Come on the stick!

With a "stick comes", the stick comes!

Feng Lin shouted, and the demonic illusion that had been going through thousands of years was forcibly squeezed in by an iron rod as thick as a pillar of heaven. The sky was shattered and the sky was shaken.

The iron rod shrank in the wind and gradually turned into a three-meter-long iron rod and fell obediently into Feng Lin's hand. It was round and dark, with eight words written on it: "The instrument is amorphous, and the energy of the mind"!

Feng Lin held an iron stick and his entire aura changed drastically. His seemingly thin body was as majestic as a mountain, as unmoving as a mountain, suppressing the world, like a god or a demon.

Looking at the army of demons like a tide, he sneered, redirected his body, instead of retreating, jumped into the army of demons, and slaughtered them wantonly.

The demon was like a sea, and Feng Lin's figure was sank into it. An iron rod had already danced into a whirlwind. Under the sweep, the demons were beaten to pieces.

Where he is, it suddenly became a flesh-and-blood grinder, constantly advancing. Once the demon falls into it, it will disappear instantly.

The iron stick is as heavy as Mount Tai. Fenglin bravely faces thousands of troops with one person, beating the demon army to the point of falling, and people are overturned.

Seeing his fierce and powerful force, Fengmo Taro was also shocked, "Go together and kill him!"

The remaining Japanese people watched the figure like gods and demons kill seven in and seven out among the demons, and were indifferent, and were so scared that they trembled all over and they didn't dare to take a step forward.

puff!

A Japanese man screamed and his body was cut in half. Feng Mo Taro held a demon sword in his hand, and said viciously like a Shura evil ghost, "If you don't go, die!"

In the face of the threat of death, these Japanese people finally gritted their teeth and used their means.

Some people lurk in the dark like ninjas, shooting out the Khuna and Shuriken, some people are like samurai, holding swords in both hands and slashing towards them, and some people are like Onmyoji, pinching hands with hands, using various runes and spells...

For a moment, Feng Lin became the enemy of all the demons and Japanese people on the field, and countless attacks bombarded like meteor showers.

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The wind is howling.

The wind forest iron rod dances to create a wind, forming an airtight barrier, and treats all attacks outside, and none of them can break through the defense of the stick shadow.

"Big, big, big!" He shouted, and his soul fluctuated into it. The iron stick in his hand quickly became bigger, turning into a thick iron pillar more than 100 meters long. He swept across it, demolished mountains when he encountered mountains, and broke water when he encountered water. Any obstacle was destroyed and crushed into scum like a rotten thing.

Those Japanese people were unable to dodge and were swept down and crushed into meat sauce.

"Damn it!" Feng Mo Taro's eyes were red. These were all geniuses of cultivation in Japan, precious wealth, and every casualty and injury was a huge loss.

He was furious and the demonic energy rolled, wrapping him up, forming a hurricane, and the human sword was united and slashed in an instant.

Demon Wind Slash!

His body turned into a wind, and instantly slashed out thousands of knives. The lights of the knife were intertwined together, forming a knife net that kept spinning. Once it fell into it, it would be cut into pieces by thousands of knives in an instant.

"Change!" Feng Lin was slanted, extremely rebellious, sneered, raised his hand, and the iron rod came out of his hand, and it instantly divided countless ways. For a moment, the sky was filled with shadows of sticks, colliding with the sword light.

There were ding dong dong in the void, making continuous sounds.

The sword light and the stick shadows dissipated one after another.

"Grow it for me, Lao Sun! Long, long!" Feng Lin held the stick in his hand and shouted angrily. The iron stick in his hand became once again, held in his hand, waving it into a circle, sweeping across it.

The demons were blown up one after another and crushed into pieces. A conspicuous blank area appeared in the huge army. Fengmo Taro flew out and smashed into the ground, trapped in it, and could not extricate himself for a long time.

Feng Lin's fight became more and more relaxed, his hands became more and more fierce, his body was flashing, and his stick technique was used to open up. It was so wonderful that it was divided into thousands of differentiated, with endless mysteries, sweeping across thousands of troops like sweeping mats.

For a moment, the sky was filled with shadows of sticks, and under the iron rod, everything turned into dust.

"This person's surname is Sun?" Fengmo Taro ran out from the ground with difficulty. Cracked appeared on the metal shell of his body, and his face was full of horror.

Is this man a Chinese? And his surname is Sun!

How did he come to our secret realm of the Mythology of Japan?

How could such a terrifying monk appear on earth?

...

He couldn't understand it, so he could only watch Feng Lin showing his might on the field, turning the demonic fantasy world upside down, and the iron sticks changed at will, and the thousands of demonic armies could not resist it. The fear of death overwhelmed everything and fled in all directions, the farther away from this evil star, the better.

For a moment, the wind forest was empty. He stood on the spot, holding an iron stick, laughing loudly, full of pleasure and pride.

Feng Mo Taro's eyes shrank sharply. Looking at the iron stick in Feng Lin's hand, the more he looked, the more familiar he felt. In addition to the different sizes, the shape was clearly their Japanese Pillar!

This man actually refined this magic weapon?

Then wouldn’t our Japanese territory no longer have the support of the God Pillar and will slide into the trench?

...

Thinking of this, his face became completely ferocious.

The Japanese Pillar is the lifeblood of the Japanese Kingdom. If the country slides into the trench, where can countless Japanese people go?

When it comes to the lives of the entire Japanese race, his eyes were bloodshot and he began to fight completely!

Fengmo Taro clenched his teeth and suddenly rose high, and all his strength gathered into the demon sword.

The demon sword was dyed with an ominous blood red, and the energy was extremely terrifying, with murderous intent that could exterminate everything.

The man and sword were united, and they jumped high into the air, using their final trick, and the strong wind flashed!

The sword light cuts down and destroys all vitality.

Feng Lin was not impatient, and raised his eyelids, "Get out of my old son!"

"Long! Long! Long!..." His spiritual power was injected into the iron rod, and the rod grew rapidly, stood on the earth, and gradually rushed towards the sky like a pillar of heaven and hit him hard.

What?

Before Fengmo Taro's sword light could fall, his whole body was pushed away by a huge iron rod.

A click!

His face changed drastically, and he saw that the demon sword in his hand was cracked and was about to collapse into pieces.

"This world is so small! I feel so uncomfortable when I hold it in my heart!" Feng Lin's golden eyes were filled with contempt. He ignored the defeated generals and was still unhappy in the battle. He suddenly looked up at the sky again, held the iron rod in both hands, and rose into the sky. He arched his whole body, holding the iron rod in his hand, and bombarded the void with his strength!

Bo!

Under the tip of the stick, the sound of glass shattering splashed ripples, the space shattered, revealing a black hole, and endless black water poured down from it, flooding the entire mythical secret realm, and countless demons fled wildly.

Feng Lin didn't take a look, and his body flipped over and fought, turning into a ball of golden light and disappeared into this narrow world.

"My old grandson is out again! Hahaha..."

Why say again?

The golden monkey raises a thousand pounds...

Yuyu clarifies Wanli!
Chapter completed!