The undead bull held the hammer, and a strange angle appeared in his body.

The huge hammer, because it was pulled up by the undead bull, was thrown behind. However, as long as you push forward, you can stand up straight.

But Zhao Yun is a moment, take advantage of this opportunity, has been pointing the undead bull back!

"Oh..."! Oh? Ouch The undead bull felt that his legs were out of control, and his body was just like that, but he couldn't stand up!

Holding a hammer, the beast of the dead retreated all the time. It was not that he didn't want to stop, but that he suddenly found his legs. He didn't listen to himself!

"Boy! What have you done to me? " The undead man Niu raised his head. Although he could speak, he kept retreating.

Zhao Yun did not answer at all, he took a breath, this operation, not everyone can play smooth!

This requires a rapid forward stab, constant attack, and adjustment of the position of the undead bull. At the same time, Zhao Yun has to take time to order a few shots at the spine and joint of the undead bull.

"Ah? Ah The undead bull didn't know what happened. He was so anxious that he was going crazy.

"Dangdang When Dangdang In front of him, fragments of bones were flying everywhere, and the undead bull with his head up could not be stopped.

Zhao Yun's gentian gun is too fast to see where the long gun is? Other people's shadows fly up and down. They are busy sweating. Sometimes they control the undead bull to retreat, sometimes they fight back.

In this way, the undead bull kept retreating and retreating. He couldn't stand, but he couldn't stand, and he could stand straight.

Suddenly!

"Click!" With a crisp sound, his joint bones finally broke, and the upper body of the dead bull suddenly felt a sinking, and then!

With a loud click, the whole upper body broke off.

"Interrupted

Jiang Mo speechless looking at the undead bull, this is the strength of four or two thousand jin!

It is also a way of fighting with strength in Taiji.

If Zhao Yun wants to beat the undead bull back, it's very difficult, but the undead bull shouldn't take back the hammer. This time, it's his own strength that makes him lean back.

During this period of time, Zhao Yun didn't give him a chance to use his counter force. Maybe the old waist of the undead bull is not good. It's probably because he doesn't have tendons. His stretching ability is too poor. He can't fold back even if he bends over!

Until he broke his foot, he didn't retreat, but he couldn't stand up.

The monk rushed over, slapped the wand with his eyebrows, interrupted the bones of the hand of the beast, grabbed the hammer, and then threw it.

Suddenly, a cold sweat came out of the monk's forehead and looked at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun helplessly raised his hands, said, I will not play you!

The monk was relieved and fell with a hammer.

"Boom" sound, directly smash the head of the undead bull, excitedly lift the huge hammer.

As soon as Zhao Yun's eyes changed, he shot his long gun.

"Dada, dada...!"

"Ah, ah..."! Ah! Zhao Yun, brother Zhao, take! Take...! "

"Ha ha...!" Jiang Mo and all the generals were laughing.

Zhao Yun, of course, is just playing with monks. He can't really order it all the time. He also knows that monks are the bones of Shenjing now. It's OK to order a few times. Otherwise, he won't make such a joke.

The monk put away the huge hammer and laughed at Zhao Yun. He didn't dare to speak rudely. How could the monk be really impatient when he knew Zhao Yun was quarreling with him?

After Zhao Yun, the monk came back with no embarrassment.

Jiang Mo was stunned: "go, go to the gate!"

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