Chapter 1291

"What do you say?"

Er Gouzi was stunned for a moment and thought he had heard something wrong.

Qian Daoyou repeated again. This time, he pointed to ergouzi and Daqingzi, and said: "we nine swordsmen of Nanshan have come to get rid of you two demons

Two dog son turn head to look at big green son, way: "that boy says is specially come to deal with us?"

Big green son sneer: "not long eye every year, today seems to come especially much!"

"That's right. There are years when you don't know how to live or die. This time, more people come here."

Er Gouzi was not angry and said, "you have to clean up these bunnies!"

Looking at Qian Daoyou and the group of friars, he said in a loud voice, "none of you want to run today. All of you must die!"

On hearing this, Qian Daoyou and his gang began to cry out: "you two devils, stop talking nonsense. Today is your death date!"

Another friar in yellow came forward, pointed his sword at ergouzi and Daqingzi, and said, "devil, give me your life!"

After drinking, he took up the sword as the vanguard and rushed to the city head, forcing Daqingzi and ergouzi.

Big green son and ER Gouzi sneer, the strength of this friar is not their opponent at all.

Even if these nine people join hands, they are not their opponents. I just don't know where they got the courage. They are so arrogant that they have to deal with big Qingzi and ER Gouzi. It's really unwise.

Seeing that the swordsman in yellow broke out to fight the devil alone, the remaining eight monks cried out in a hurry: "don't underestimate the devil, Liang Daoyou, be careful!"

Where did Liang Daoyou take care of his companion's persuasion? What's more, what's the chance to pull the sword back?

Oh!

A sword roared and hissed.

Liang Daoyou's sword stopped a foot in front of Daqingzi and ergouzi. He could not thrust forward, nor could he withdraw. He could only stay in the air, as if frozen.

The long sword in his hand, which he did not know was affected by any force, was trembling violently, thus sending out bursts of swords.

The sound of the sword sounded more like the sword trembling with fear.

"Hold on, Liang Daoyou. I'll come back later!"

The remaining eight monks yelled in unison and rushed out with their swords to the head of the city.

Looking at big green son, er Gouzi said, "the son named Qian belongs to Ben Wang. Don't move that son!"

Da Qingzi couldn't help but smile and said, "don't worry, that son of a bitch is at your disposal!"

Er Gouzi is happy and happy.

Big Qingzi's eyes were sharp, as if shooting a sharp edge.

Then, the swordsman in yellow, who was set in the air, broke into pieces in his hand, and the fragments pierced his body one after another.

Through the fragments of the Yellow swordsman's body, he continued to rush towards the eight monks who were coming here.

Chuckle!

Chuckle!

...

the fragments of the sword shot out like lightning. Each fragment contains a strong force, just like a flying sword!

When the eight friars saw that this piece of "thin sword" which was strong like electric light, they did not dare to fight against it, so they formed a colorful array and tried to block the flying sword.

Ding Ding Ding!

Ding Ding Ding!

...

another sound of swords was heard. The fragments of flying swords hit the formation one after another, and then broke one after another, making a ding ding sound, just like the sound of a flying sword hitting a big clock.