"Order, stand up to the offensive of the Southern Barbarians! is the battle situation is dangerous, if you can kill a few people, you can count a few people, and if you can drag Song Dog for a while, it is a mile! In any case, we must also fight for the fighters led by Lou Mulu and Muhan Bolie, what tricks can these guys have, and they will finally be able to kill all the dry birds and dogs! ”

The face was also splashed with the blood spurted out by the soldiers under his command, and seeing that the Mo Dao Array that had been cut down by Qi Brush was still harvesting the lives of his own men and horses, between the swings, the flesh and blood were stolen, and he was furious and crazy, and when he was shouting loudly in Jurchen language, a fierce impact muffled sound abruptly rose from the oblique side, and when he stared at the bloodshot eyes and looked over, he was shocked to see that the body of a member of the Jurchen who rushed into the battle with himself flew high, and seemed to be out of breath when he was churning in the air. And fell straight into the chaotic and surging war group, when he looked back again, he saw a fat monk dancing the water mill Zen staff in his hand vigorously, and after knocking down three or four cavalrymen with horses, he was about to rush in front of him.

Southern Barbarians! Begging for death!

He cut his teeth angrily, tightened his long knife, and the intertwined muscles and flesh on his arms protruded, and the green tendons burst out. Before Lu Zhishen rushed over, when he suddenly went up, he was about to pick up the iron-backed machete in his hand and slash it down!

And Lu Zhishen, who bypassed the Mo Dao Array and led the way out from the oblique side, and also crashed into the Jin Army Cavalry like waves, grabbed the water mill Zen staff weighing sixty-two catties in his hand, and first slammed it up, and when he was about to face the door of a Jurchen knight near him, the axe-like shovel handle at one end of the Zen staff smashed the face of the guy into a depression, and the blood immediately splashed in all directions. Immediately, Lu Zhishen danced with himself as the center, and shook the water mill Zen staff that flashed with a dark black light, and the whistling sound of the wind was so solemn that it made people feel frightened when they heard it. The bright red blood on the axe-shaped shovel handle flew all over the sky with the big killing weapon in Lu Zhishen's hand, and swept suddenly, and the body of a Jurchen knight flew upside down from the horse, and then fell down in the air.

Suddenly, the water mill Zen staff slammed forward like a wild dragon smashing the sea, Lu Zhishen seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and then the other end of the ordnance in his hand was crescent-shaped concave and the blade was facing outwards The crescent shovel was squeezed into the neck of the Tartar cavalry who was killed behind him, and when the round water mill Zen staff swept out again, the crescent shovel inserted into the neck of the enemy rider cut the flesh and blood, and only the neck and flesh were left on the neck and the flesh of the neck and drooped straight back, and the scarlet blood splashed out from the body cavity, swaying all over the sky, and pouring at this time the eyes were already blood-red. The facial features are hideous and distorted, and Lu Zhishen, who has already shown the appearance of anger and madness, where is there still a little bit of Buddhist compassion!?

As soon as Lu Zhishen entered the battle group, he was full of might, and immediately emptied the area of the corpses around him, and also saw the enemy general who seemed to be the leader in the Jin army who broke into the battle, and rushed over, and he seemed to burst out of the thunderbolt between his teeth, and immediately shouted angrily: "Kill well!" Eradicate the world's pickled evil spirits! Tartar birds, the sprinklers want to come to find you, you will touch my moldy head first! ”

The water mill Zen staff rolled up and lifted the Qianjun momentum suddenly, and it was facing the iron-backed machete that fell with all his strength. The two blades collided viciously, and the deafening sound was so loud that it immediately shook the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers in the noisy battle group. And without losing the steep feeling, the strength of the whole body stagnated, the arm was sore, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the long knife in his hand almost flew out!

When he looked at the murderous Lu Zhishen again, his eyes were already full of surprise and awe. This southern barbarian bald donkey has such a big brute force, except for Lou Mulu Hulu, I have never met a domineering opponent with full strength in my life!

