Weapon Forging Hall.

The place where prisoners in Honglian Temple work.

Fang Shiyu, with Shaolin monks, death row prisoners, and Qing soldiers from Honglian Temple and Ordo's troops fought here.

There were hundreds of people on both sides, and more than a thousand people were gathered in the small weapon forging hall at once. Every second, people fell down, were injured, or even died. The situation was very tragic.

As the leader of the Shaolin side, Fang Shiyu cheered up his spirits and fought alone against Ordo's three masters, Ma Ninger, the eight-armed Arhat and the Western Regions Monk Keba.

There is a supervision platform on the left side of the Weapon Forging Hall, which is a place where the Gods usually watch prisoners work and have fun. Today, a brave young man sat upright on the platform, and dozens of Qing soldiers guarded him on both sides.

"This person is interesting." Ordo's eyes seemed to be guided by fate and fell on Fang Shiyu.

"Sir Admiral, that young man is Fang Shiyu!" asked an aide.

"Fang Shiyu from eastern Guangdong?" Ordo said: "No wonder he has the courage to fight alone against the three masters under my command and is undefeated. His kung fu is indeed extraordinary. Ask him if he is willing to surrender to the court?"

The staff immediately spread the words of Ordo to the war circle.

"I want Fang Shiyu to join the Qing court as a hawk, let's go ahead in the next life!" Fang Shiyu cut off the Western Regions Monk Keba with a knife, stirring the long sword, like a rolling wheel crushing away.

The Western Region Monk Keba kicked his feet and retreated repeatedly. At this time, Ma Ning'er's spear pierced from the oblique pierced, blocking the long sword, and clearing the siege for the Western Region Monk Keba.

"Since Fang Shiyu is ungrateful, then kill him!"

Ordo's calm voice reached the battle circle below, and the three subordinates immediately responded.

"Ma Ning'er, you are fighting with Fang Shiyu in close combat. Eight-armed Arhat, you use a hidden weapon to restrain him. I will use a big handprint to deal with him!" As soon as the Western Regions demon monk Keba finished speaking, Ma Ning'er and the eight-armed Arhat immediately took action.

The three of them worked together, and Fang Shiyu couldn't stand it anymore.

After fighting hard for more than 30 rounds, Fang Shiyu got a big handprint from the Western Region Monk Keba on his back, broke three ribs, and his combat power was reduced sharply. Before he could recover, a more fierce attack came again.

A few rounds later, Fang Shiyu hit the eight-armed Arhat in his left arm and hit the ground with a dart in the chest by Ma Ning'er. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Fang Shiyu, let's show off again in the next life, and I'll die for you!"

Ma Ning'er shook her spear and stabbed forward.

The sharp spear tip pointed directly at Fang Shiyu's throat!

At this time, Fang Shiyu no longer had the strength to dodge.

"Are you going to die?"

Fang Shiyu closed her eyes and gave up resisting.

Just when this time was inexhaustible, a quick and lightning-like stone shot into the battle circle, hitting Ma Ning'er's palm, and knocking off the spear that stabbed Fang Shiyu.

"If you want to kill Fang Shiyu, please ask me if Lu Dao agrees first?"

Accompanied by a long roar, a black shadow jumped from a distance.

Everyone turned their heads quickly and saw that the person who came was like a swallow picking up water. Every rise and fall was more than three feet long, and then they entered the battle circle after a few breaths.

The person who came was wearing black clothes, with long hair moving with the wind behind his hands. He looked ordinary, but he was very young, and there was a sense of evil aura all over his body.

The most terrifying thing is that his cold eyes swept on everyone, which makes the person involved feel chilling.

"Divine Lord? No, Lu Dao!" Fang Shiyu was shocked.

"father?"

Ordo was even more shocked. Except for his appearance and his father, the rest were the same as his father. Ordo grew up next to his father since he was a child and would never misread it.

"Who are you?" Ordo asked slapped the table.

Lu Dao glanced at the heroic Ordo and said lightly: "If you don't change your name or your surname, you won't change your surname, the deputy director of the kitchen is Lu Dao!"

This glance made Ordo feel like facing his father. He shook his head vigorously: "Impossible, why do you have the same breath as my father on you? Who are you!"

"No matter how much you know, it's useless. Today is your death date!"

Lu Dao grabbed his palm from the air, and six small stones on the ground were sucked into the palm of his palm, and then he bounced his fingers. The small stones, assisted by the internal energy, shot away with a whistling sound.

Before the stone arrived, the sound of the sound shook Ma Ning'er, the eight-armed Arhat, and the Western Region Monk Keba was in a mess.

"You retreat behind me and I'll stop you!"

The eight-armed Arhat was the world with hidden weapons. When he saw Lu Dao's flying stone, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​competing.

He touched his hands, and darts appeared in his palms, and he beat them out with the means of raining flowers.

However, no matter how skilled he is in the dart throwing method, it is still not worth mentioning in front of Lu Dao's qigong. Once the two are touched, most of the darts will deviate from the direction, while the rest will fall to the ground.

The speed of the stone remains unchanged, like a hard crossbow and sharp arrow, hitting the eight-armed Arhat.

Bang bang bang...

With a continuous muffled sound, six blood holes exploded on the eight-armed Arhat's body, and blood splattered.

The eight-armed Arhat did not die immediately. He pointed at Lu Dao and asked, "You, what is your... method?"

"Have you heard of Qigong?" Lu Dao said lightly.

The God's Qi function uses soft paper as a hidden weapon to penetrate into the stone. In terms of power, it is comparable to the bullets of a pistol. How could ordinary darts be able to fight hard? It is probably only Xiao Li's flying knife can do it.

“The legendary Qigong…”

The eight-armed Arhat's eyes were dull and his body fell down shakingly.

Ma Ninger, the Western Region Monk Keba, was stunned. The two looked at each other, turned their heads to look at Ordo on the high platform, and used their eyes to indicate what to do next, whether to fight or run.

If you fight, you are obviously not an opponent. If you run, you will have a chance to survive.

Ordo was confused at this time, and he had no kung fu to pay attention to them. Lu Dao's methods just now were exactly the same as his father. Ordo couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea in his heart. Could it be that his father has rejuvenated?

For a moment, Ordo lost his decision.

"It's your turn!"

Lu Dao secretly moved his internal energy to his feet, and he kicked the ground, and his whole person flew away like a sharp arrow shot out.

"Kill with all your might!"

Ma Ning'er and the Western Region Monk Keba looked at each other. It was impossible to run. Only by using all your strength to stop him, maybe there was still a chance to survive.

The former uses the Ma family's marksmanship to save lives, while the latter uses the 20-year-old large handprint to fight against the mainland.

Lu Dao, who used the God-Public Power Card, was several levels higher than the two of them in both speed and power. In Lu Dao's eyes, Ma Ninger and the Western Region Monster Keba, who were attacking with all their strength, were like an old man and an old lady who played Tai Chi in the park, slow.

With his left hand, Ma Ning'er's weapon deviated from the direction and stabbed to the other side. He pressed it again, and his palm attached to his internal energy slapped Ma Ning'er's chest. Ma Ning'er's chest was sunken, and he vomited blood. He flew backwards and finally hit a stone wall.

Ma Ning'er's body slowly slid down. There was only incoming air in her nose, but not outgoing air, and she was about to be finished.
Chapter completed!