There was chaos near the parking lot, and everyone was fighting fiercely. The abbot of Duolin Temple on the Yamaguchi-gumi side, the monk Xing and the other monks, flashed sharp eyes when they saw the murderous Maitreya Fang Baala, one of the nine unique things of Huamen, holding two pot lid-sized pots.
The copper cymbals were so fierce that they cut each Yamaguchi-gumi member in half. Jin snorted coldly and flew up like a vulture, shouting: "We are all monks, let's see who is more powerful!"
In the blink of an eye, the fellow monk jumped in front of Fang Bala, swinging his palms to stir up the surging air, using one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, Prajna Palm.
The pair of strange-shaped weapons in Fang Bala's hands were both offensive and defensive. Seeing that the opponent was moving quickly and his palms were fierce, he did not dare to be careless and hurriedly held the cymbal in his left hand in front of him.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, as if a hammer was hitting a huge gong, and it was deafening.
Fang Bara felt his arms were sore and numb, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps. A look of great surprise flashed across his fat, oily face. Damn it, this old bald donkey's martial arts skills are so high. How come he seems to have come from the Shaolin Temple?
Fang Bala, who was well-informed, was surprised after the opponent used this move: "Did you use Prajna Palm?"
The fellow monk fell to the ground and said with a sneer: "Fat monk, I didn't expect that you have some eyesight and actually recognized me as Prajna Palm, one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin."
Fang Bala asked in surprise: "Are you from Shaolin Temple?"
The fellow monk laughed wildly, "What kind of thing is the Shaolin Temple? I was just blind back then, so I wasted a lot of time in that ruined temple. Now I am the abbot of RB Duolin Temple. Sooner or later, I will go to the Shaolin Temple in person and choose
All the masters in the temple burned the ruined temple with fire..."
Fang Bala cursed: "Fuck your grandma, you dare to challenge the Shaolin Temple. The abbot of Duolin Temple is just a lackey of the Yamaguchi Group. Damn it, you old guy is still a Z-country citizen."
My son, he is simply worse than a pig or a dog..."
The fellow monk was furious, "Bald Donkey, you are looking for death..." He rushed over with a quick stride, swinging his arms constantly, and used his Prajna Palm to launch a powerful attack.
Fang Bala knew clearly in his heart that this monk's martial arts skills were far superior to his own, and probably only the master of the sect could compare with him. Based on this, he did not dare to slack off at all, and swung the two cymbals to defend as much as possible.
Don't seek merit, but seek no faults.
For a moment, countless phantoms of copper cymbals appeared around Fang Bara, which were as impregnable as an iron wall. Even so, the monk's palm kept hitting the cymbals, making a clanging sound, and every blow made his arms numb.
, the blood in his chest was churning, but he could barely resist...
Among the crowd, Madam Liao, one of the nine most beautiful peach blossoms in the Chinese sect, was wearing a pink skirt, which was particularly eye-catching. Her plump body flashed, and her jade arms like snow lotus roots threw the meteor hammer back and forth extremely flexibly.
Each blow hit the faces of the Yamaguchi-gumi members accurately, causing their brains to burst and their bodies to stagger and fall.
The two sides continued to fight fiercely. From the Yamaguchi-gumi side, Katoyama flew up and landed in the crowd. In his right hand, he held a three-meter-long piece of bamboo, which was purple in color and had stars twinkling on it. It was the thunder bamboo that was more expensive than gold.
This piece of bamboo weighs more than a hundred kilograms, but it seems like nothing in Katoyama's hand. It makes a whirring sound when it dances, and has the power of thunder. It can easily break the weapons in the hands of Huamen and others who besieged him. The bamboo tube
The blows on these people ranged from broken bones to death. In an instant, more than ten people were knocked down by him.
Jiang Li, the Thousand-Handed Thief, saw that this old guy was too fierce, and hurriedly flew over. He was as light as a swallow, holding a shining razor in his right hand, and went straight to cut the opponent's throat.
Katoyama snorted coldly, and quickly stretched out his left hand. The two index and middle fingers that turned yellow and orange were like daggers, and they were thrust into Jiang Li's right shoulder.
"Ah..." Jiang Li let out a scream, the razor flew out of his hand, and he hurriedly stepped back.
A ferocious smile appeared on Katoyama's face, and he cursed: "You clown, you dare to attack me..." He took a step forward and swept the thunder bamboo stick in his hand towards the opponent.
Just when Jiang Li was forced back by Katoyama's powerful offensive, a brilliant red thorn came from an angle and went straight to Kato's upper chest to stab him.
This is a strange sword with a red blade and a strong fishy smell!
Moreover, the person holding the sword must be a top-notch master, and there are few who can match it in terms of speed and strength. The sword came so fast, forcing Katoyama to take two steps back to avoid it. Even so, the strange sword that cut iron like mud was still
His sleeve was torn, leaving a gash, but luckily no skin was hurt.
Katoyama took a breath of cold air and quickly looked over, only to see that the boy Ximenlang, the head of the Huamen, suddenly appeared. He was dressed in black and holding a strange red sword. He said bitterly: "It's you
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It turned out that after Ximen Lang parachuted from the Strike Eagle fighter jet, he landed safely in the woods five or six kilometers away from the Dark City. He took off his parachute bag, took off his M country military uniform, and rushed over to assist him.
.It happened that Jiang Li was in danger, so she drew her sword in time and intercepted Katoyama's attack.
Ximen Lang grinned, "It's you and me."
Katoyama was so angry that he said angrily: "Asshole, we didn't know the outcome that night, now let's fight to the death..." As he spoke, he rushed over, and pointed his bamboo stick at the opponent's chest with a sharp murderous intent.
at.
Although this is just a piece of bamboo, it is not inferior to any magic weapon. It is extremely hard and can kill anyone driven by Katoyama's extremely domineering internal force.
Ximen Lang had a look of surprise on his face, Damn it, is that bamboo in his hand? Why is the sound of breaking through the air so terrifying? Evil! He sneered, "Am I afraid of you..." His wrist shook.
, the blood-coagulated sword swollen with red light and greeted him.
There was only a "dang" sound as the bamboo swords intersected and swung to both sides.
What surprised Ximen Lang even more was that the opponent's bamboo staff was harder than iron, and the blood-coagulated sword was indestructible. It was unable to cut off the bamboo staff, and it didn't even leave a mark. Only then did he understand that the thing that the guy was holding
The bamboo stick is also a treasure, a sharp weapon for killing people.
The two of them were fighting back and forth, the purple light and the red light suppressing each other in mid-air, as if two big clouds were surging back and forth, no matter the outcome.
At this moment, reinforcements from the Lucchese family of the Mafia arrived. More than a dozen large trucks suddenly braked and stopped. Many members of the organization holding machetes jumped out of the vehicles and joined the melee...