Xiang Que waved his big hand, as if he was commanding an unparalleled warrior with thousands of troops. He was quite domineering, no, it was a three-hundred-sixty-degree attack.
There are definitely not thousands of troops. There are only six fighting spirits that have been dead for who knows how many years. Their momentum is inferior to that of thousands of troops, but the effect is extremely crushing.
"Roar..." The fighting spirits rushed into the air one after another, filled with overwhelming evil energy, and rushed towards the lonely ghosts like arrows from the string.
The food chain has never changed through the ages. Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps. It is the truth that one thing will bring another thing down. As soon as the six fighting spirits came out, those lonely ghosts felt the pressure from the depths of their souls.
The fear suddenly faded away.
There are also strengths and weaknesses in fooling around. For a lonely ghost, the fighting spirit will always be the one standing at the top of the pyramid and cannot afford any resistance.
"Whoa!" Razaka was suddenly startled. He and Gui Jiangtou had the same mind. It was the ghost he raised, and they were very connected. He felt the feeling of fear first, not only fear but also palpitations.
But just as he realized it, before he had time to react, the war spirit pounced on him, like six leopards rushing into a herd of sheep. The war spirit wrapped around a lonely ghost and opened its big mouth and began to bite.
He stood up with the power to swallow up mountains and rivers, and the lonely ghosts were instantly swallowed up by the fighting spirits, and then the fighting spirits rushed towards the remaining lonely ghosts one after another.
Immediately, the lonely ghosts fled in all directions, but their speed was not faster than that of the fighting spirits, and it seemed that they were about to be overtaken.
"Stop, bastard, stop it," Razaka jumped and yelled, showing off his hozen-like appearance. He jumped up and down like a monkey and yelled, "Stop, stop it."
Heartache, very heartache!
Lonely ghosts are easy to find, but it is not easy to raise them as ghosts. These ghosts cost Razaka a lot of time, experience and effort. Over the years, he has only raised dozens of them in total.
Only, I didn't expect that two or three of them would be eaten alive by Xiang Que's fighting spirit in the blink of an eye. The loss was truly heartbreaking!
One less is one less, and he won't have time to continue raising them.
"Your methods are actually of no use to me. Your head-lowering technique can't be applied to my body at all. Even Miao Jiang's Gu worms have been planted in my body and I can forcefully practice it.
You are just daydreaming if you want to trick me with a head-dropping trick." Xiang Que said coldly with his hands behind his back: "You decide your territory? In fact, you don't know, there is no permanent territory in this world, you just have no one to decide.
I'm just stronger than you. If I'm stronger than you, what else can you do to make the decision? If you don't believe me, try your best to use all the tricks you can to lower your head. Just see if I can crack them all for you.
"
Razaka stared at Xiang Que with gritted teeth and said, "Don't you want to find someone who can solve the problem of summoning ghosts and summoning souls?"
"Uh-huh" Xiang Quemuran was stunned, and whistled at the fighting spirit. Liu Tiao's still-unfinished fighting spirit, who seemed to be quite hungry, looked at him complainingly, then turned around and got back into the long sword.
This will definitely work, so Xiang Que stops.
"What did you say just now? Say it again." Xiang Que took back his sword and asked a little impatiently.
"Didn't you come to Malaysia just to break the spiritism of hundreds of ghosts?" Razaka said.
"Do you know who lowered his head?" Xiang Que frowned and asked in disbelief.
"..." Razaka looked at Xiang Que deeply, and after a long while, he sighed and turned around and said, "Let's go in and talk."
A moment later, in the temple, Xiang Que and Razaka sat cross-legged on two futons facing each other.
"Your Chinese Taoist sect is still as arrogant and unreasonable as ever. Some people went to your country and were kicked out indiscriminately. Now they seem to be quite reasonable when they go to other people's places. How dare you break into my temple without telling me?"
The bad guys will come to you, where does this come from?" Razaka said angrily.
Xiang Que squinted his eyes and said: "Whether it's the Buddhist Taoist sect in China that kicks out the offenders, or I'm being unreasonable here, in the final analysis, it's the same reason. There is no reason in this world. Whose
Whoever has a bigger fist has a stronger foundation. This is the truth. Our Taizu has a saying that is right, political power comes from the barrel of a gun. This has long told the world that everything is clouds. Only having a gun in your hand is the right way. Today it is me
I can break your head-lowering technique, so what I say is justified, but if your head-lowering technique traps me, will you still sit face to face with me?"
Razaka pursed his lips, and suddenly said with a faint smile: "We only fought for three or two points, can you tell who is stronger and who is weaker? Haha, the head-lowering technique is not as simple as you think, I want to really
Even if I want to deal with you, you may not have the confidence to sit here and talk to me. China has a profound foundation in Buddhism and Taoism, but the head-lowering technique did not appear only in the past few decades or hundreds of years.
It’s a very long time to go back in history. I just don’t want to cause a lose-lose situation with you... After all, you and I have no enmity or enmity. You can also say that we..."
Razaka shut up in the middle of his words, as if he had swallowed something important.
But in the first half of the sentence, Xiang Que also admitted that if a technique can be passed down for many years, there is always a reason for its existence. If the technique is really worthless, it will not disappear for thousands of years.
Will Xiang Que look down on the head-lowering technique?
Of course not. Just seeing that he has tried so hard to remove the head-drop on Wanwan's body, the magic of this technique cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes.
Razaka's words are not bragging. As one of the eight highest-ranking and most powerful subjugation masters in Malaysia, it is really impossible to tell the depth of the opponent after a moment of fighting. If he really uses his tricks frequently, Xiang Que will probably pick up on his own.
It won't be so easy.
He also didn't want to see a lose-lose situation.
For a moment, both sides looked at each other and were silent.
After a long time, Xiang Que asked: "Do you seem to know who caused the ghost hunt?"
Razaka did not say a word, but suddenly shouted out the door: "Chaji, come in"
The monk who brought Caixili before came in respectfully: "Master"
"Go and arrest the man named Cai. Before you arrest him, please find out whether he has disclosed any information about Mr. Xiang to others," Razaka ordered.
"Yes, Master"
Xiang Que was stunned for a moment. After several thoughts flashed through his mind, he suddenly felt that it was quite interesting for him to meet this Master Razaka.
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