, until dozens of times, hundreds of times.There were spider web-like scars on the sharp edge, and the band and grid seemed to fall apart under the fierce attack.

The edge that dripped the blood of the enemy in the past was shattered under the heavy pumpkin.Every time Jinwu took out the knife, he deliberately used the tip of the knife to catch it, and the rain and iron fell one after another, and the wolf's head knife became shorter and shorter.

Neng Daliang's energy was not exhausted at all, and he shouted proudly: "Your knife is about to be smashed bald by Lao Tzu! When the last piece of iron is smashed by Lao Tzu, it will be your death!"

The Raksha ghost had difficulty reaching the enemy, and retreated frequently, smashing many stone bricks along the way.He retreated to the side of Yamantaka, the black Buddha statue with 34 arms outstretched in the flames, each holding a magic weapon.He saw the right moment, stepped on the Buddha statue, jumped up with both feet, and grabbed the moon knife in Yama Dejia's hand with one hand.

When a pair of gourds from the leader of the Tunri Gang came to strike violently, he put the wolf head knife aside and grabbed the magic weapon from the Buddha's hand to resist.Neng Daliang swung the pumpkin once, and he drew a weapon from the fear King Kong's hand.

The leader of the Tunri Gang was annoyed, and shouted: "Damn it, this kid is playing tricks!"

Pestle sticks, hooked grass sickles, triangular arrowhead spears, wax sticks, human bone stiles, all the magic tools that can be seen are all caught by the black-clothed Rakshasa, gesticulating, and dancing so dazzlingly that it makes people dizzy.Neng Daliang hit him dozens of times with all his strength, only felt that this kid was cunning and cunning, like a dexterous ant, he could always escape from the sledgehammer.

There seemed to be a howling wind in the treasure hall, and the flying dust rustled.Later, the magic tools were used up one by one by the Raksha ghosts, leaving four or five Buddha statues and hundreds of Buddha hands empty.Jin Wu's hands were bloody, but he still showed his sharpness, and he didn't give way.I saw him jumping into the Jianghu disciples again, and took out the iron swords from the waists of the disciples, and kicked them away mercilessly.

The disciples were so annoyed that they protected their swords and dodged here and there, and shouted angrily at the same time: "This little thief has come to steal our swords to deal with the leader!"

"Take advantage of him and stop this evil spirit for the leader!"

But before the disciples of the Tunri Gang had time to line up to deal with the Raksha ghosts, they suddenly heard Neng Liang shout angrily: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way for me! Get out!"

The pumpkin hammer fell, startling the bricks and stones on the floor and the disciples like frightened birds.Rakshasa in black flashed into the crowd, it was not enough to be able to hit the beam, and it would not be possible to save face if it was not smashed. He was panting with two giant hammers, and he felt that his disciples were panic-stricken. Get flushed.

Neng Daliang glanced at the crowd, only to see a mass of dark heads, but he didn't know where Luo Sha had gone.

Just a moment later, the crowd parted amidst exclamations, and a dark figure rushed out.Neng Liang turned his head abruptly, only to see the Raksha ghost holding a moon axe, with blue eyes like torches, stepping on the knees, legs and backs of his disciples, jumping up and striking him straight!

"Damn you! Sigh..." Neng Daliang had no choice but to drag himself out of the way before he finished cursing.If it is an ordinary martial arts competition on a high platform, the masters of all schools only want to show off their master's skills, and they will stop at the end, but this evil ghost doesn't teach rules, and is full of thoughts on how to take people's lives, so people can't see through his moves. Law.

The moon ax was about to chop down on Neng Daliang's forehead, another red-clothed ray flew from the side, tightly bound the other hand of the black-clothed Rakshasa.

Ming Hongzhu put on his red cloak and smiled slightly at Jinwu: "You have been messing around for a long time, but now I can't ask you to mess around anymore."