The war horse couldn't gallop, and the excuse of fighting on horseback bumped into Lu Zhishen, who was fighting on foot, and it was even more inconvenient to toss and turn. On the other hand, although Lu Zhishen danced the water mill Zen staff, although it seemed to be angry and crazy, but the killing momentum in his dancing hand was connected and interlocked, as if it was already a combination of body and weapon, fierce and fierce, and the majestic water mill Zen staff was fierce with one move, and the words that the Zhijiao hastily resisted were already blushing, panting, and the blood in his chest was surging, and there were many soldiers of the mad demon army around him who took advantage of the situation to kill, each holding a hemp knife, a big axe and a hook and sickle to pull and sweep, forcing a large number of knights of the Jin Army who fell to the ground and rolled over, and the people and horses were all crowded together. On the other side, there were rows of Mo knife hands, who still repeatedly raised the long knives in their hands to break the flesh and blood, and the sharp blades lifted, fell, lifted again, and fell again... Everywhere they went, they also left behind bloody stumps...... Don't lose the words, where is there still room to urge Ma to open up space with Lu Zhishen first, and then slowly fight with him!?

After a few loud sounds of gold and iron, the water mill Zen staff in Lu Zhishen's hand finally slapped the head of the war horse riding under the seat, "Peng!" The sound of muffled blood mist splashed, and the skull of the war horse was smashed to pieces, and he immediately fell off the horse, and the iron-backed machete in his hand also smashed to the ground with a clattering because his arms trembled. He rolled with the momentum, barely reached out and pulled out the steel knife he was carrying at his waist, and his feet touched the ground, which made it easier to fight with the fierce opponent in front of him.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and just used his left hand to pinch his right arm, which had been trembling slightly due to the bombardment of Lu Zhishen's strange power. The steel knife in the palm of his right hand was probably able to hold it tightly, but when he was about to rush forward to fight Lu Zhishen on foot again, he saw that in the crowd of scuffles, the body of another Jurchen Sumire flew high, and immediately smashed straight down not far in front of Ci Buyi.

Such a scene, but isn't it the same as when the bald donkey was killed?

Without losing his head, he saw another fat monk also rushing over with the Zen staff in his hand. And although the Shamen monk is not like the big monk in front of him, he has a long beard under his jaw that stands upside down, and his whole head is as smooth as an egg. But the monk who suddenly killed again had a murderous face, and he had been splashed with a lot of blood stains, and he directly made the Zen staff in his hand hang, split, frame, shovel, sweep, teasing, patting, winding... The other moves are also done in one go, and they are also strong and powerful, and the momentum of such a fierce and domineering momentum does not seem to be inferior to the great monk who has forced himself to embarrassment in front of him.

The soldiers of the Southern Dynasty, even if some of them were able to fight well, most of them were lambs to the slaughter who were weak and weak at the touch of a button. How kind of monk in the Song people is so fierce that he can beat the Reverse Sect and I bumped into two of them at once!?

It's good to be a fierce and fierce one, who is used to fighting on the battlefield, and is very keen on the kind of ruthless person who licks the enemy's blood with the knife and teaches his own blood, but seeing the fierce and violent fighting style of the two great monks, all the soldiers under their command who are in front of them seem to be shot away under the two Zen staffs! Or get smashed! Who the fuck can withstand this?

However, even because of Lu Zhishen and Deng Yuanjue, the two monks who were ordained monks, they did not seem to be chanting the Buddha at all, and the fierce and domineering battle posture of the Shamen monk was already shocked, but he did not lose the bloody battle formation for a long time, and he would never have the mind of fear and cowardice. In a hysterical state of mind, he suddenly let out a beast-like roar, as if he had rushed forward with the intention of death......

The noise of the surrounding scuffles was still fierce, groups of war horses with their hooves cut off neighed and screamed, and groups of Jurchen knights who fell to the ground were killed one after another under heavy siege. After a long time, there were a few powerful muffled sounds suddenly from the agitated shouting and killing, and the body that did not lose its words also flew out upside down, as if there were several bones shattered, and the swinging posture was like a catkins under the wind, and Nuoda's body fell straight under the layers of approaching Mo Dao hand knives, and after the cold light fell, several pieces of meat were trampled by the Mo knife hands of the teams, mixed with the large stumps behind him, and when you want to put them together, you can't tell which one is which......