Sword Among Us

Chapter 116

Shaolin thirteen sticks!

In the memory of happy past lives, the strength of these thirteen Shaolin monks is far stronger than the thirteen swordsmen who followed the desert knife singer Dingbeihou from the desert king court.

'Shaolin's thirteen sticks' is amazingly combative, and it has practiced a set of volts, and in the deep squad, the essence of the battle is more and less, even if there are dozens of masters at the same time, It can also be easily taken down and destroyed, and in the mission of the emperor's birthday, he has lost his name.

Speaking of it, these thirteen people are even happy brothers in the past, but at that time, the happy skills were low, and the other party could not look up.

"Last world, you are here too. At the last moment, you lost your darts and you have to give up. In this world, I will clean up the mess."

When I heard the fierce fighting from the official road ahead, the blue-shirt youth slowly stood up from the seat - he was naturally the ‘happy’ at the foot of Lushan.

Changed the black suit, black clothing, happy and calm face more and more mysterious and handsome, I saw that he did not hesitate to take out a black cloth, fasten, cover the face, "嗖" A bang, jumped away from the pavilion.

......

The battle took place at the intersection ahead.

I saw the dart car, which was already very ruined. One of the ruts was smashed into two halves. Three brocade boxes fell to the ground. Not far away, there was a horse in the pool of blood, and it was motionless. a lot of time;

choke!

"clang……"

Thirteen sticks were covered with anger and guarded around the brocade box. They were fiercely fighting with more than 30 players in the outside. There were more than a dozen strong archers with bows and arrows on both sides of the official road. God, the arrow locks a stick, and the people who are besieging mess with the stick.

At first glance, this group of people has been carefully planned and prepared, and it has been a long time since they stared at the thirteen sticks.

Although the sticks have the advantage of group warfare, a group of players who are ambushing here are obviously not mediocre. They are not in love. They just use the archers in the distance to properly raid them, causing the sticks to be used with one heart and even three. They couldn't leave the dart car, and they quickly became stretched. The three sticks hanged, and the fighting power was greatly reduced after the middle arrow. It was difficult to continue to maintain the stick.

In contrast, the other side, continue to swim without attack, cats and mice like the archers occasionally storm once, thirteen sticks, one by one, full of anger, resentment:

"Shameless villain! Don't hide yourself!"

"Hahahaha... The villain is a villain, in short, the darts in your hands, we are going to fix! And your life!!" The attacker did not mind the curse of the stick, sneer, continue to use this method Killing the life of the thirteen sticks and gradually destroying their volts.

"There is a kind to come! Take the copper wall!"

With the scream of the first stick, the thirteen Shaolin monks changed their hands at the same time. The iron bars in their hands were like a turntable. They madly rotated and alternately moved forward and backward. After a time, the wave of arrows was completely resisted. Even the players who intended to attack were also dizzy, and several people were injured under the retreat.

The magical effect of the long-armed archer's annexation is fully utilized by the thirteen sticks!

"Glyphs are small."

One of the attackers rushed out of a group of people, burly, dark-faced, sharp-eyed, and his hands wide open like a machine, leaping away, eagle, top-down, pounced on a recent Shaolin club.

"roll!"

The thirteen sticks reacted extremely fast. The three men were neatly arranged in rows, and they stepped up, mixing the golden sticks with heavy sticks, and taking the thunder to simultaneously hit the people...

boom!

When the person came to the waist, thighs, chest and abdomen at the same time, the pain screamed and flew out.

but.

At the same time of hitting the people, a huge force came back from the other side. The three Shaolin sticks felt the internal force surged, stepped back, and the face flashed an unusual red tide.

The archers in the distance immediately caught a trace of the flaws in the wall of the copper wall. The three men were in the middle of the arrow, and the whole stick appeared in a loophole.

With a few sticks dancing and dancing, it will be able to block the annihilation.

However, the three people are the arrows in the arms, and the movements are not as good as before. It is impossible to continue to maintain the sticks...

For the first stick, look at the person:

"Iron cloth!"

A group of clubs discovered that the people who were hit by the three companions were only standing back a few steps in a row, and they looked as usual, and the voice was very loud. It was completely unharmed.

Even if it is a guru-level body, shouldn't it have such terrible defenses? !

"Lonely!"

There was a cold air in the air:

I saw that the man had already leaped high again and rushed over.

"Get back!"

Several sticks twirled alertly, this time they all used 10 to 10 forces to fly the latter again;

Ordinary players are so slammed, even if they are even more powerful, they should suffer from a minor internal injury;

However, this time the latter only stepped back three steps to resolve all the strength of the body, slowly raised his head, revealing a face full of smug and embarrassed expression.

Thirteen sticks have changed their face...

"Excellent body."

"There is still a little brain."

The man smiled coldly, then smiled and put on a color that did not hesitate to smother: "Hands!"

Archers move together;

More than 30 masters of creation have been dispatched together;

Under the great damage, the thirteen sticks who lost the protection of the sticks could not stand the siege of more than three masters of the same level, not to mention the full-time archers with cold arrows.

Never had ten tricks...

Thirteen sticks were put down one by one, blood stained red and guarded the dart car for several days, tribute.

"The people of Shaolin Temple should be coming over soon, take the dart box, let's go!"

A group of people acted very quickly, destroying the thirteen sticks, rushing to pick up things, leaving a place to be insane, and soon disappeared without a trace.

A group of people just walked in the front foot, and the middle-aged man in the pavilion appeared between the bodies of the thirteen sticks, frowning and glanced at him, shaking his head and sighing:

"His grandmother, knowing that these monks are so bad, will help you solve those archers, hehe!"

After that, I glanced at the direction in which a group of people left, hesitating whether or not to catch up.

A total of nearly 50 masters of creation, acting in such a unified plan, should be a family or a team of people, he alone, it is difficult to grab things from the formal organization.

Just when the man was uncertain, suddenly his face changed, his feet were a little bit, and he quickly disappeared from the place.

Horseshoes thunder!

"Drive! Drive!"

"Walk around!"

A group of people who just got the darts rushed back quickly, and the dusty flies behind them. A group of imposing and sullen men crossed the horse and chased them behind.

The burly man was running at the forefront, the wind was at his feet, his head did not dare to return, his face was full of anger:

Grandma!

Just robbed, I met the people of the Greenwood Alliance, so how can it... Have a mysterious master? !

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Hey, when the wood is recommended, the heart is a bit big.

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