This time both hands were bound by the extremely flexible cloak, seeing that Liang Neng picked up the pumpkin and rushed over again, Jin Wu kicked out the short blade from the boots, and kicked Madam Red Candle.

Mrs. Hongzhu turned around to avoid it, and the pair of silk wraps were still tightly wrapped around his hands.So the black-clothed Raksha did not stop doing anything, simply shook his hands, twisted the long cloak around the neck of the disciple of the Tunri Gang, and wrapped it around several times desperately.The disciple's face turned purple from being strangled, and he moaned repeatedly.

"Don't move, if you move again, I will strangle you disciple to death!" Jin Wu stared at Neng Liang and said.

The golden melon that could be held high was frozen in mid-air, his eyes spewed fire, and he cursed loudly: "You despicable and shameless bastard!"

Everyone also cast burning and resentful gazes at the black-clothed Rakshasa, but they didn't dare to move, for fear that he would really strangle the disciple to death.

The Raksha ghost said nonchalantly: "I heard that the more powerless people are, the more they tend to swear. If you swear more, I'd love to hear it."

Maybe if Daliang cursed one more word, the disciples of the Tunri Gang would be tightened by him.The disciple was foaming at the mouth now, his limbs were limp and paralyzed.

The leader of the Tunri Gang failed to cast fire on him, so he glared at Mrs. Hongzhu with his leopard eyes, and said, "Madam, this silk drape is something you have come in handy. Is there any way to let go of my disciple?"

Ming Hongzhu laughed with embarrassment: "It can be loosened, but it will be released together with Luo Sha. The concubine finally caught him, do you really want to let the concubine let go?"

Neng Daliang was in a dilemma, he hesitated for a while, "Let it go...forget it, don't let it go!"

Seeing this, the Jianghu disciples became more and more nervous.The disciples of the Tunri Gang were very anxious and shouted: "Guild Master! How can you let this little thief play wild on the treasure hall and let him hurt our disciples?"

The leader of the Tunri gang yelled: "You guys know nothing!"

The disciples backed away embarrassingly. They naturally didn't understand why their leader was so angry, and why their mighty leader didn't save the kidnapped disciple.Neng Daliang scolded them angrily, "You are the disciples of the Tunri Gang, why are you so greedy for life and afraid of death? You have no bones at all! Don't say that it was the Rakshasa in black who caught one person, even if he captured the entire Tunri Gang disciples and told me to put down the pumpkin , I won’t let you go!”

The disciples were whispering, and a few words flew into Neng Daliang's ears: "But isn't the first rule of our gang's gang rules to be 'fight for every profit, and save your life'?"

Neng Daliang blushed, and shouted loudly: "Shut up, don't make a sound, and the gang rules will be done in your heart. Anyone who wants to read aloud, I will break his leg!"

At this time, there was a stalemate in the palace.None of the righteous people in the world dare to ruthlessly kill in public, and it is difficult for them to be black-clothed Rakshasa.The disciples of all sects all pursed their lips, holding their breath and staring at the three people in the center of the hall.

The leader of the Tunri Sect angrily said to Luo Sha: "Okay, are you satisfied now? What else do you need to do to let go of that disciple from our sect?"

Jin Wu looked at everyone, "I want you to break off your martial alliance tokens and admit that you were defeated by me."

There was an uproar in the crowd, and the disciples blushed and became angry.Someone yelled: "Guangzhu, don't break! Don't destroy our prestige, grow his ambition!"

Yan Jiubian put on a look of righteous indignation, and leaned into Wu Wugong's ear and said, "Uncle Wu, this evil ghost is really unreasonable, he has made an inch of himself, he has no ability to beat Mrs. Hongzhu and Nengbangzhu, so he thought If you come up with such an insidious method, you will win without a fight!"

Amidst the din of the crowd, Raksha ghost said, "It seems that you are not willing."

"That's natural. How can we be willing to bow our heads by such a low-handed method?"

Jin Wu said: "Then I will give you a reason why you are willing."

