Eight hundred and twentieth chapters fixed body technique
To He Xie, Zhiqiu Yiye's sword was like a child playing house, because this guy used pure martial arts. He seemed to be very confident in this sword. He was powerful and heavy, and moved forward without leaving anything for himself.
Any way out.
Perhaps even the previous Yan Chixia had to avoid the sharp edge of this sword, but what he encountered was He Xie who had already shattered the void.
This is an ancestor who played martial arts.
So when Zhiqiu Yiye slashed the whole thing with his sword, he didn't react yet because he didn't even see He Xie move away. How could he just slash the whole thing?
Then he lowered his head and found that the sword in his hand was missing.
A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Where is the sword?
The sword is on the butt.
To be precise, at the moment when a white horse passed through the gap, He Xie dodged and dodged the sword, made a sword flower, then crossed the sword blade and slapped Zhiqiu Yiye on the buttocks.
Snapped!
A clear and loud sound sounded, and Zhiqiu Yiye felt a huge force coming from him, and his whole body flew out uncontrollably.
Only when he was in mid-air did he feel the burning pain in his buttocks.
"ah……"
Plop!
He screamed and fell heavily into the dust.
Then his face turned red.
His blood surged, and his mind was completely occupied by anger.
Did I get spanked?
How come I, a great hero and a peerless mage, actually got my butt spanked?
What a shame!
"I'll fight you!"
He roared and rolled up, suddenly made a fist with his hands, and shouted: "Wind, fire, thunder, lightning, frost, kill!"
Push out with both palms!
He Xie didn't panic and made a circle in front of him with one hand, and a layer of ripples suddenly appeared in front of him, like light and water.
Bang bang!
Two rays of fire exploded on the ripples, but their energy seemed to be stuck in the mud, without even half of it being released.
He Xie stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air. The next moment, a giant golden palm suddenly appeared around Zhiqiu Yiye, grabbing his body and pulling him over.
“Hey, hey, hey—” Zhiqiu Yiye screamed in panic and twisted his limbs, but He Xie was still caught.
He Xie raised his sword with a smile and dropped it heavily again.
Snapped!
"Ouch!" The internal energy of the Capturing Dragon Skill dissipated, and Zhiqiu Yiye fell heavily to the ground. He received two consecutive blows on his left buttocks, which swelled up like a doughy bun, making one side of his pants high and the other low.
"Pfft..." Fu Yuechi couldn't help laughing.
Even Ning Caichen couldn't help laughing.
On the other side, the stone corpse quietly poked its head out of the coffin, its green eyes seemed to be smiling a little, and it was breathing rapidly.
"Don't spank me!" Zhiqiu Yiye was going crazy. He completely lost his mind.
Make a secret gesture with your hands and slam them together.
Boom!
The next moment, the land on both sides of He Xie suddenly rumbled and rolled, and two earth platforms grew, squeezing toward the middle.
He Xie was not in a hurry, and he flicked his wrist twice, like a phoenix waving its tail. He heard two "boom boom" sounds, and the earth platforms on both sides exploded suddenly.
At just the right moment, Zhiqiu Yiye jumped up, shouted and slapped He Xie with his palm.
He Xie's figure flashed and disappeared from Zhiqiu Yiye's eyes.
"No, no, no..." Zhiqiu Yiye had a very bad premonition in his heart, and a look of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
His hunch was spot on.
Snapped.
It's still the left buttock, still the same strength.
"ah……"
Zhiqiu Yiye screamed and flew out. This time, the pain made him shed tears and runny nose.
Plop!
He fell heavily to the ground.
"Your grandma's..." He screamed in pain and turned around, his eyes red.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood on his palm and quickly used the blood to draw a talisman: "The magic weapon is urgent, urgent as the law -"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pointed his palm towards He Xie and shouted: "Ding!"
He Xie's eyes lit up, he had been waiting for this move for a long time.
Knowing that Qiu Yiye's martial arts were terrible and his spells were so-so, it could be said that he was only half a sword with two swords, but this body-holding technique was the only one that interested He Xie.
He didn't evade or resist, but stood quietly on the spot.
next moment--
Buzz!
He Xie felt numb all over his body, his energy and blood suddenly stagnated, and he froze in place.
"Hahaha..." Seeing this, Zhiqiu Yiye burst out laughing wildly, "See, you still haven't been tricked? Oops..."
He smiled so wildly that he accidentally touched his buttocks, which made him cry uncontrollably.
He subconsciously reached out and touched it, only to find that his elbows were resting on his buttocks.
Is it so swollen...?
A leaf full of tears in Zhiqiu's eyes, filled with sorrow and indignation.
He suddenly looked at He Xie, his teeth itching with hatred, he limped this way and gritted his teeth and said: "Dare you spank Master Dao? Master Dao, if I don't spank you till your ass blossoms today, it's hard to eliminate the hatred in my heart."
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"Master Zhiqiu doesn't want it. When will we retaliate?" Ning Caichen hurriedly stepped forward to break up the fight, but was pushed away by Zhiqiu Yiye.
"Go away, you stupid scholar, why didn't you break up the fight just now?" He said through gritted teeth with tears streaming down his face, "If you had broken up the fight earlier, my butt wouldn't be so swollen!"
"Pfft!"
Fu Yuechi on the side couldn't help laughing again.
"Why are you laughing? Have you never seen a hero being spanked?" Zhiqiu Yiye shouted in embarrassment.
Fu Yuechi stuck out his tongue: "I've seen spankings before, but this is the first time I've seen such a big man cry when he was spanked."
"Do you think I want to cry?" Zhiqiu Yiye's face was full of grief and anger, with a crying tone, "Look at my butt, there is enough space for someone to sit on it, oooooooo..."
"Pfft..." Fu Yuechi and Ning Caichen couldn't help laughing this time.
"Smile, smile, smile!" Zhiqiu Yiye glared angrily at the motionless He Xie and snatched the sword from his hand, "I'll let you know what it means to be happy alone is not as good as everyone's happiness."
He gritted his teeth and raised his sword high.
puff!
Suddenly, more than ten wisps of green smoke came out from He Xie's body. Zhiqiu Yiye's movements suddenly froze and his eyes widened.
He Xie was deeply lazy and nodded with satisfaction: "This is a good move. Using magic power to seal the Qi and blood has great potential for development."
He smiled and looked at Zhiqiu Yiye who was very close, holding his sword high.
Gulu.
Zhiqiu Yiye's throat rolled and he said in a trembling voice: "Did you break my body-fixing technique?"
"I'm broken." He Xie nodded with a smile.
"Can you not spank me?" Zhiqiu Yiye cried sadly.
"No." He Xie shook his head with a smile.
Zhiqiu Yiye turned around and ran away.
But when he turned around, his hand was light, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he shouted in horror: "No..."
Snapped!
"Oh my seventh aunt..." Zhiqiu Yiye fell to the ground with a cry.
"I'm not playing anymore!"
He cried out and suddenly made a seal with one hand, his body suddenly sank, and the next moment he was completely submerged into the ground.
"Want to run?" He Xie smiled slightly and struck out with a palm.