Immortal wind and deceit: the secret scriptures of the seven chapters of Xuanjun at the beginning Chapter 127 Go back to each family, fight again next time
Chapter 127 Go back to each family, fight again next time
"Gan!" Chai Jin only had time to utter his last words before his throat was pinched by the great white ape Ma Huagong.
Ma Huagong looked at the fish head in his hand, twisted his neck, and then crushed Chai Jin's head. Then he looked at Wu Qiu, who had stopped the bleeding from the wound with a healing spell, and said, "Boy, you are so beautiful.
If you are willing to be my eunuch, I will not be able to spare your life."
Wu Qiudao lost too much blood, his face turned pale, and he smiled miserably: "Da Mahou, I think you are lying again."
Ma Huagong stared at Wu Qiudao and suddenly laughed and said: "You little naked ape is quite clever, not bad. I lied to you."
Wu Qiudao said: "Da Mahou, actually I discovered a problem just now. I wonder if you have discovered it?"
Ma Huagong thought for a while and asked curiously: "I didn't find any problem, you might as well tell me."
Wu Qiudao said: "Looking at it, I feel that your speed is actually not that fast. It's just that the flash ability of Shenzu Tong makes your movements more unexpected, and your actual performance is just average."
Ma Huagong sneered: "What a shameless statement. If my attack speed is average, why can't you dodge it?"
"Because you didn't remove my right hand the first time, I escaped your sudden attack. If my prescience had been earlier, you wouldn't have been able to hurt me at all!"
After saying that, Wu Qiudao closed his eyes, "If I abandon the five senses and focus on sensing, I will definitely be faster than you!"
Ma Huagong exhaled and mocked, spitting out saliva from the interlocking teeth in his mouth, his whole body burst into light, and suddenly disappeared into the air.
Wu Qiudao sat there, motionless with the flying sword floating on his body, as if he was not aware of it at all.
A huge claw suddenly shot out and grabbed Wu Qiudao's neck, but the hair on his neck stood up, and the flying sword jumped directly over and hit the giant claw, knocking Ma Huagong's strength away.
Wu Qiudao closed his eyes and smiled: "How is it? I told you that your speed is only average, you still don't believe me?"
Ma Huagong looked at his giant claw angrily and murmured to himself: "Impossible! My speed cannot be slow! I am obviously very fast, why are you talking nonsense? Why?"
This evil mountain god was so angry that he kept using his magic feet and flashing attacks in the air. However, the flying sword seemed to have eyes, repelling every attack of Ma Huagong, and even hurting Wu Qiudao.
In this way, the golden stone of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" hit the ears. Ma Huagong's attack speed is getting faster and faster, and the speed of the flying sword defense is even more upright.
You and I fought like this for a long time. Ma Huagong stopped and kept panting. Wu Qiudao asked: "What's going on? Damn monkey, are you getting slower and slower? Are you tired?"
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Ma Huagong said with a smile: "Your flying sword reaction is getting slower and slower. Are you losing too much blood, dizziness, and unable to concentrate your thoughts? If I drag it on, you little naked ape will definitely die today."
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Wu Qiudao opened his eyes, looked at Ma Huagong with his pale and blue handsome face, suddenly put the flying sword on his throat, laughed wildly: "Then you should first see if I am afraid of death, right?"
The flying sword poked in, directly severing Wu Qiudao's trachea and arteries. The midge, which had been hiding in the grass in the distance, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate, covered its mouth and forced itself not to scream.
Did Huang Zengtian, the rampant emperor and the dragon warrior who subdued countless heavenly beings with his flying sword skills, fall here?
Taking a deep breath, Wu Qiudao woke up from the darkness of death, wiped the blood from his throat, raised his head and looked at Ma Huagong energetically: "Okay, I won't be dizzy now, how about it?"
Do you want to play another round?”
Ma Huagong was shocked and took a few steps back: "You... how can you come back from the dead?"
Wu Qiudao twisted his neck and made a cracking sound: "You won't hit me? Then I will hit you!"
"Three thousand trouble threads, the sword light is like the secret of sorrow! Look at my move, cut off the troubles!"
The Seven-Star and Five-Year Sword suddenly flew into the sky. The sword kept vibrating in the air, creating countless black sword lights. It rushed towards Ma Huagong like a black waterfall. Ma Huagong's figure flashed and jumped.
A few hundred meters away.
However, this black sword light waterfall seemed to have automatically grown eyes, branching out into tributaries and rushing towards Ma Huagong. The more Ma Huagong was dazzling, the more tributaries the sword light created. Soon, the entire waterfall was divided into tributaries.
The sky was shrouded in black sword light.
The raccoon cat transformed by Lu Yan looked up at the thick sword curtain. He was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. It had only been a long time since he had taught him the method of dividing sword light, and he was able to separate such an astonishing number of sword lights.
, this talent is too terrifying.
This is no longer a question of whether it will hurt the mind. Lu Yan simply can't imagine that a person can still stand where he is after having so many thoughts in his mind.
Wu Qiudao ignored the mood of the civet cat paddling in the water, but laughed loudly at Ma Huagong and said: "Three thousand troubles haunt the human heart, and old sorrows are added to new ones. The light of the sword is like sorrow. This move of mine,
If you try to block it, you can't!"
The sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding" is endless, as if in a noisy blacksmithing room.
Ma Huagong was too tired to jump at this time, but Wu Qiudao's flying sword could only knock him back one step. This fine rain of sword light had poked all over Ma Huagong's body, and he couldn't move at all.
I couldn't find any cover.
Wu Qiudao took back the flying sword, wiped the nosebleed from his nose, stood firm with the Seven-Star and Five-Year Sword, and asked: "Hey, Damahou, I can't kill you, and you can't kill me, why don't we each go our separate ways?"
Home, each looking for his own mother?"
Ma Huagong reluctantly sat up from the deep pit created by the sword light, and said with a forced smile: "Boy, I understand what you said, so that's it, today's battle is over, and we will fight again next time!"
The two guys who wanted to kill each other immediately did not make any pretense of shaking hands and making peace. Instead, they each looked at each other, said "hum", turned around and left.
"That's right!" Wu Qiudao suddenly turned around and called to Ma Huagong, "Did you capture a lot of women up there?"
The limping Ma Huagong clenched his fists, stood still, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wu Qiudao said: "Don't take your anger out on those women. We are just making a truce. I will take them away after the beating."
A smile full of goodwill appeared on Ma Huagong's face: "Don't worry, women are not for beating. I am a mountain god after all, and I will definitely not let my anger out!"
"That'll do!"
After returning to the cave, Ma Huagong was furious when he saw the women who had betrayed him. He punched each of the women to death, then whistled and summoned a group of female apes from the woods.
, bury these women.
Ma Huagong looked down the mountain fiercely: "I lied to you!"