When everyone heard the sound, they immediately hid.

Clam clang clang clang!

A large number of flying needles shot out, like pear blossoms in heavy rain, and tiny Confucius penetrated the walls of the tile houses. If someone was hit, they would be full of holes.

When Falun saw Zhou Jian avoiding again, she was very angry and sprinkled out the flying needles in her sleeves as if they were not worth it.

Swish, swish, swish, swish... The sharp sound of breaking through the air made people's ears numb. A large number of blue sky guards were affected by it and could not exert all their strength. They could only be pressed and beaten by the horn opposite.

Bang!

Zhou Jian thrust several carp, rolling on the ground, and rubbing the edges every time he avoided the hidden arrows. After one roll, he seized the opportunity and rushed to the front of Falun.

He grabbed his brown-red monk's robe and pulled it hard.

Thorns!!

The monk's robe was made of gold silk and precious silk, and they were torn off, and various hidden weapons fell into the ground.

"Hmph, dog guy, he is not very good at his skills, but there are so many hidden weapons. You can only do some such evil ways." Zhou Jian disdained.

The Falun has lost its hidden weapons, and the entire Qingtian Guard has become much more relaxed. He suppressed it back again and chased the speakers to play.

"Ah!!" Falun was furious. This monk's robe was a sky-high price. It was built with his efforts. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, and it could hide countless hidden weapons.

There was a golden pestle in his hand at some point, heavy and sharp, and he could be smashed as soon as he picked it up.

Bang!

Zhou Jian slashed away with a knife, and his blade trembled violently, and his tiger's mouth even felt a numbness.

"Go to die!" Falun took advantage of the victory and defeated a Qingtian Guard who came to help.

Zhou Jian's eyes reflected a golden pestle. This thing could not resist. He retreated suddenly and opened the distance.

Boom!

The heavy golden pestle made a hole in a wall. The Falun became more and more urgent, and she was afraid that if she would delay it, she would be surrounded by the army. So she took action as dense as a storm.

Bang bang bang bang!

The golden pestle was smashed randomly, so terrifying.

Zhou Jian chose to avoid his sharp edge and kept dodging, which felt like walking the dog. He even spared his hand and wiped a trumpet neck.

Puff...

Blood splattered, and the speaker twitched and died.

Seeing this, Falun's face turned into a pig's liver, and a trace of viciousness flashed in her eyes. At this moment, he completely gave up the idea of ​​seriously injured and capturing Zhou Jian alive.

A pestle smashed Zhou Jian with all his strength.

Zhou Jian still avoided calmly with his super reaction power, but in the moment he avoided, Falun showed an evil smile!

In an instant, he realized something was wrong!

call out!!

A steel needle, not a flying needle, was spit out of Falun's mouth, extremely fast, accurate and ruthless!

A person has hidden weapons in his mouth and has been hit for a long time before he takes them out. How sinister and cunning is it? How can ordinary people react?

not good!

Zhou Jian's right eyelid jumped up wildly, almost bursting with potential, and he tilted his head at a resolute reaction speed.

The steel needle rubbed his right cheek and pierced heavily into a dead tree behind him!

Seeing this, Falun was shocked. Can she still avoid this?

At this moment, Zhou Jian's right cheek had a scorching pain, and blood penetrated through his cheek. Although he avoided it, a small cut was cut on his skin, making him look even more divine and passionate!

He didn't feel the pain at all, but looked at the steel needle in the tree's body with his eyes tightly, exactly the same as the steel needle found in the case of Kitahara's Qianren female corpse!

This clue has long been broken, and I have not been able to find a monk who uses this steel needle, but today I saw it!
Chapter completed!