Seven hundred and twentieth eight chapters decisive battle three
Lu Zhengkang twisted his sore neck, the candlelight at the end of the antlers above his head flickered, and the poison ivy swung like beads.
Kamski also covered his face, with a dent on the mechanical cheek.
The two of them are the strongest in the framework of the Nameless Island. At their level, the effects of all spells and energy attacks are very weak. As for the negative characteristics of banishment, maze, instant death and so on, they are even more powerful.
They are completely immune, so in a real fight, the punches will hit the flesh. Whoever can't withstand it first will die.
Without saying a word, Lu Zhengkang immediately rushed over and pushed horizontally with his palms upright. White-gold aura like water mist lingered in his palms. Kamsky raised his finger in return and stabbed the palm of his hand violently.
There was a crack of bones and a splash of blood.
A smooth round hole was opened in Lu Zhengkang's right palm, and Kamski's finger was broken.
Lu Zhengkang's expression remained unchanged, he wrapped his palms and tightly grasped Kamski's left hand.
"Look at you still running away!"
"I'm not afraid of you, why should I run away!"
The Seventh World laughed angrily, made a fist with his left hand, and punched Kamski on the waist and abdomen. The Overlord Armor blocked the punch, but the punch went straight in, knocking out a large mouthful of black blood from Kamski.
Lu Zhengkang was unyielding and beat him hard one after another. Kamsky grinned and also raised his right hand, hitting Lu Zhengkang on the nose.
One was beaten until his intestines were broken, and the other was beaten until stars appeared in his eyes.
Kamsky raised his knees, withstood another punch from Lu Zhengkang, and slapped his palm on the temple of the seventh incarnation. Lu Zhengkang felt a buzz in his head, feeling dizzy, and the world was spinning. He couldn't help but let go of his hand.
Kamsky was able to free his left hand from its binding.
Bai Yuan couldn't help but sigh: "Brother, you are really a big brother. After all, you are the incarnation of a Bodhisattva. How can you fight like a gangster..."
Lu Zhengkang covered his head and waited for two seconds. Kamsky also covered his abdomen and said nothing.
After everyone recovered and their injuries were healed, Lu Zhengkang pointed at Kamsky and said, "As a scientist, you are really amazing!"
"Hmph, each other, little friend, I didn't expect you to be so stupid. Compassion for your enemies is cruelty to yourself."
"I just want your death to be less ugly. After all, you are the only one who can be called my opponent in this life. I always save the best part for last."
Kamsky spat out the blood in his mouth and rushed over.
The muscles behind Lu Zhengkang's back flapped, and he moved back three inches. He dodged Kamsky's punch in the face, took advantage of the situation, and shot into the sky. His heel barely missed Kamsky's chin, but he was still hit.
He dodged this moment.
Elijah sneered, "Weren't you very fierce just now? Why are you hiding!"
"This is called the art of fucking fighting, idiot!" The seventh incarnation cursed harshly. He actually felt that the blood in his body was boiling like lava. Humanity was constantly returning to his heart. He felt that his body was burning with youth.
, the power of battle and song.
Kamsky responded with the middle finger, "You are uneducated, I will rub your tongue!"
Lu Zhengkang stopped bickering, leaned forward and rushed forward, fanning his wings fiercely behind his back, and his speed increased. In an instant, he was three inches in front of the enemy, his elbows were covered in front of him, and he hit Kamsky on the cheek.
Kamski leaned back, side-whipped his leg, and threw it at Lu Zhengkang's left waist, deflecting his offensive. This elbow hit was missed, and Lu Zhengkang's fists spread out like spring-loaded knives, falling rapidly downwards, even if he missed the target.
, and let the punch land on Kamsky's left hip bone, directly punching three inches into his lower abdomen.
In the way of martial arts, punching the body, beating the soul with the heart, moving the mind forward and reverse, and changing the situation to win or lose. Body, Qi, heart, spirit, mind, and momentum all have their own laws of struggle.
