Chapter 1965 (1/2)

The eighteen stick monks were silent, lined up in battle lines, holding almost three meters long sticks, approaching the Qi Kunlun Mountains.

Qi Kunlun narrowed his eyes. According to the law, no martial arts master could face such 18 stick holding masters with bare hands, even Ning Changsheng! Unless Ning Changsheng has a sword in his hand, that's two things to say. After all, Ning Changsheng is known as the ”Central South Sword Fairy”.

These eighteen stick monks are not only powerful in tacit understanding and military force, but also powerful in spiritual cultivation. They crush together to form a situation that is hard for ordinary people to resist, as if they were fighting against the Buddhas in heaven.

”Shua!”

Three cudgel monks rushed forward one by one, one by vertical chopping and two by sweeping. The staff was so fierce that it made a harsh sound in the air.

Qi Kunlun was just a ”claw sheep horse” to stand firm. He hit the head of the stick with a ”Japanese character punch” in his forehand. Then he lifted his right foot, swayed left and right, cracked twice, and kicked the other two sticks away.

”Hoo ha!”

The eighteen stick monks yelled together, and the sound of their feet became one, which was frightening.

In such a battle, I'm afraid that some experts have not started to fight, and their hearts will be timid.

But who are the people of Qi Kunlun? Recognized as the world's best master, how can it shrink?

He did not retreat, but went forward. Although he was single handed, his momentum was so fierce that it made people feel like thousands of horses rushing to him. His clothes were inflated by a burst of Qi, and the whole person seemed to be bloated.

The long stick like rain fell down, almost no dead corner covered his whole body.