Standing on a high place is probably the common preference of the superiors, so that they can overlook the common people and appear superior to others. The high place makes people feel agitated, and there are countless scenery.
But for Keyong Li, he likes to stand on a high place, just because the high place has a wide field of vision and can detect changes everywhere, so that he can control the overall situation. For a general on the battlefield who dispatches troops, it is necessary for every battle, and it is already a habit of Li Keyong.
So when Li Ye said "Come down if you have the guts", a burst of anger suddenly arose in Li Ke's heart, as if he was standing on a high place, just to show his uniqueness, and to take advantage of the strategy. It's as cheap as it gets.
"Bastard!" Li Ke jumped down from the roof with his spear upside down, bowed and rushed towards the small courtyard step by step. He walked swiftly, like a tiger and leopard, with dust splashing from his heels.
Mo Laodang took the first step, he disappeared from the roof, and arrived in front of Liu Dazheng in an instant. When he appeared, he was bathed in a green light, and he slapped Liu Dazheng's chest with a palm, and there was a water-like aura around his palm: "Fantastic!" Track palm!"
There is no huge palm shadow, but no one will doubt the power of this palm.
Liu Dazheng's eyebrows and eyes were serious, he noticed that the old man's cultivation had also reached the eighth level of Qi training, and it was obvious that he had stepped into the eighth level of Qi training for a long time, and his true energy was very strong.
If the previous middle-aged man was able to break through a battle formation of 300 people with a single strike, then Mo Lao's palm could directly overthrow all 300 people.
Mo Lao has the ability to appear and disappear, and has a strong and powerful true energy, and this palm itself is also unpredictable, it is clearly just an ordinary palm strike, but Liu Dazheng can't figure it out. It seemed that what he saw was just a phantom, and he couldn't accurately judge the real position of the opponent's palm at all. If he rushed to meet it, he might miss it with one blow.
If so, he will be taken advantage of by the opponent, and the opponent's powerful palm will be printed on his chest without hindrance!
Even a slap that can overturn a battle formation of 300 people, if it hits a person's chest, one can imagine how terrible the consequences will be. Liu Dazheng absolutely does not want to be hit by this slap.
Sensing Liu Dazheng's seriousness, Mo Lao smiled at the corner of his eyes—it was a sign of confidence.
He had told Li Keyong before that he would teach Liu Dazheng a lesson. He has lived a long time and cannot speak big words.
At this moment, Liu Dazheng is in a difficult situation, but it is not that there is no way to deal with it.
He can retreat, distance himself, take a defensive position, and observe while entangled. This is the most effective way to deal with it.
But he did not retreat.
He cannot retreat.
What is a bodyguard
Those who have no retreat and cannot take a step back are called personal guards.
Because behind him is the person the guard wants to protect.
As soon as he retreats, the people behind him will be threatened.
Whether it is fighting on the battlefield or fighting in the rivers and lakes, in a head-on battle, the personal guards can only die in battle and cannot retreat.
The soldiers can die, but the general must be safe!
This is what it means to be a soldier!
As the commander of the personal army, Liu Dazheng, who has followed Li Xian in countless battles, has not experienced danger. He understands this truth better than anyone else.
If you can't retreat, then simply advance!
Liu Dazheng took a step forward, mobilized all his spiritual energy, used his hand as a knife, and stabbed Mo Lao's neck obliquely with one hand knife!
Mo Lao's palm technique is profound, he has never seen it before, and in a hurry, he couldn't see through the opponent's changes in reality and reality, and accurately received the opponent's palm.
If you can't pick it up, then simply don't pick it up.
Fighting for the chapter of Zhong Mo Lao, Liu Dazheng also wants to deal a fatal blow to the opponent.
Exchange injury for injury? No, life for life!
Liu Dazheng is not afraid to trade his life for his life!
Behind him is King An. He has no choice, and he doesn't need to choose!
Sensing Liu Dazheng's intentions, Mo Lao's eyes froze.
But he didn't come back.
On the contrary, he still sneered in his heart.
In the fight in the rivers and lakes, using this kind of tactic of killing each other seems to be not afraid of losing both sides, but in fact, it is just the weaker side. When there is no other way, it wants to make the opponent fearful and force the opponent to retreat. So as to resolve their own crisis tricks.
As a veteran of Jianghu, Mo Lao has seen this kind of situation a lot.
Jianghu monks, especially those with high cultivation bases, live in glory and wealth, who would spare their lives
This kind of move is just to threaten the opponent to retreat under the guise of going all out.
Needless to say, Liu Dazheng's hand knife was just a feint, and he was already ready to retreat and distance himself.
Of course, Mr. Mo would not let Liu Dazheng's trick succeed.
So he didn't stop, let alone retreat, his palm turned into reality, and slammed hard on Liu Dazheng's chest.
The moment he hit Liu Dazheng, Mo Lao should have been proud.
But he didn't.
On the contrary, his expression froze, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Because Liu Dazheng didn't do what he expected, he just wanted to force him back with a feint.
The opponent's knife was as heavy as a mountain, and it slashed at his neck!
Bang, bang, two muffled sounds, almost at the same time!
Both of them turned pale.
Mo Lao's palm slammed on Liu Dazheng's chest, and Liu Dazheng's knife slashed at Mo Lao's neck. The moment the two men's clothes were thrown back, Li Keyong, who was holding a spear upside down and his eyes were full of fighting spirit, , is crossing the threshold and rushing into the courtyard gate.
