"Senior Li, Buddha Tou encountered an ambush in the Shingon Sect. I have already informed the big boss. You should go quickly. I am afraid that President Baker and Buddha Tou will not be able to hold on until it is too late." After the King of Thunder and Lightning finished reporting to the big boss, he immediately dialed the number. Grandma’s cell phone.
Grandma listened quietly and said: "I know." She thought for a while and asked: "If Dorgon or Qingshi did not ambush the Buddha head collectively, but divided their troops to come to the door, what does it mean? Well, This is my test for you."
King Thunderbolt was stunned: "Ah? What's going on?"
"Forget it, you are indeed not as smart as my great-grandson. Every time I take a test on him, he always gives me a satisfactory answer." After saying that, my grandma hung up the phone.
No time to talk nonsense with this stupid minister, she's going to have a fight.
"Qing's heart, why are you here, are you looking for a beating?" Grandma put the new domestic smartphone back into her wallet, shook her little hand, and sent the wallet away.
The wallet contained food, drink, expensive clothes and various luxury cosmetics, as well as large bundles of cash. If it were destroyed in the battle, she would be so distressed that it would be difficult to breathe.
I also bought a new domestic mobile phone. Although my grandma has spurned the Qing court she once loyal to, she is still a patriotic heroine at heart. I used to follow my unpatriotic great-grandson astray and buy a Pear mobile phone, but now I have turned my back on the dark side and am a fan of domestic products.
She stood side by side with Bingzhaizi, facing the man in front of her who was wearing a blue coat, long braids, and a melon-pipe hat.
Faced with the question of Wushuang Fighting Spirit, Dorgon just sneered.
"Is there an ambush?" Bing Zhazi's eyes were as dark as ice, staring at Dorgon.
"Shh..." Grandma put her slender fingers to her lips: "Listen to the wind."
The wind brings the sounds of all things, the slight sound of the meadows undulating, the rustling of the branches and leaves, the low hum of insects, and the soft sound of the wings of wild birds.
Of course, there is also Dorgon's steady and powerful heartbeat.
"There is no ambush." After a few minutes, Grandma shook her head: "At least I can't tell."
Bingzhazi entered the enemy-locked state and turned his gaze to his grandmother. He was speechless and admired: "You seem to know everything?"
"For one hundred and forty years, time has been boring and meaningless to me. I often delve into the magic of Taoism and Buddhism. This is the best way for me to kill time. Well, no need now, this era is very It’s interesting, my great-grandson is also very profitable, and I don’t need to spend my time that way anymore. Anyway, my great-grandson’s money is mine, and he listens to me.”
This is no longer a hint, this is a naked declaration of sovereignty.
Bingzhazi curled his lips, as if he was too lazy to argue with her on this topic, "Was it a telepathic thing just now?"
Grandma nodded: "Tianertong represents wisdom, the one who can understand all sound realms and has unimpeded access. I only need to listen to your heartbeat, pulse, and the sounds of your limbs to know your inner thoughts. Unparalleled War This stinky woman, Hun, thinks about occupying Li Xianyu every day, and if she dares to rob me, sooner or later, I will show her how to behave...right?"
Bingzhaozi didn't feel embarrassed at all to expose his inner thoughts, and laughed without saltiness: "It's quite an interesting magical power."
Grandma sneered: "No, I haven't reached that level yet. I just guessed it. Because I have similar thoughts about you."
Over there, Dorgon frowned and said in a deep voice: "Every time I fight with you two, I have to listen to family ethics."
Grandma snorted: "You are no longer at the peak of Ji Dao, and you have no ambush helpers. Today I will beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy, and kowtow to apologize to the innocent souls of my Li family who have been slaughtered."
Dorgon ignored her and looked at Bingzhazi: "Lord of the Palace of the Gods, I have a question. Before I met you, I was deeply afraid of your power. But since Southern Xinjiang, I have discovered that you It's not as strong as I imagined, it's strong enough to suppress eight masters of the same level. Of course, if they are stupid enough to challenge you in a duel and be defeated by you one by one, then just pretend I didn't say anything."
He waited for a moment, but sure enough he didn't get a reply from Bingzhazi. This woman was arrogant and indifferent, not the type who would just talk to her if you talked to her.
Just as Dorgon was about to say something else, the ground beneath his feet suddenly rose up, like waves on a calm sea. This move always works wonders against masters with a stable lower body.
The unparalleled fighting spirit actually carried out a sneak attack... .
Dorgon was not an ordinary master, he took advantage of the situation and soared into the sky.
At this time, the roar of Qingyue echoed in the night sky, and the ice slag turned into a big bird surrounded by flames, fluttering its wings and flying towards Dorgon in mid-air.
