Chapter 1966

"King Kong is not bad... If I go up, the eighteen stick monks will beat me down in minutes." Qin Murong thought to himself, "only people like Qi Kunlun can have the chance to defeat them."

Eighteen people have the same strength and tacit understanding. What's more, they hold solid sticks of three meters long in their hands. They form a battle array and attack one after another. If you change people, they will be beaten by random sticks.

The eighteen stick monks were also extremely shocked. They just made a concerted attack. How powerful was that power? Even a piece of iron has to be made into a piece of iron. However, Qi Kunlun held it up with only one hand. What a great force?

"This man is the God of Taoism. If he doesn't come down to earth, how can he be so strong and so unreasonable?" The gatekeeper was also stunned.

If Qi Kunlun had been a little more serious when he started with him just now, he would have lost his life and was not at the same level.

Just as Qi Kunlun was about to break down these cudgel monks, they suddenly closed up and erected a wall. Long sticks like guns stood in front of them, blocking his way.

"It's really interesting." Qi Kunlun narrowed his eyes and laughed, as if he had found something very novel.

"Hoo ha!"

The eighteen stick monks also called out in unison, either gathering or scattering, flexible and flexible. The long sticks came like a spirit snake coming out of nowhere.

"The eighteen stick array of Bodhi temple, which has been handed down for thousands of years, is really worthy of its reputation. Even if the King Kong of Qi Kunlun hall is not bad, they can not be defeated in a short time. However, when Qi Kunlun reached this level, his physical strength was like a continuous river. At the end of the battle, it was certain that these 18 human bodies were exhausted and defeated. " Qin Murong was also secretly surprised at the strength of the eighteen stick monks after they formed the battle array. However, she had a good eye and could see that the other side could not insist on Qi Kunlun.

Qi Kunlun is like a living martial arts treasure. All kinds of boxing techniques are readily available, and all long sticks are opened.

He has no chance to defeat the other party at one stroke, because eighteen people complement each other. Even if he makes efforts to deal with the wooden sticks, they are all in a hurry. Otherwise, what kind of wood is worth his slap in the face?

"What kind of fitness is this man? I haven't been tired for so long? " The eighteen stick monks were also a little impatient. They just felt that the water of Qi Kunlun could not be poured in and the fire would not invade. They defended all their attacks, and their physical strength seemed to have no consumption. It was really terrible.

Qi Kunlun suddenly stepped back and said calmly, "no more playing."

"No more? What do you mean? " After hearing this, the eighteen stick monks could not help feeling angry. This obviously looked down on them. Had been playing before?

Qi Kunlun nodded, then his hands made a handprint, Qi and blood in his body surged up, his throat rubbed and stirred, his heart and lung functions were mobilized to the extreme, and he said in a deep voice, "fight!"

When the truth comes out, it pricks the eardrum.

Several stick monks felt their spirit wavered, their eyes were in a trance, and their hearts were inexplicably filled with a sense of fear.

After drinking the truth, Qi Kunlun immediately threw himself into his arms, and the whole person rushed into the stick monks like a cannon ball!

"Stop him!" The stick monks came back to their senses and roared!

Sticks stand up and hit forward!

Qi Kunlun didn't move at all. The sound of dragon singing and tiger roaring came from his body. The Dragon chanted iron cloth shirt, and the tiger roaring gold bell cover were on his body at the same time, and he ran into it!