There was no words to say all the way. When Xiaoye ran to the garden, he was stunned and saw numerous wounds all over his body.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Before Xiaoye could react, there were four or five more wounds on his body. He was secretly shocked: Damn, who did this? How come this guy can't see it?
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A burst of wild and unrestrained laughter came from the horizon, "Hoo!" The huge strong wind blew the brothers almost five meters off the ground. The strong wind suddenly stopped, and the five brothers fell heavily to the ground.
A monster with big wings and no facial features, with arms and legs aligned, suddenly appeared. Standing on top of the heads of the brothers, the monster's wings were spread out three to four meters. What's even more surprising is that this guy
There were no facial features. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Countless crescent knives flew out from their wings and shot at the brothers.
It's still the same, you can only hear the sound but can't see the knife, making it impossible to make a move. In anger, the drunkard fired three fire dragons one after another and attacked the opponent. Xiaobai's embroidery needles flew aimlessly all over the sky, although he stopped many
Crescent Knife, but this style of play can only be regarded as a blind cat meets a dead mouse.
In desperation, the monk raised his hands above his head and kept spinning in circles, slowly generating wind. With the monk's hands as the center, the wind became stronger and stronger and gradually formed a small tornado. Countless crescent knives were involved in it and followed the wind.
Keep spinning.
"Bingbing! Ding!"
The crescent knife was chaotic in the wind and collided with each other. The diameter of the tornado continued to expand and covered a small half of the artificial lake. The lake water roared like rough waves.
The four members of Daye hurriedly avoided and almost got involved. Xiaoye was knocked over by a stone thrown by the strong wind and shouted: "Monk, stop quickly, otherwise there will be a big mess!"
In fact, the monk didn't want to do this. The load on his entire body had reached the limit, but if he stopped immediately, the tornado would be like an unfettered wild horse and the consequences would be even more terrifying. What should we do now? Everyone was frightened.
The King of Magic Sword spread his arms flat, as if everything had nothing to do with him, as if he was a god. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Suddenly there were countless explosions in the wind, the airflow instantly became chaotic, and the tornado gradually turned into a deformity.
This guy is a fucking character. He used the self-destructing crescent knife at all costs to disrupt the airflow. Soon the tornado was completely paralyzed. The sword king's arms danced rapidly like whips, and countless phantoms appeared in an instant, "
Bang! Bang!" Gradually the air around him exploded.
"Ah!" This guy had no facial features, and the monk really doubted where this roar that shocked the world came from.
After an unknown amount of time, his arms suddenly stopped, and the inner space of the tornado suddenly exploded, spreading from the inside out. "Boom!" In the blink of an eye, the tornado turned into nothingness and everything returned to calm.
More than half of the poor garden became flat ground. The monk was leaning on his knees with his hands and was out of breath. The King of Magical Sword suddenly moved and shot at the monk. "Hoo!" A fire dragon blocked his path and opened his blood.
Pen Dakou forcefully wanted to swallow the King of Magical Swords alive. The drunkard walked up to the monk and kept giggling: "Hey! Brother, save your life. I'll treat you to a meal later. Don't forget it!"
The monk rolled his eyes at him and was about to speak, when he saw King Dharma Knife kicking his feet back and forth and spreading his wings. He raised and lowered his hands to support the fire dragon's big mouth, but it couldn't close for a long time.
In a few breaths, the fire dragon was split into two parts between the upper and lower jaws, and the brothers were stunned and almost speechless.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! What a bunch of losers. They want to go against me even with this little ability. They are just like toads who want to eat swan meat!" The voice seemed to be far away in the horizon but also close in front of me.
Xiaoye's feet were moving wildly, and he saw a series of phantoms but no real body. In an instant, countless phantoms surrounded the King of Magic Blades in an instant. Suddenly the circle shrank and the King of Magic Blades punched and kicked him.
I could hear the sound of "Ping Pong!", but I didn't know where the punch came from and where the kick came from. After about ten minutes, Xiaoye quickly evacuated, and the circle slowly expanded, but it quickly expanded to its original size.
He shrunk, and was immediately beaten again. He went back and forth like this several times. When he retreated to the side of the monk, he stopped, looked at his red fist, and then looked at where he stood as if nothing was wrong.
The King of Magical Swordsmen, Xiaoye had the urge to vomit blood.
"You can't defeat me, just accept your fate! In about half an hour, everyone here will become my followers. In just thirty years, your evil thoughts as humans are getting stronger and stronger.
Selfishness, greed, betrayal, lust, gambling, ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I feel stronger than before. This is all given by you. Dear believers, please surrender to me. There is no complicated behavior here.
There should be no cumbersome intrigues when doing things, just be able to kneel down naturally and enjoy simple happiness to the fullest!"
The King of Magical Sword spread his wings wide and slowly flew ten meters into the air, glowing faintly in the dark night like a god and a savior.
It's just that this so-called light is black. The black light is shining in the dark night and can be seen clearly. This strange phenomenon immediately makes the scalps of the brothers go numb.
Suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and the monk did not hesitate to dance his hands and strike out with invisible and tangible palms. Hundreds of palm shadows appeared out of thin air. His palms rotated clockwise from left to right and slowly closed their palms together. The "Zhong Kui" tattoo on his back shone brightly.
, his eyes widened and he yelled angrily: "The evil ghost is back!"
Following the shout, both palms suddenly shot out, and the sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds. Black and purple lightning flashed back and forth in the clouds. "Boom!" Several thunder and lightning struck the King of Magic Blade like bolts from the blue. He seemed to be unable to dodge or dodge.
He completely ignored such a level of attack and felt secretly angry in his heart.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
All the lightning struck, but this was just the beginning. The black and purple lightning gathered together for a long time and slowly rotated, forming a slender purple tornado that seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth. "Pop! Pah!" The sound of thunder and lightning kept ringing inside it.
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The tornado swept past and involved the King of Magic Swords. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He could only hear the earth-shattering roar. In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the drunkard stretched out his nose and took a deep breath, shouting
Said: "He is still alive!" Two fire dragons descended from the sky and rushed towards the tornado. In the process, the two dragons intertwined back and forth. In their breath, they turned into a huge green dragon. It was dressed in red flames, raised its head slightly and accompanied by a dragon sound.
Groan into the tornado.
However, the drunkard did not stop and roared angrily: "Arhat Dharma Seal!" He pushed his hand out, and the Buddha Seal as tall as a person seemed so small at this time, but he still pressed towards the Dharma Sword King.
"Bang!"
The King of Magical Swordsman resisted tenaciously in the wind, and countless purple thunderbolts quickly penetrated into his body in the wind, making his whole body temporarily numb and unable to move for a short period of time.
"Roar!" After an unknown amount of time, the giant dragon opened its mouth and sucked the tornado into its mouth. The King of Magical Swordsman was seen riding the dragon's head in a slightly embarrassed manner. He made a fist with one hand and hit the dragon's head fiercely. The other hand turned into a palm and pressed against the Arhat's seal to block it.
With its attack.
The great cause suddenly rose from the ground. Four big hands hugged the back of the King of Magic Blades tightly, making it difficult for him to move. Thousands of embroidery needles formed a giant sword like a puzzle under Xiaobai's control and rushed into the sky.
The terrifying giant dragon's golden light shines under the Buddha's seal, forming a sharp contrast with the dim black light of the Dharma Sword King.
The huge dragon head was slightly raised, letting out a painful dragon roar. Daye's four hands formed claws and clasped tightly inside the body of the King of Magic Blades, trying to pull him back to relieve the dragon's pain.
Suddenly, a huge sword passed through the clouds and stabbed at the head of the King of Magic Swords. He wanted to use the power of the Buddha's seal to block the giant sword. But in the blink of an eye, countless phantoms suddenly appeared in the sky, and another one appeared on top of the dragon's head.
Man, this man was face to face with the King of Magic Swords. He raised his fists and attacked him like cannonballs. The shadows of his fists formed in the air, which was really spectacular.
The monk secretly sighed: Khan, it turns out that Xiaoye is not only fast with his feet, but also has first-rate fist speed.
The giant sword was getting closer and closer to the head of the Magic Sword King, almost within easy reach. Daye, Xiaoye suddenly jumped off the dragon's head, "Boom!" The blast of air blasted the two of them so hard that they almost vomited blood.
The monk and the drunkard quickly caught one with their eyes and hands. The brothers suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the dark clouds in the sky were blown to pieces.
The giant dragon that used all its strength illuminated the entire sky red with its body of flames. Almost half of the garden had become flat ground, and the water in the artificial lake was reduced by more than half. However, it was fortunate that the King of Magical Blades was gone.
The drunkard popped his red nose and smelled it for almost a minute, then said: "Disappeared, but definitely not dead!"
Well? What does this mean? The brothers were all secretly shocked.
"Haha! Little monk, he is right. If the King of Magic Sword dies so easily, he is not worthy of being king.
This is just a clone of him. Its power may be only one-tenth or one percent of the real body. Who knows? Even so, those who can survive in the hands of his clone will never be able to survive in this world.
More than a hundred people.
You are very lucky. At the most critical moment, his strength failed. Otherwise, with your three-legged cat skills, you would have lost your skin even if you didn't die." The old boy said slowly inside the monk's body.
After hearing this, the monk's brows knitted into knots, and the joy of victory was swept away. Could it be that the brothers had no choice but to score points at the mercy of others? He clenched his hands into fists, and his bones crackled loudly.
After a while, the old boy said again: "Anyway, today is a day worth celebrating. Your evil ghost has finally returned to his original position. Keep working hard and practice well!"
I don't know how much time passed, but Xiaoye patted the monk on the shoulder and said, "Hey, brother, what's wrong? Although the monster is not dead, it has not appeared for a long time. It is estimated that he ran away. Looking at your depressed look, maintenance
World peace is Ultraman's business and has nothing to do with us, so just run away! What's the big deal!"