The Killing Buddha never gave up, he wanted to break free from my legs, but the problem was that his current posture was very awkward, especially the right hand that was caught between my legs, there was no room for movement at all, it was just like an ornament.

The Buddha tried to hit me with his left hand again, but I was wary of his hand. My legs are already useful, but my hands are still free.

I struck with my left and right hands at the same time, and grabbed his left hand.

There is an old saying that two fists are hard to beat four hands, and I have changed this to say that two fists are hard to beat four limbs.

I have this advantage now, using all my limbs to deal with the two arms of the Killing Buddha, as for the Killing Buddha's legs, except for the helpless kicking and kicking, it is of no great use.

The two of us stumbled for a while, and the killing Buddha was a little unbearable, especially a little lack of oxygen.

There were still a lot of tricks for this immoral thing, and he slipped and slammed into a fierce attack, trying to turn over on the spot.

I was swept away by this force, and half of my body was flipped. But I reacted quickly, and I hurriedly found my balance, and even put my back hard to wrestle with him.

In the end, I didn't succeed in killing the Buddha, but my whole body turned over and over, revealing a gap.

The Killing Buddha seized this opportunity, he twisted his body hard, and when he was brought around like this, his mouth was straight uh, uh, but he didn't care.

I watched as half of the Killing Buddha's body that was caught by me shrank out little by little. I sighed in my heart, and said that I was commanded by the "Pandora" villain, and it was the first time I performed this kind of strange kung fu.

I pinched a scale, and finally slammed the force. In this way, I was completely separated from the Killing Buddha.

The killing Buddha used both hands and feet, like a wild beast, pouting his ass and retreating sharply. After exiting a certain distance, he stood up again.

He looked at me with an incredulous expression. And because my body had just recovered, my physical strength was not in a normal state, so in order to save my strength, I simply squatted and half knelt on the ground.

I was influenced by the little Pandora, and at this moment, I looked at the Killing Buddha with contempt and sneered.

I waved my hand at the Buddha and urged, "Come, fool, fight with you again." ”

The Killing Buddha was not angry with my words, I guess he didn't listen to it at the moment, and he still touched his waist.

I know he's got a lot of stuff in the back, especially when there's a short-handled iron rod hidden there.

I'm more concerned about this weapon. I didn't give the Buddha too many chances, and suddenly, with a muffled cry, I hunched over and rushed towards him.

The Killing Buddha must have had some shadows in his heart, and as soon as I moved like this, he hurriedly took a few steps back with some fear. He also sped up the speed of touching his lower back.

I got closer and closer to the Buddha of Killing, and finally he took out the short-handled iron rod and turned it at me, twisting the short-handled.

But at this moment, I wasn't stupid enough to wait. I slammed to the ground and rolled like a potato.

My hand was absolutely beyond the expectation of the Killing Buddha, and with a bang, the iron rod shot out. But it's completely empty.

And I rolled a few more times, and I came to the feet of the Killing Buddha.

I put my legs out together and made a scissor leg at the lower body of the Killing Buddha. To put it simply, my legs are like a pair of big scissors, focusing on the ankles of the Buddha.

There are protective gear on the front and back chests of the Killing Buddha, especially at the crotch of the pants, but the ankles are joints, and he can't put on the protective gear where he usually moves the most, so in this way, he has to suffer a loss.

With two snapping sounds, the killing Buddha's ankle hurt badly, he grinned, and he has always loved to retreat, and at this moment he thought about retreating.

But I hooked my legs around his ankles, and when he retreated, he stumbled, fell to the ground, and the short-handled iron rod was gone

I pounced, but not at his upper body, but at his feet.

I pressed his lower body against his lower body and clamped his left foot between my legs, and then I pinched his right foot with both hands in front of him.

I also took off his shoes for convenience. I don't care if his feet smell bad, or even if he has athlete's foot.

I twisted his right foot hard. With a strong force, his right foot almost went sideways.

The facial features of the killing Buddha are distorted, think about it, his right foot is about to be broken by me, how can it not hurt?

I took a non-merciful posture, and listening to his miserable snort, I increased my strength again.

At first glance, the Killing Buddha was like a big meat worm, and he also used the old routine, trying to endure the pain and roll over on the spot.

This time I looked away, he rolled that way, and I went that way, but my hands and feet were not tight, and I also learned pythons.

Pythons are different from poisonous snakes, which are born with venomous fangs and often rely on poison to win when hunting or defending, while pythons, it is better at twisting. It is like a compressor made of meat, once it entangles the prey, not only does it keep twisting, but it also twists more forcefully every time the prey breathes.

I'm doing something similar now, and every time the Killing Buddha tries to roll, I increase the force on my hands.

I don't know what other people would have been thinking when they watched this, especially Beard. I don't have time to care about other people, either.

I fought with the Killing Buddha for another half a minute, accompanied by a click. I guess the right ankle of the Killing Buddha is dislocated or broken.

The Killing Buddha snorted. He was like crazy.

He also increased the force of his legs, and he touched his lower back, and took out the bottle of insecticide that was the last treasure at the bottom of the box.

He twisted the bottom of the insecticide and sprayed it at my desperate spray.

I have a strong sense of embankment, plus my current location is great. I deliberately lowered my head so that the spray of insecticide was sprayed on the back of my head.

I made up my mind to continue fighting him, and once he was lame in both legs, what difference would he have from a toothless tiger?

But the Killing Buddha sprayed like this for a while, and when he found that it didn't work, he actually used the insecticide jar as a hidden weapon and slammed it at my head.

He definitely used all the strength in his body at this moment. I felt a buzz in the back of my head, as if I had been hit by a brick.

Connected, I briefly relaxed.

The Killing Buddha seized this opportunity and finally pulled out the broken foot.

He also learned like animals, sometimes crawling and sometimes jumping on three "legs", but not slowly. He retreated towards the Lotus Terrace.

Under the lotus stage, there is also the big cloth pocket.

And when I breathed a sigh of relief, I got up and turned my head to look. The Killing Buddha had already rushed to the side of the cloth pocket.

He laughed maniacally, and when he reached out and touched the cloth pocket, he looked relieved, as if he had found a savior.

My whole heart hung in the air, and my heart said could it be that he had some weapon in his pocket?

I looked at him warily. The Buddha of Killing Buddha flipped through the cloth bag and took out a thick-handled iron hook with a chain from it.

This iron hook is not like a weapon, but it reminds me of the hook of a crane, except that it is countless times smaller than the hook of a crane.

The Buddha held the iron hook, and he pinned it to his waist as he continued to touch the cloth pocket.

I didn't know what the hell he was up to, so I tried to get closer slowly, keeping an eye on and observing.