The combatants all march forward in formation, and the Nine Sons' mantras are mutually reinforcing, nourished by nature, and immortal. This kind of supernatural creature is a treasure in the world, and it is also a rare weapon for hunting demons at the heaven level.
They were separated from the moment they were born, and each went to find his or her own path. But there was something sympathetic in their souls that bound them tightly together. Human beings interpret this kind of thing as family affection, but they feel that maybe this is
It's a kind of destiny.
One day, they will be reunited, and one day, their souls will merge and become a whole, just like "Gourd Little King Kong". They don't know whether that state is considered dead? It's just instinctive
If you want to be further away from each other, even if you sense each other's presence, you have to walk by like passers-by. Although I really want to call you brother, you still have to keep your mouth shut for the sake of each other.
No one wanted or dared to break this barrier, until Lin, the ninth son, found Dou, the ninth son. They had not seen each other for more than 200 years, but they recognized each other at the first sight.
Dou is the one who likes gun smoke the most among the nine sons. His nature makes him intertwined with gun smoke, death, and blood. He has fought in almost all famous battles in the world, from King Wu's defeat of Zhou to the Vietnam War, everywhere
You can always find a mercenary transformed into Dou to charge at the front.
It was not until recent years that Doucai returned to China and no longer wanted to participate in modern warfare. First, because modern surveillance equipment has become too powerful and it is difficult to hide his superhuman strength; second, because modern warfare has no sense of passion at all.
A team of modern warriors, armed to the teeth, hid in a trench several hundred meters away from the target. They didn't even dare to show their heads and just fired wildly in the direction of the target. After all the ammunition was used up, no matter whether the target was dead or not,
Directly calling for artillery fire or air support from the rear, I saw that the place where the front fire had been fired for half an hour was completely leveled with a roar.
Hey, hey, hey, if you have this skill, can't you just blow it up?
Just like that, Dou found a job in the underground boxing ring of the Imperial Capital. Don't get excited, he is not a boxer, but a sparring partner. The advantage of being a sparring partner is that when others leave, he will be left alone to clean the training hall.
, he can hit the sandbag unlimitedly to make his body sweat.
He doesn't want to fight, because he doesn't want to be beaten to death. Even a boxing champion can't withstand a punch with 10% of his strength. In comparison, a sandbag reinforced by cowhide and a support made of steel bars is much easier to use.
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And on a night like the past, Dou, who was playing sandbags alone under the spotlight, met his big brother.
"Doubi, come with me." Lin even skipped the words of greeting.
"Go away, I don't want to be your daddy's pet, nor do I want to merge with your soul. Also, my name is not Doubi!" Dou continued to slap the sandbag.
"My dad this time is different from previous dads. He is not a lofty king, nor is he a powerful person. He has talent, but he still needs time to experience it. The most important thing is that he is like being
It's like God has cursed me, and I will always be troubled by all kinds of troubles." Lin's evaluation of Thirteen is fair.
"So what? It's none of my business." Dou didn't even look at his brother.
"Doubi, you haven't always wanted to find a place where you can vent your strength. I guarantee that if you stay by his side, you can have endless fights." Lin tempted.
"With you and me, how can we even call it a fight? That's bullying, and I won't do that." Dou remained determined.
"Doubi, my dad's soul has left his body and gone to the underworld. He wants to snatch the soul of a partner from the hands of the King of Hell. Doubi, think about it, there are really people in this world who dare to challenge God.
Are you a human being who challenges me? If you and I were by my side at this moment, you could also travel to the underworld and fight with the gods. Do you think it is more interesting to be a sandbag or to challenge the gods?" Lin showed a devilish smile.
, Dou, who was standing under the spotlight, punched the cowhide sandbag in front of him in half.
Sand spilled from Dou's thorn-covered fists to the ground. Dou turned around with beads of sweat, "Can you really fight a god?"
"That's natural." Lin knew that Brother Doubi had taken the bait.
Just like that, they happened to catch up with the terrorist attack launched by Zhang Tianshi. Dou had not experienced such a day of bullets for a long time, especially when he met Taoist warriors with enhanced Taoist skills. Dou persisted and defeated a team of them before he felt happy.
I had to rush here, so I was a little late.
Fortunately, it happened just in time for the part where he beat up the drowned dog. This pair of red and white dogs, Lin, would never take mercy lightly. Even though Dou was his younger brother, his fighting strength was even higher than Lin's.
Perhaps because in the past 00 years, he has never left the battlefield and never stopped honing his spikes. He was born specifically for fighting, representing swiftness and courage, and the fighting spirit of becoming more courageous the more he encounters difficulties.
With the addition of this pair of brothers who are armed with heaven-level demon-hunting weapons, the balance of power between Thirteen and Zhang Tianshi has become more balanced.
Thirteen Qiang's hands suddenly relaxed, and he punched both sides violently with all his strength, smashing the concrete floor into pieces.
