Panther Commando

In the raging fire, Lingling smashed the opponent's shoulder bone with a murderous stick in her eyes. She followed half a step forward, and her left foot flew up and kicked the boy's stomach!

"Crack", with a heavy beating sound, the boy groaned and flew out on his back. The following boys saw the boy flying, and they quickly stretched out their hands.

A kid hugged the kid, staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground. The kid in his arms spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The surrounding boys looked up in shock. When they saw the two girls in front of them, full of murderous intent, they were still staring at them with long sticks and shotguns. They quickly put the boy on the ground and backed away in horror. Two steps, lest the two female killers in front of them would take another shot at them.

Xiaoya and Lingling were already furious. Just now, these ferocious gangsters actually attacked Wan Lin. They not only used their sharp swords, but also raised their shotguns, which made Xiaoya and Lingling really want to kill!

Although they tried their best to suppress the anger in their hearts and avoid hurting each other's lives, they had already used their internal strength in their moves, and their shots were very vicious.

The fire-lit Chanyuan suddenly quieted down, and only the shrill screams still echoed in the dimly lit mountains. A group of boys who were shot down by Lingling, all stood in the silent nunnery with their hands over their injured arms.

They looked in horror at the white-clothed old man who was strangled by Wan Lin, and the two glaring-eyed girls under the meditation room, lest they would kill them again.

Usually, these boys, relying on their martial arts skills and the characteristics of being remote in the mountains, do evil in this mountain where outsiders are rarely seen. No one dares to stop their atrocities. How could they have seen such a fierce opponent!

At this time, the old boy who was strangled by Wan Lin's neck as a shield was already out of breath by Wan Lin's steel pliers-like left hand. , the complexion has shown a layer of dark gray.

Wan Lin saw that Xiaoya and Lingling had restrained each other, so he released his left hand that was grabbing the other's neck and threw it to the ground. He followed a step and grabbed the boy's clothes on the chest. He stared at the other's terrified eyes coldly. He said coldly, "Do you really think that if you have martial arts, you can be lawless and do bad things?!"

In the voice, he raised the long sword in his right hand and thrust it down vigorously. The sharp long sword was inserted straight into the hard floor tiles of the nunnery. A humming sound followed from the sword that was shining with cold light.

He raised his right hand, pointed at Nianci Shitai and the two who were supporting Lingyu with one hand, and shouted angrily at the old boy in front of him: "Even such a Buddhist monk and a weak girl, You all want to do this ruthlessly, and now you are still taking revenge with these **** holding murder weapons, are you still a bit human?"

In the roar of rage, Wan Lin suddenly raised his right hand and slapped the old boy in the face with a slap! With a crisp applause, the old boy's cheeks suddenly swelled up, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a pig's head, and his face was covered with purple palm prints.

At this time, Wan Lin was already furious, and the whole person was like a furious lion. A female monk who is indifferent to the world and devotes herself to chanting Buddhism, was cut off her arm by these thugs; an innocent and lovely little sister was also seriously injured by their sharp knives and nearly died. These thugs have lost their humanity!

Now, instead of punishing the gangsters under his command, the old man in front of him instead relied on his martial arts skills, carrying a weapon to show off his power and breaking into this pure place of Buddhism, to take revenge for their disciples and grandchildren who were injured in self-defense by the master. Wan Lin couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

With his left hand tightly grasping the front of the other's chest, his right hand swung round and slapped seven or eight big mouths on the other's face. He then raised his right hand and slapped the old boy's dantian with a "pop".

He let go of his left hand, raised his right foot and kicked the old boy out, shouting angrily, "Bastard, you don't deserve martial arts, get out!"

Wan Lin's roar in his rage was like a blast of thunder resounding through the mountains shrouded in the night, and the towering peaks in the distance were echoing with a "humming" echo.

In the roaring flames of the nunnery, the old man in white who was kicked out by Wan Lin hunched over and flew backwards. A mouthful of blood spurted out of the old man's mouth. He rolled his eyes up in the air and passed out.

There was silence in the nunnery! A group of gangsters have been stunned by the scene in front of them. They all stared at the white clothed old man in stunned eyes, but no one dared to reach out to catch their elder.

At this moment, the black-clothed old man who was knocked flying by Wan Lin was already supported by several of his subordinates. With a pale face, he took a half-step forward and reached out to hug the flying white-clothed old man.

At this time, he could already see that his eldest brother, who used to be known as the unparalleled martial arts and possessed profound internal skills, had already, like himself, abolished his skills for decades by the palm of the hand of this young man in front of him!

At this moment, the livid-faced boy sitting on the stretcher suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry: "Father!" In the roar, he suddenly picked up a shotgun that was shot down by Lingling from the ground.

Just when this kid was about to raise the shotgun, "Amitabha", a low chanting sound suddenly sounded in the nunnery, and Tian Jue Shi Tai, who had been standing quietly behind Wan Lin just now, suddenly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She flashed past Wan Lin, and she appeared in front of this kid like a ghost.

At the moment when everyone was shocked, Shi Tai's right foot had already stretched forward like lightning. "Crack", a crisp beating sound followed from the boy's lower abdomen, and Tian Jue Shi's too angry voice sounded at the same time: "Slutty thief, there is no need to keep the curse of people like you!"

"Oops..." A shrill scream followed, and the boy on the stretcher threw away the shotgun, covered his lower abdomen with both hands, and fell back on the stretcher.

In the angry voice of Master Tian Jue, Wan Lin, Xiaoya, and Lingling were shocked. They all thought that the so-called Master Master Tian Jue had already killed the thief in front of him in anger, and it would be a life-threatening lawsuit!

But they immediately saw Shitai's right foot fluttering, and they immediately understood that this Tianjue Shitai had served the Buddha for decades, and she had suppressed the anger in her heart, but only abolished the other party in her rage. The power of the thief and this evil guy!

Tian Jue Shi Tai ruined the effort of the little thief in front of her. She swayed and suddenly appeared in front of the black-clothed boy holding the white-clothed old man. of coldness.

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