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On the side of the courtyard door, Song Jiao, who was leaning against the door frame, her purple robe slightly fluttered because of the gust of wind that Li Ke used to run. She lowered her eyebrows, did not stop Li Keyong, and let him run past, as if she hadn't seen him.
In Song Jiao's eyes, there was a figure of a monk in cassock, holding a magic wand, still standing on the roof.
That is her opponent.
Li Ke rushed in front of Li Ye, swung his spear from his armpit, and stabbed straight at Li Ye's face. His shots were simple and direct, and he used the most effective offensive moves, using the shortest distance with his weapon.
With the spear blade as the center, the spirit wind rushes towards both sides crazily and quickly against the direction of the spear piercing, which makes the spear piercing straight look extraordinarily sharp, as if in front of it, even if It is a heavy shield of gold and stone, and a hole will be pierced by a spear.
"Wu Na Niaosi, are you afraid?!" Li Keyong yelled, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth were full of joy, "If you have the guts, don't back down!"
When he yelled this sentence, he was obviously very confident in his own shot, as if he had seen the scene where Li Ye vomited blood.
Of course he has self-confidence, because he did not hold back, and the thunder struck.
With his thunder strike, he has killed the chief general of the army and the masters of the rivers and lakes.
As a veteran general who is used to fighting in the battlefield, I don't know how many enemies died under his spear. If their corpses were piled up, it might form a hill.
His strength was foreshadowed by the lives of countless people, and his achievements were eye-catching records in the military policy medal book!
On the north side of the Yin Mountain, on the other side of the Great Wall, the grassland tribes who have been violating the border for many years, clearly know the weight of Li Ke's use of this name, and have an unforgettable memory of this spear with shining runes!
Li Ke used Li Ye in front of him, with calm eyes, facing the thunderous strike that was accumulated with countless blood and lives in the battlefield, he was not moved in the slightest, but just pulled out Lu Jujian.
With a bang, the moment Lu Gu's sword was unsheathed, there was a loud sword chant.
The sword air circulated, like a dragon flying out of the sea, soaring into the air.
Li Ye also stabbed straight with his sword.
Different from Mo Lao's moves, the moves he and Li Ke used had no tricks at all, but an indomitable killing spirit.
"Sword energy produces lotus!"
Li Ye knew that today's battle would not last for too long, because what the two sides had to decide was not only the outcome, but also life and death. Both sides' killing intent had been decided, so why would you need all kinds of tricks in a life-and-death battle
After Qinglian, Li Ye's face looked a little hazy, but his voice was extremely clear: "Whoever retreats first loses!"
"Come!"
The long sword and the spear hit each other without fancy, the aura scattered like a meteor, and the roar was as powerful as gold and stone, and there were explosions of air everywhere around the two of them, and the dust flew like fog.
Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others in the courtyard, seeing Li Keyong running towards him, had already revealed their magic weapons and were ready to make a move.
But before they could make a move, they felt stiff and unable to move. The body seemed to be turned into a stone, and the aura in the sea of qi seemed to be sealed, and it couldn't be mobilized even a bit.
Not only the two of them, but also the other government officials in Chang'an Mansion.
Inside and outside the courtyard, ten or twenty monks all stood in place, unable to take a step.
In front of each of them, there appeared a majestic Buddha statue. The Buddha statue was bathed in golden light. They didn't know its size or breadth. They only saw that it covered the sky and covered the whole world. It was so majestic that people couldn't help it Worship.
The monk with a low cultivation base and a weak mind has already knelt down, bowed and shivered on the ground.
Both Wang Li and Shangguan Qingcheng were pale, gritted their teeth and struggled to support themselves.
At the gate of the courtyard, Song Jiao, who only had a monk in her eyes, waved her hand in front of her, like a Buddha removing dust, and the golden Buddha in front of her eyes disappeared without a trace. Great Buddha Jiyu, are you treating my old lady like a log?"
As he spoke, Qian Hanxiao was already on his lips, and with the flick of his jade finger, Yi Shuihan's melody rose like snowflakes.
When the flute sounded, the sky and the earth paled, and instantly entered the world of cold winter and heavy snow.
In front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and the others, the image of the Golden Light Buddha began to flicker, and snow fell all over the sky.
Monk Huiming, who has always looked as usual, like a Buddha statue in the temple, seems to never change, heard the sound of the flute, his eyes suddenly changed, and his face was instantly covered with seriousness. Change, full of chilling and cautious meaning, like walking on thin ice, like facing an abyss.
"Since I entered the Central Plains, I have never seen someone as high as the benefactor." The monk put down his magic wand, sat cross-legged on the roof, put his hands together, his eyes slightly closed, his lips moved slightly, and began to chant the mantra.
Accompanied by the rapid movement of his lips, the sound of Buddhist scriptures chanting, starting from him, spread in all directions. At this moment, a golden light shone behind the monk, dazzling like the sun, which made him look like a statue Dao Jin Buddha.
Sanskrit sounds scattered, and in front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others, the heavy snow dissipated, and the Buddha's light gradually flourished.
Song Jiao's eyebrows and eyes darkened slightly, and Yi Shuihan's tune suddenly became full of power.
So the Buddha statue was blurred again, and the snow was flying again.
The two took this world as their battlefield, and started an invisible but dangerous contest with the sound of flute and Sanskrit sound as their weapons.
Whoever has the better technique, whoever can win the control of this world, will be able to dominate the entire battlefield!