Thirteen walked from the center of the two fighting groups who were abusing dogs to Zhang Tianshi not far away, "Give up, that old guy Wu Zhu will never let you leave alive. Surrendering now is the wisest choice."
"Do you want to nag me to death with that mouth? I may lose, but I will never lose at your hands." Zhang Tianshi took off his dilapidated Bagua clothes and threw them into the air, exposing
A body as strong as a monster.
"We are almost 00 years apart. There is no way to close this generation gap. Can't you understand what I say? Old man, do you have to use your fists to talk?" Thirteen jumped forward with a body wrapped in cheap bones.
Fighting with this Taoist ancestor was a close hand-to-hand fight.
Ever since Zhang Tianshi's two souls and six souls were taken away by Dao Yichi, he has lost control of the martyred ghost boy. The ghost boy who has lost coordination is like a demented child who doesn't know what to do. It is easy to be guarded by the earth-level investigators.
Kill them all. The Earth-level investigators quickly rushed to Jinxiu Pavilion, but automatically became the audience of this battle. Among them, Lao Gecko and Yan Shen were the first to arrive. Yan Shen thought when Thirteen appeared on the stage.
He went up and had Zhang Tianshi killed. The second disease caused Yan Shen to think that the purpose of Zhang Tianshi coming here was to beat him to death.
However, the old gecko had the foresight to stop the Yan Shen. Unfortunately, the old gecko was considered the deputy captain in this operation, with a higher level than the Yan Shen. He acted in a group and obeying orders was his bounden duty. The Yan Shen obeyed the orders and transformed into an audience.
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When the battle reached the end, it could no longer be described as exciting. Shisan and Zhang Tianshi gave up all their techniques, strategy and thinking. They just exchanged fists with each other in the most primitive way. Zhang Tianshi's immortal body was indestructible.
He is almost immune to raw power; Thirteen has strengthened his physique with the Nijijue, and then further strengthened it with the base bone, and he has the capital to compete with Zhang Tianshi.
They were destroying each other's body, spirit and will. Thirteen had already eaten four times of bottled saliva concentrate in the middle of the fight, and they beat each other for a full half an hour. They beat each other's bones four or five times in the third year of high school, but still nothing.
Stop sign.
Thirteen broke Zhang Tianshi's right leg in a round of continuous attacks, but the price was that Zhang Tianshi shattered the bones of his right shoulder. Zhang Tianshi, who lost a foot, and Thirteen, who lost a hand, still refused to let go.
They stopped talking during the whole process and used their fists instead of words. Zhang Tianshi told Thirteen that he was an unyielding old man who was just using his strength to fulfill his wishes. He should have gained the respect of the world; Thirteen told
Zhang Tianshi, times have changed. Even the president can only serve for 8 years before stepping down. No one is born to be superior to others. This is an era that belongs to everyone.
After the fight, both of them laughed, so much that they forgot why they were fighting. When their fists met for the last time, both of them hit each other's heads and knocked each other to the ground.
Zhang Tianshi could no longer get up, and his last soul was almost exhausted. Shisan's situation was even worse. Not only did he exhaust his spiritual energy, he even suffered from symptoms of collapse, and the saliva on his body was concentrated.
After drinking all the liquid and no candy, Thirteen was already convulsing, as if he had asthma combined with epilepsy.
Just when this man was about to die, Lin Xi walked to Shisan and squatted down. Looking at this man who sent him to hell with his own hands, Lin Xi actually only needed to do nothing, just look at it, and he would
Go and experience the pain of being abandoned by someone you care about.
"Do you know what's the difference between you and me?" Lin Xi grabbed Shisan's neck and pulled him in front of him.
"Is it the difference between you being A + me being A?" Thirteen's mouth was still so annoying even though he was about to die.
"Wrong, the difference between you and me is that no matter how badass, perverted, or annoying you are... I will not watch you die." Lin Xi angrily kissed Shisan on the mouth, hoping to save his life.
The saliva went into Thirteen's throat.
Many times, Lin Xi feels like staying with Shisan is like a power bank, bulky, cumbersome, and useless. But this high-performance mobile phone named Shisan cannot do without the power bank. What is a little comforting is that,
Shisan's hug was still so gentle, not as ruthless and casual as when she held the power bank tightly.
After replenishing sugar, Thirteen finally came back to life, but the pain and weakness in his body had not been relieved much.
He stood up again, hooked his sword finger, and the ghost kiss flew over, clicking and connecting to the multi-level spirit release machine in his hand.
Thirteen sat astride Zhang Tianshi's waist, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, letting the sword edge hover over Zhang Tianshi's heart. He was really tired, and the hand holding the sword was trembling, but he was completely powerful.
To kill the person beneath you.
"Let's do it, Uncle Thirteen." Zhang Tianshi closed his eyes.