He let go of his hands, and threw down the moon ax and long sword in his hand, leaving his hands empty.The disciple whose neck was strangled by the cloth in his hand was also pushed out by him and kicked into the crowd.But his hands were still tightly bound by the drape, and he could hardly move.

"Two years ago, I entered Guoshou's tomb, and I brought back the star array chess record on the high platform in his tomb." Jin Wu said nonsense, "Of the old Mr. Guo's game, three are the most powerful, One is Acacia Shenzhou, the other is One Blessed Star and the Moon, and the third is Tianya Wujiu. If it is used in the killing formation, it will use the earth as a pattern and people as sons."

"There are a lot of people here, and there are enough chess pieces. The people are lined up just to suit my heart, and everything will be fine. The game that Number Two Under Heaven has laid out is enough to make everyone willing?"

The Raksha ghost suddenly grinned, and everyone was shocked to see that he had a sunspot between his teeth.

Abbot Lang Si suddenly stood up, pale and said: "He wants to fight!"

At the Panshan Thousand Monks Meeting a few years ago, the black-clothed Rakshasa had disturbed the five magic circles of the monks in Wutai Temple, forming a Tiangang formation that taught people to fight among themselves.But at that time he was not deeply involved in the world, and the formation method was only learned from Zuichunyuan Shuge, and it was still awkward.

But now he has stolen the chess formation that the national players have studied for decades, and his skill is incomparable.The most difficult part of the killing array is to record all the places where the sons were dropped, but the Jinwu has the talent of never forgetting, so it is easy to do this.

A disciple tried to calm down and shouted: "Absurd, what a killing array! How can a living person be manipulated like a dead thing? Look at our leader, we have never seen such a big storm, and now we are calm and calm, without any fear!"

Everyone took a quick look and saw two gourds lying on the ground, Neng Liang had swung behind the pillars of the palace, and was nervously poking his head out to peek at the situation in the palace.Seeing a disciple looking back at him, he was sweating profusely, slapped that disciple's head, and cursed: "What are you looking at! The formation of national players... can... can I handle it?"

The Raksha ghost flipped his wrist, and his ten fingers tightly clasped the sunspot slipping out from the sleeve of the arrow.

In an instant, the black chess flew out like a shooting star, whizzed through the air, and quickly got into the crowd.

Cries of pain sounded from several places at the same time.Someone was hit on the shoulder and leg, and felt like being hit by a hammer. The pain was endless, and he had to stagger and move a step.

Heizi flicked left and right, hitting several people consecutively as if he had been calculated.The student who stabbed at Rakshasa in black with his sword tripped his legs, and the student who retreated slammed into the wall again.For a while, the hall was in chaos like boiling porridge.Everyone evaded in panic, but the small and heavy chess piece knocked down the sword and smashed the eye sockets.

Panic and commotion arose everywhere, and disciples from all factions shouted, "Don't come next to me!" "Guanglaoer of Panshan Mountain, take your legs back!" "I don't want to retreat, but this pawn has always been there!" Hit me!"

Neng Liang, who was hiding behind the pillar, suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and saw a red cloak spinning out of the chaos, binding himself firmly to the temple pillar like a swimming snake.Taking advantage of the chaos, Luo Sha broke free from the cloak, and tied up several disciples by the way.A group of Jianghu disciples were face to face, hands and feet intertwined, crying and struggling, tied up like rice dumplings and struggling desperately on the ground.

But the big beam was also tied to them, and I felt it was tightened, and my flesh was burning hot, so I shouted in embarrassment, "Mrs. Hongzhu! Let go, let go quickly, don't worry about that bastard, if we don't I'm angry!"

Amidst the noise, Rakshasa in black slowly stepped up the inclined steps.

He stood in front of the tea boat and looked down at the people sitting there.The figure of the evil spirit blocked the sunlight from outside the palace gate, like a lingering ink cloud.

The Golden Crow looked at the people seated, with blue eyes closed, and said coldly:

"Anyone else, let's come together."