Chapter 237

Wucheng took the opportunity to unload their strength. Although they were retreated by the earthquake, they were not hurt.

There was a mixture of disdain and anger on his face.

The stubborn young man doesn't like to retreat. No matter what reason he retreats, it will make him angry. Duan Xin knows that next, Wucheng will launch a thunder attack.

He stumbled back, but his eyes became more and more gloomy and ruthless.

Several guardians obviously didn't expect Wu Cheng to be more belligerent. The two on the left took the first shot, and the fierce long knife slashed away. Wu Cheng shook his body and avoided the long knife on the left. At the same time, the broken knife in his hand stabbed into the front heart of the person on the right half a beat, and then turned one side of the knife and stabbed into the throat of the person on the left.

The action is overbearing and magnificent.

At this time, the other two long knives had already hit the back of the neck, and the fierce killing opportunity was not allowed for reverie. Wu twisted forward like a ghost and rushed to the ground. When he fell to the ground, his knee was on the ground, and the other foot rowed along with the trend. The whole person twisted and pulled up, and the broken knife instantly stabbed into their hearts, fast and strange.

Wucheng slowly dropped his hands, and the four guardians were still standing, but their eyes were all violent and full of fear. They didn't believe it. Before the big eye Guardian looked carefully, the four people fell to the ground. The stabbed part finally shot blood and the wound turned outward.

The big eye Guardian couldn't stop looking at the broken iron piece of Wucheng. He didn't expect it to release blood so happily.

Feeling the cold in his heart, he decided that to put down the young man in front of him, he had to make up dozens of experts.

He held the long knife tightly and said angrily, "boy, don't be too proud!"

Wu Cheng did not speak, but raised his face and responded with a "so what" look.

At this time, a loud voice sounded: "are you not afraid of being punished by God because your sins are so heavy?"

With the words, there came seven or eight monks, all in their thirties. Each one was as casual as a stroll, but the hard bluestones on the ground broke one by one with the steps, and a series of sparks appeared on the ground drawn by the long knife.

Seven or eight people came, and the scene was quite wild.

When the big eye Guardian saw that it was them, he smiled with a secure victory.

This terrible strength and just fierce momentum also made Duan Xin frown, but he still smiled and said, "the Buddha is in my heart. What am I afraid of?"

When they came to the temple of Hinduism, they did not leave the Buddha. For these monks, this itself was a kind of humiliation. Everyone stared. The middle-aged monk said, "Your Excellency, you are not afraid that we will kill your friend to vent our anger?"

Duan Xin took a step forward and said proudly, "if Arle has any mistakes, I promise to keep the temple!"

How arrogant this tone is.

The middle-aged monk thought that the boy knew the rhythm of death. Don't talk nonsense. His narrow eyes shot two knife like cold lights and said, "please!"

Hula Chao, these monks are killing crazy.

Wu Cheng entered the body to intercept, his dead eyes suddenly opened, and the broken knife stabbed out.

These knives are not wonderful, but they are enough for these monks to dodge. However, they have a tacit understanding between their actions. Although the people in front Dodge, they are for the more stable attack of their companions behind. In a moment, two cold knives go up and down to Wucheng, and another three or four knives have shown their edge. Once Wucheng is careless, the knives in his hand are not only difficult to run, but also can't advance or retreat, There is only one way out.

Wu Cheng had already been vigilant. When he saw that he was trying to break away from the encirclement, Wu Cheng bent his waist and took the initiative to enter the encirclement. It seemed that he wanted to die. He could break the killing opportunity of jumping on the knife, but he galloped quickly.

The monks were slightly stunned, and the long knife flashed out.

At this time, Wucheng had rushed to the back of the encirclement circle. The monk in front of him suddenly waved a long knife and swept his head. Wucheng explored his right hand and changed the stab to cut. He was cutting at the edge of the knife. With a click, his fierce strength forced the knife to get rid of it and fly to the middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk picked up the corner of his mouth and held the knife to collapse the long knife.

Although the long knife flew away, the middle-aged monk still felt the numbness of the tiger's mouth. Wu took advantage of the cutting force. It was really incredibly strong.

Wucheng didn't stop. The broken sabres split and cut. They were all the sabres of monks. Everyone knew that the closer they were to their hands, the more resistance they had. But Wucheng attacked here. These monks were all experts. But in the face of Wucheng's seemingly simple and clumsy actions, he didn't dodge the way of resistance and let him smash and fly weapons.

Seven or eight long knives were shot back and forth at the middle-aged monk. Although he didn't participate in the war, he was so busy that he turned his eyebrows and eyes and became the most active one. Although he broke these knives one by one, he felt a great pain in his arm. At present, he kept his breath and strength and didn't dare to neglect.

The monks without weapons also tried to kill the enemy with their palms. In only more than ten seconds, their hands were empty. Although their steps were still calm, they were not worried in Wucheng's eyes.

Next, Wu Cheng smiled at them, his body was violently instigated, and his broken knife stabbed out.

The sound of the knife into the throat is not big, but it is connected.

Shock people's ears and mind.

After a circle of stabbing, the monks fell to the ground in a circle.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk's face was as gray as death, and his eyes showed helplessness and pain. Duan Xin lazily spread his hand to him and said, "what makes you so confused?"

"I heard that facing death and accepting death is your goal!"

The middle-aged monk was so angry that he burst out with a violent drink. Although his momentum was like a tiger, he still prayed in his heart at this moment that Wucheng would not stop him.

Unfortunately, Wu Cheng has always been puzzled.

Seeing that Wu chengheng came across, although his scalp was numb, the middle-aged monk still drank angrily and greeted the attack. He hoped that his play under the fury could restore the guardian's reputation.

Most of the skills of Indian people are just and fierce, otherwise they won't be called open and hanging A-San. However, although the protagonist in the film can put down a piece by waving at will, in reality, every point of just and fierce strength needs to be cultivated hard.

On this point alone, middle-aged monks are confident.

Whether it was combat experience or strength, he did have something extraordinary. Seeing that Wu took the hand fast and powerful, he was also full of the strength of his arms and attacked wildly.

The two men's knives met each other, and suddenly a huge golden sound came out.

Each other was shocked by the strength of the other party and withdrew for several meters. It seemed that the attack was a perfect match. No one suffered a loss and didn't get a bargain. However, the middle-aged monk knew that he had lost, because he found that Wu Cheng's eyes suddenly brightened again, like a reflection of a person's death.

The boy is like a machine. He doesn't know fatigue and pain.

The middle-aged monk involuntarily showed embarrassment and shame, as well as helplessness.