His Royal Highness the Regent clenched his right fist, and the water elements floating between the sky and the earth were pulled, and they gathered like magnets and iron.
Wow!
The water elements merged into thin streams, and the thin streams rushed toward Dorgon's fist in a vortex shape. His fist was the center of the vortex.
Within a hundred meters around, the ground is chapped due to lack of water, the bark of trees peels off due to lack of water, the leaves are curled, and the meadows have lost their oily green color and become wrinkled and shriveled.
Everything has been deprived of moisture, leaving only a dry "body".
Even though she was as powerful as her grandma, she noticed that she was losing water rapidly and her mouth became dry. She could only reduce the loss of water, but she could not stop it.
Grandma drew talismans in the void with her fingertips, trying to interfere with Dorgon's ability to control water with water talismans, but she undoubtedly failed.
Faced with Tian Zi's No. 1 big water force, Grandma Grandma was powerless.
After condensing the majestic water element to the limit, Dorgon punched out, "crash", and the loud sound of surging waves was heard in the air. A spiraling water column rushed out and collided head-on with the phoenix that was coming towards him.
Rumble... ..
The water column collided with the flames, causing a deafening sound.
The movement is exactly the same as an undersea volcanic eruption. When a large amount of heat energy comes into contact with a large amount of water, such a sound will be made.
Thick water vapor instantly covered the night sky, like a thick fog filling the mountains and fields.
Grandma ran wildly like a strong little doe, with her shiny black hair swaying behind her.
She jumped up, stepped on the ground, put her two fingers together, and turned into pure, rich golden light.
If Li Xianyu saw this scene, he would feel inferior and cry bitterly, beat his chest and beat his feet, and his stomach would be perforated just because of the lemon. He worked hard day and night to practice the ultimate art of Ji Dao, and he was worthy of entry. Grandma and grandma came into the house as if to play.
crackle... .
Blue arcs of electricity swirled around the golden fingertips, and based on the powerful Vajra fingers, she cast the thunder method.
For a big water creature, thunder spells are not friendly.
Dorgon's power is water power, and the thunder and lightning power is not inherited.
The peak of the Jida is already the ultimate existence in the world. Continuing to devour thunder and lightning powers is just the icing on the cake. It will not produce a qualitative change. It is better to use it to cultivate an obedient thug.
It's a pity that this thug is now a young man.
The powerful Vajra Finger broke through the blockade of water mist and made the diffuse water mist become the best conductive material, temporarily paralyzing Dorgon and Bing Zhazi.
Grandma rushed into the steam and pointed her sword at Dorgon's chest.
With a "boom", Dorgon's chest exploded, and at the same time, the Qi machine exploded. The Qi machine turned into wind and waves, blowing away the dense steam mist.
Grandma stretched out her hand and grabbed Dorgon's braid, grinned her little white teeth, and roared: "The Qing Dynasty has been dead for more than a hundred years, why do you keep the whip?"
She pulled the braid off along with her scalp.
He was hit in the lower abdomen by Dorgon's punch and flew out like a cannonball, breaking dry trees along the way.
... ... .
Dangdangdang... .
Baker Richardson felt like he was forging a piece of iron with his own flesh and blood.
The master's physical body is already extremely powerful, and its cell activity is astonishing. Coupled with this indestructible body, C-position simply feels desperate.
Relying on his superb fighting skills, he connected his moves seamlessly, making it difficult for the master to resist. A little bit of the dignity of the C position was restored.
These days, meat is the father. But every C position is unwilling to be a son.
The golden ripples kept exploding, like fireworks in the dark night, and like golden flashing lights. It was really beautiful.
The Green Master's clone relied on its strong defense to withstand a killing blow from him. The golden light on its body shook violently and almost collapsed. It took advantage of the brief gap to grab President Baker's fist with its right hand, made a fist with its left hand, and hit him in the head.
Baker Richardson's body suddenly twisted, causing the fist that originally hit his heart to scrape his chest and punch the air.
He exhaled, his muscles stretched, and his body returned to its original shape from the rubber twist.
Without giving Qingshi a chance to continue his attack, he hugged Qingshi's arm and threw it over his shoulder, sending it flying and smashing into the cliff in the distance.
"Buddha's head, kill it with the Pheasant Sword." Baker Richardson roared.
Buddhatou strode out and took off the pheasant sword from his back. With a slight shake, the sword sheath fell apart, revealing the Japanese-style long sword that looked like iron but not iron, and looked like jade but not jade.
The sword blade slashed down, cutting the air and making a sharp whistle.
Ding!