After absorbing thousands of reincarnations in the Pure Land and the combat experience of countless martial arts masters, Lu Zhengkang did not really practice a certain martial arts. Firstly, time did not allow it, and secondly, it was not necessary. He realized a set by himself
Sanshou can cope with any situation and can be regarded as a combination of the strengths of others.
The fight between Lu Zhengkang and Kamski was like a game of chess. Lu Zhengkang relied on experience, while Kamski relied on calculation. Who was stronger and weaker was determined by who could seize the chance of victory.
Kamski only felt as if his left half of his body had been electrocuted. He blocked his pain, but the touch was intensified. This kind of fire-like punch was really uncomfortable. He was immediately hit and lay down.
Lu Zhengkang raised his foot and stepped hard, and Kamsky rolled over to hide. A deep mark was left on the spot, and the whole palace trembled.
Before Kamski could get up, Lu Zhengkang slid his shovel close to the ground and kicked Kamski on his waist. He could clearly hear the snapping sound of his spine breaking.
One after another, before Lu Zhengkang could continue his pursuit, a slender blue stabbing sword as long as a needle gun flew out of the void. This was Slaanesh, and it stabbed straight at Lu Zhengkang. The Seventh Incarnation shook his sleeves and wrapped them around the sword body.
, he suddenly threw it aside, and Conghai, who had been huddled in the corner in aggrievedness, screamed, rushed over and cut Slaanesh into seventeen or eighteen pieces, swimming around proudly.
In this gap, Kamsky had repaired his divine body and stood up again, ready for battle.
Lu Zhengkang crossed his arms and shook his head, "Okay, don't say that I bully the elderly!"
"I could spend hundreds of years with you like this!"
Lu Zhengkang grunted, "Words of defeat." He rushed forward again and grabbed him face to face. Kamsky raised his sword and blocked it. Lu Zhengkang freed up a fist and stabbed the enemy's throat with his index finger.
, Kamsky dodged sideways, and then quickly rolled back to avoid Lu Zhengkang's pounce.
"You're getting more and more understanding, huh?" Lu Zhengkang was not surprised. Kamsky's computing power was rapidly making up for his combat experience.
"It's not too late to understand now. I'll leave you a decent way to die."
"Baizi, you are far from good enough!" The seventh generation felt that his blood finally boiled to the point of vaporization, and the endless inspiration in his heart burst out like a big explosion, and the mysterious divine will came from the extremely high level in the dark.
Flows down everywhere.
The large bulging muscles on his back like wings retracted, and then he stood upright, his left hand touching the ground, pointing to the ground, his right hand slowly lifted up from his lower abdomen, and a golden air flow exploded all over his body, blowing in all directions.
; Countless tiny golden swastikas appeared on a white jade-like cheek, intertwined like meridians; candles burned brightly above the head, and poisonous ivy whipped around like wild dragons; endless Sanskrit chants sounded in the deep dome.
Kamsky's cheeks twitched, and all his senses felt great pressure. Every centimeter of his body's skin felt like it was wrapped in a huge lead mass. He suffered extreme hearing loss, bitter taste, blackened vision, and blood vessels in his nasal cavity.
The explosion caused confusion in the sense of space and balance, and hallucinations emerged. He saw a mountain rising slowly on the boundless horizon. The mountain carried hundreds of millions of stars. The exploding glow of the sun and moon coated the mountain with a layer of halo.
color.
The nameless god was swaying in the overflowing energy, as if he was drunk and had no power to resist at all.
White Ape sighed: "It's been a long time since I last saw him. His magical power is indistinguishable. The Buddha's disciples are unparalleled. They can dominate the sky and the earth. Sumeru Divine Palm!"
This is the fundamental magical power of Lu Yuan Bodhisattva. If you practice it to a high and deep level, the Buddha Kingdom will appear in your palm.
The seventh reincarnation roared violently: "Today, I will let you die a miserable death, a horrible death that will be unbearable for all to see and be inflicted on everyone! Eat my palm! Drink!"
With one palm strike, wherever the wind of the palm struck, half of the Nameless Island sank.