"It seems that he went straight to the innermost. He didn't touch any of these things in the side halls."

"Fortunately he didn't touch it, otherwise, our trip was in vain?"

“That’s right.”

In the third side hall after passing through the paper hall, thirteen monks holding silver-horned sticks were talking loudly while dealing with the shadow warriors and two clone ninjas who appeared in the side hall.

"but……"

"If it weren't for the group of bastards who were robbed last time, we Thirteen-stick monks wouldn't have fallen into this field. Even if we can't compare to the one inside, we wouldn't have had to waste so much time even a few ninjas."

When talking about the experience at the foot of Songshan Mountain, half of the people were filled with righteous indignation and half were silent!

yes!

If the three brocade boxes were still there, how could their Thirteen Stick Monks be like this now? There are many famous masters and dragons lists, and so on.

"Don't let me meet that bastard in the future! I can't kill it once, and it's hard to relieve my hatred!"

While speaking, the cooperation of a group of people never slacked off. With experience, they quickly killed Shadow Warrior and Clan Ninja, took the spoils, turned around and left.

There were not many side halls, so they seized the time, hoping to find as many side halls as possible so as not to make soy sauce for this trip to Wangling.

However……

When he was hurried to the next fork, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting sounds coming from the front and Ouyang Qing's rapid roars frequently:

"retreat!"

"We are not his opponents, don't bother me!"

"Wait until the others come and deal with it!"

Vaguely, there were many players screaming.

A group of Wudang disciples in Mobai Taoist robe kept retreating from the fork road, as if they had encountered a terrible powerful enemy.

The face of the Shaolin Thirteen Stick Monk changed.

Although the individual strength of the Wudang disciples is not as good as any of them, their overall strength is good, and their light skills are above them. Is it because I have encountered a Ninja with such a rapid retreat?!

"Brothers of Wudang Sect, don't worry, we are here!"

The four major sects are all sensible and have long formed an offensive and defensive alliance in secret. Seeing that the disciples of the Wudang Sect were in trouble, the Thirteen-stick monk ran forward without hesitation with the silver-horned stick and rushed forward to support him.

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong!

With heavy steps and flying steps, one by one, like Shaolin monks who came out of the movie, jumped high and passed over the heads of Wudang disciples. The silver-horned stick, with the sound of tearing the sky, hit hard at the pursuit behind the crowd...

Huh?!

The thirteen-stick monk's vision was not the masked ninja in black clothes and black pants, nor the faint phantom of the Ninja. A set of golden golden armor was evenly symmetrical on a ninja's body, wrapped in its head and feet, like a golden golden god of war.

What is this!?

"Be careful! It's the boss here! The king of ninja!!"

Only then did Ouyang Qing find that the Thirteen-stick monk who came to support him, he first relaxed and then screamed loudly: "Don't get too close..."

It's too late!

At first, the Thirteen Stick Monk thought it was just a Ninja or a Shadow Warrior, but when he found out, he could no longer stop his castration.

A cold light flashed under the golden ninja helmet and stopped suddenly.

call!!

call!!!

King Ninja disappeared directly from the spot. When he appeared again, he happened to be stuck between the two stick monks in the front of the air. He smiled coldly and slapped two heavy punches hard on both abdomen.

Bang!!

As soon as the two opened left and right, they hit the solid walls on both sides of the passage. The huge force directly damaged the internal organs, and both spitted blood and slid to the ground.

"Save people!"

Ouyang Qing knew the attack power of King Ninja. Seeing that the Shaolin Stick Monk was injured, he responded for a moment. Several Wudang disciples picked up the seriously injured Shaolin Stick Monk, and nodded without hesitation.

The eleven monks behind him looked shocked at the same time.

They knew the strength between their brothers best, but with one punch, they lost their fighting ability, and the strength of the King of Ninja...

So strong!!

Bang! Bang!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the monk in charge of the leader quickly swept the Ninja King.

In the dull sound, it was like a scoundrel shaking a tree. The opponent did not even shake under the powerful attack of the Silver Horn Stick...

not good!

The man pulled away and prepared to retreat.

As a result, King Ninja came closer like the wind.

Bang!!

A simple and beautiful knee hit, the monk's body was thrown high, and a cracked shallow pit was smashed from the ceiling, falling down weakly...

Whoosh!

Ouyang Qing once again became a firefighting team, flew out of the crowd, picked up the monk's body and prepared to run away.

snort!!

Little did he know that King Ren had been paying attention to him for a long time.

A afterimage was left on the spot, appearing directly on Ouyang Qing's retreat, and his cold eyes erupted from the eye hole of the golden helmet;

Ouyang Qing quickly changed from being a creepy person targeted by a hunter to being cold as he was targeted by the god of death, and his movements slowed down...

Dong!!

Ouyang Qing was swept to the wall by the King of Ninja with no suspense. After spitting blood, his bones seemed to be dissipated and he didn't get up for a long time;

The monk in his arms was also injured and he watched King Ninja fall nearby without moving, and raised his right arm ruthlessly and decisively!

"clang!!"

Seeing that King Ninja's hand knife was about to fall on Ouyang Qing, a shrill sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out!

The body of King Ninja shook.

bite!!

After the harsh metal clash, King Nin took a step back and glanced indifferently at a subtle sunken arrow that appeared on his arm, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

Look in the sound.

A group of people appeared at the fork in the rear.

The girl in the lead was slowly lowering a golden yellow dragon bow. Obviously, the arrow just now was the one that this man put...

With a low growl, King Ninja appeared ten meters away like a shift, flashing a few times, quickly approaching a group of people on the Caiyi Gate!

"Hold!"

"So fast!!"

"One tube!"

Several people quickly retreated, revealing the firefighter's "tube". On the bloated body, it seemed that they were wearing a set of dazzling dark armor, and holding a huge purple-red axe in both hands. It looked like they were not inferior to the King of Ninja, regardless of the momentum or shape.

"Come on!" Grinned and greeted him with a high spirit. King Ninja was still silent, but his eyes seemed to have become colder.

Whoosh!

The moment of interlacing.

All the axe shadows that were thrown out fell into nothing and slashed on the afterimage.

Dong! Dong!

King Ninja appeared directly behind Yitong like a ghost.

Looking at a bloated body, the golden fist shadow smashed the black protective armor and scattered wildly. While it was quickly fading, it could not completely remove the power. It took several big steps and hit the wall.

"Damn..."

"Where did you attract such a perverted boss?" Feng Wu Caiyi and others changed their faces and asked several seriously injured Wudang Sect disciples next to them.

The latter had a bitter face:

"I don't know either. I suddenly fell off the ceiling. This guy may be the boss of the liberation realm. Be careful!"

“…”

Everyone changed their qualities again.

When looking back at the battlefield.

Just as I saw the "Yichuan" being easily bombarded on the wall by the King of Ninja. The stones were broken and beaten twice as if they were angry. "Yichuan" was angry and blushed, and his face was red. While urging the internal force of the valley to make up for the armor, he roared and rushed over.
To be continued...