Like the collision of iron weapons, the Grass Pheasant Sword did not cut through the Indestructible Vajra, because the Qingshi struck the blade with his bare hands and clamped the Grass Pheasant Sword in the palm of his hand.
"That's not how swords are used, old bald man." The young master chuckled and suddenly turned his hands. The sword hilt rotates accordingly, trying to escape from the Buddha's head.
The Buddha's head grasped the hilt of the sword tightly and spun in the air, turning the pheasant sword into a meat grinder.
Seeing that he could not seize the sword, the young master decisively let go, raised his foot and kicked the Buddha's head and chest, sending him flying.
At this time, Baker Richardson attacked from the oblique side and attacked alternately, not giving the Qingshi a chance to breathe.
And when Buddha Head attacked, he retreated decisively, and Baker Richardson's desire for survival was overwhelming.
It's not that they are unwilling to use their strength, and their weapons don't have eyesight. Being accidentally injured by the Pheasant Sword is no joke. Even if it is a slight cut, you will experience hell-like pain.
After the war started, Li Xianyu and Qin Ze reminded him that the toxins and self-healing abilities of the Qi Sword cancel each other out. If a vital part is stabbed, even if he carries Li Xianyu's self-healing blood medicine, it will not help. He can only Waiting to die.
"Buddha, your swordsmanship is not good. No, your overall fighting skills are terrible." Baker Richardson complained.
Fotou's attacks either failed, or were blocked by the Qingshi's skills, which made him extremely worried.
"The poor monk is a monk, please understand." Buddhahead sighed.
Ji Dao has strengths and weaknesses, but each has its own characteristics and strengths. The Buddha's head is characterized by its solid skin, and its ruler is characterized by its durability. The characteristic of Richardson is that he is good at kung fu.
To speak Chinese well, all it takes is hard work to grind an iron pestle into a needle.
President Baker didn't want to turn into an embroidery needle, so he wanted the Buddha's head to be front-facing. However, he didn't expect that the Buddha's head's close combat ability was not superb, and his swordsmanship was even very rough, and he couldn't kill the Qingshi at all.
"Buddha, give me the Pheasant Sword," Baker Richardson shouted.
His melee combat ability is outstanding in the Jida. If he masters the Grass Pheasant Sword, he can make the master's clone drink hatred in minutes.
"The poor monk promised Qin Ze that the grass pheasant sword would never leave his hand." Buddha shook his head.
This is an explanation. If you entrust strategic-level weapons to him, he must ensure that the weapons never leave his hands. If they do, people will die.
President Baker said no more. Although he joined Baoze, it was normal for Baoze not to hand over such an important weapon to him. Franchise is a kind of commercial cooperation, not your own.
Then create opportunities for the old monk... Baker Richardson quietly increased his breathing rate to warm up the emperor's engine.
The Buddha's head fingertips shot out golden beams one after another, forcing the young master to move in fancy ways. He lost the confidence he had before to forcefully attack the powerful Vajra finger. After all, he now had to face two enemies, and a sword that could severely damage them. .
Whoosh... .
The sound caused by the two strong winds was like a giant dragon swallowing oxygen. The ground under the Buick Richardson exploded with a bang, and gravel splashed everywhere.
But he himself remained where he was.
The young master's eyebrows jumped and he punched to the left.
The fist smashed out a figure, it was Baker Richardson, and the motionless body slowly dispersed, turning into an afterimage.
"snort... .."
Buick Richardson was punched and his sternum was largely broken. Fortunately, he was able to block it with his Qi Condensation Machine, otherwise this punch would have taught him what it means to feel cool.
President Baker received this punch on purpose. Just as a Buddha's head cannot hit Qingshi, it is also difficult for Qingshi to hit him in close combat. He was confident that he could miss 80% of the opponent's attacks.
When Qingshi threw this punch, it fell into the trap.
Baker Richardson hugged Qingshi's arm, twisted it behind his back, bent his knees and hit Qingshi's popliteal fossa, forcing him to kneel down with him.
The young master's knees sank, and he was about to kneel down, but he stood firm. He only bent his knees and did not kneel down.
"Buddha head, now!" yelled Baker Richardson.
Whoosh... .
In the sound like a strong wind, the Buddha's head dragged out afterimages, and stabbed Qingshi with his sword.
And Richardson, who was hugging Qingshi tightly from behind, was suddenly stunned.
These familiar moves, familiar visions, familiar oxygen inhalation...Buddha's head, what he just used was the God of War's blessing.
Fighting is always particularly difficult to write. I originally wanted to update 30,000 words today. After all, it is a small thing for me, but the fighting scenes seriously slowed down my coding speed. Really helpless.
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