White-Robed Chief

The monk who was good at it was chasing after him, the large red monk robe fluttered, stepped in front of Chu Li, and pressed it with another palm.

Chu Li saw a moon wheel pattern on his palm, as dark as ink, as if the moon wheel had shrunk and imprinted on the palm, faintly flashing luster.

He fired with one shot.

"Oh!" The howling of the air knife was swift and extremely fast.

He urged the knife with the palm of a superb monk, who was sturdy and feminine, and the whistling sound was strange and powerful.

A silver-white round wheel blocks the heart.

"Ding ..." Qingming cried continuously.

Everyone was silent, and the killing was reduced, and they couldn't help but want to stop and no longer slaughtered.

Chu Li stepped back, was in midair, and shot again.

"Ding ..." The chirp sounded again.

Everyone's action suddenly slowed down.

After the silver and white round wheels blocked the flying knife, they drilled back into the sleeves of the monk, and drilled two more moon wheels. The dark moon wheels whirled to Bai Feng and Zhu Wenhan.

Chu Li fired another knife, hitting Fei Feng's moon wheel, and ignored the other moon wheel.

Zhu Wenhan looked at the roaring moon, like a shadow of death, and his heart was so irritated that he couldn't wait to kill Chu Li.

If he didn't save the dead, Brother Jing will not die, and he can't stop this!

Zhu Wenhan yelled: "Brother Mo still stand by?"

Mo Qianjun shook his head and smiled bitterly. Among the people, his cultivation was the highest, and he could only send out a big bright **** fist, with amazing power.

The best monk received the moon wheel in front of Bai Feng, and greeted the big bright **** fist.

"Bang!" In the muffled sound, he received the punch, his figure disappeared in place, appeared in front of Chu Li, and pushed out a palm.

This palm seems to be slow and slow, but incredibly fast, covering all angles, and cannot be avoided.

In his view, Chu Li is the most disturbing person in the field. The flying knife can hinder the moon wheel, but Chu Li is the weakest. Of course, he must be removed first.

Chu Li helplessly fisted to meet.

"Bang!" He flew out again, spurting another blood in the air, and slammed the window out.

He turned to flee, flashing in front of him, and the good monk reached down and waved again.

Chu Li shot him in the palm of his hand.

"Ding ..." The moon wheel that was chasing Zhu Wenhan flew at a high speed, blocking him in front of him.

Chu Li took the opportunity to escape.

The good monk did not chase him, and the red robe fluttered toward the backyard, fell in front of the talking Lu Zhen and Li Ruolan, and two moon wheels roared and shot at the two women, with speed as electricity.

Chu Li almost yelled, and reluctantly returned to Li Ruolan.

Li Ruolan said, "You don't leave!"

"I will die if you go!" Chu Li said angrily.

Lu Zhen rolled over and rolled down the low couch, and the moon wheel cut the low couch in half silently.

Li Ruolan turned sideways to avoid the moon.

Chu Li shot his air knife at the same time.

"Ding Ding!" The two moon wheels rose to the sky and dropped.

"Bang!" The monk stepped out and hit Lu Zhen with his right palm.

Lu Zhen barely stretched out her right palm to meet him, and slammed into the side wall, "Wow" sprayed a **** mist, his face quickly decayed.

She has performed mystery, has vitality injuries, and is already weak, which is a weak body.

The perfect monk's palm power kept changing in her body, wave after wave, causing several injuries. She was knocked down in one fell swoop, her internal organs were severely damaged, and she could not move again.

"Sister Lu!" Li Ruolan yelled, "You monk is so vicious!"

The good monk said nothing, stepped in front of Chu Li, and pressed his right palm.

Chu Liheng hummed: "You just deal with women!"

"Helping people get rid of this mother-in-law world as soon as possible, the poor monks have countless merits!" The kindest monk said calmly, and the two met again.

Chu Li ’s traversing wheel of the Tibetan scriptures turned into rejection, and the body turned into a passage, without any obstruction. He fully accepted his palm force, and then the internal force leaked directly from his feet, turning the bluestone ground into fragments.

The monk frowned and felt strange.

Chu Li is in a state of despair, feeling unprecedented sensitivity, his mind turns faster, and he has learned a thousand miles about the tibetan revolving scriptures. At this moment, the kung fu has deeply understood the way of transformation and the magic of the tibetan revolving scriptures See through.

As a runner, there is no stagnation.

"Zhao Shizhu is indeed a wizard!" The monk Shen Shen said, "Then I can't let you live!"

Chu Li snorted: "That may not be so!"

A silver round wheel protruded from the left sleeve of the Supreme Master Monk, and a white light gathered on the silver wheel, and shot fiercely at Chu Li's chest.

"Bang!" Chu Liru was hit by a Mercedes horse and sprayed blood again in the air.

This white light is very singular, pure and solidified, and the body is completely withstood. A trace of internal force has not been transformed, causing him to be severely injured. If it is not his physical arrogance, he will immediately lose his hands.

"What is this?" Chu Li asked, struggling against the wall.

"Sunwheel." The good-natured monk shook his head and said, "The one who specifically restrained the Tibetan prayer wheel!"

Chu Liheng said, "Your runner-up temple is really vicious!"

The disciples of Zhuanlun Temple both possessed the Scriptures of the Scriptures and restrained the weapons of the Scriptures of the Scriptures, with unique thoughts and great wisdom.

"Instead of letting others study our martial arts, it is better to do it on your own!" Said the Supreme Buddhist Monk: "The tibetan runner revolves endlessly, and yin and yang are born, you should understand!"

"Then why do you have to kill a woman?" Chu Li hummed.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at Li Ruolan.

Li Ruolan was helping Lu Zhenzhen and gave her a miracle. Lu Zhen was dying.

Lu Zhen was hit by perfection. Nine of his ten lives were extremely dangerous. If he came again, Lu Zhen would be dead.

The good monk took a look at Lu Zhen and shook his head: "Why ferrindan, you all return to the West today!"

Chu Lidao said: "Why do you have to kill a woman, a good monk? Is it such a monstrous act, or is it a monk?"

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south ..." The good monk Heshi declared a Buddhist sigh and sighed, "I will not go to hell, who will go to hell, and practice the Tibetan prayer wheel, I will help them to be relieved. In the world, if I chant the scriptures, I will be able to reach Xitian Bliss without worrying! "

Chu Li sneered: "What if it can't be done? Isn't it full of evil!"

"Amitabha Buddha in the south ..." The good monk shook his head: "Zhao Shizhu need not say more ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The heart of the poor monk will not shake, Zhao Shizhu cannot escape today!"

Chu Li said: "Do you really think I can't escape?"

Supreme monk shook his head: "The poor monk will not let Zhao Shizhu escape!"

A white light shot at Lu Zhen from the left sleeve.

Li Ruolan turned around and stopped in front of Lu Zhen, her petite fist pounded.

"Bang!" Li Ruolan flew straight and hit the wall, just inside the print left by Lu Zhen.

She spit out a **** mist, her face pale.

The good monk raised the sun wheel again, and a white light shot at Li Ruolan again.

Chu Li stood sideways in front of Li Ruolan and shot a knife at the perfect monk. He banged into Li Ruolan's side and couldn't come out on the wall. (To be continued.)