"Senior Li, the Buddha head has been ambushed in the Shingon Sect, I have already informed the big boss, you go quickly, I'm afraid that President Baker and the Buddha head will not be able to hold it out if it is too late. After the thunderbolt king reported to the big boss, he immediately dialed his grandmother's mobile phone.

Grandma listened quietly and said, "Got it." She thought for a moment and asked, "What does it mean if Dolgon or the Qingshi didn't ambush the Buddha head en masse, but instead divided their troops to come to the door?" ”

The Thunderbolt King was stunned: "Ah, what's the situation?"

"Forget it, you are really not as smart as my great-grandson, every time I take the exam for him, he can always give me a satisfactory answer. With that, Grandma hung up the phone.

There's no time to talk nonsense with this stupid minister, she's going to fight.

"Daqing's heart, why are you here, looking for a beating?" Grandma put the new domestic smartphone back into the wallet, shook her little hand, and sent the wallet away.

The wallet contained food, drink, expensive clothes and all kinds of extravagant cosmetics, as well as large bundles of cash, which would make her feel distressed and difficult to breathe if she were destroyed in battle.

The domestic mobile phone is also newly bought, although the grandmother has spurned the Qing court that was once loyal, but she is still a patriotic heroine in her bones. I used to go astray with my unpatriotic great-grandson and bought a pear mobile phone, but now I have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, and I have made domestic goods.

She stood side by side with Ice Slag, confronting the man in front of her in a blue coat, long braids, and a melon-skin hat.

Faced with the questioning of the Peerless War Spirit, Dolgon just sneered.

"Is there an ambush?" Ice Slag's eyes sank into ice, staring at Dorgon.

"Shhhh ”

The wind brings the sound of all things, the gentle sound of the undulating meadows, the "whoosh" of the branches and leaves, the low chirping of insects, and the soft sound of wild birds flapping their wings.

And, of course, there was Dolgon's steady and powerful heartbeat.

"There was no ambush. After a few minutes, my grandmother shook her head: "At least I can't hear it." ”

The ice slag touched the lock of the enemy, moved his eyes to his grandmother, and was a little speechless and a little admired: "You seem to know everything?"

"One hundred and forty years, Rongzhong - >

Time is boring and meaningless to me, and I often delve into the magic of Taoism and Buddhism on my own, which is the best way for me to spend my time. Well, not anymore, it's an interesting time, and the great-grandchildren of my generation are also very profitable, and I don't need to spend time in that way anymore. Anyway, my great-grandson's money is mine, and he listens to me. ”

This is no longer a hint, this is a naked declaration of sovereignty.

Bing Slag pursed his lips, as if he didn't bother to argue with her on this topic, "Just now?"

Grandma nodded: "Tian Ertong represents wisdom, and he who knows all the sound realms and has access to them." I just have to listen to your heartbeat, your pulse, the sounds of your limbs, and I know what is going on in your heart. The stinky woman of the unequaled battle soul thinks about occupying Li Xianyu every day, and the person who dares to rob me will give her the color sooner or later, right. ”

Bing Slag didn't expose the embarrassment of his inner thoughts at all, and laughed without saltiness: "It's quite an interesting supernatural power." ”

Grandma sneered: "No, I haven't reached that realm yet, I guessed just now." Because I have similar thoughts about you. ”

Over there, Dolgon frowned and said in a deep voice, "Every time I fight with the two of you, I have to listen to the family ethics again. ”

Grandma snorted: "You are no longer at the peak of the extreme path, and you have no ambush helper, today I will beat you until you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and kowtow to my Li family's unjust soul to apologize." ”

Dolgon ignored her and looked at the ice slag: "Lord of the Pantheon, I have a question. Before I saw you, I was deeply terrified of your power. But since Southern Xinjiang, I have found that you are not as strong as you imagined, strong enough to suppress eight masters of the same level. Of course, if they're stupid enough to go head-to-head with you and be broken by each of you, then I didn't say anything. ”

He waited for a while, and sure enough, he didn't get a reply from the ice slag, this woman is arrogant and cold, not the type you will take care of if you talk to her.

Dorgon was about to say something more when the ground suddenly rose beneath his feet, like a wave on the calm sea, a trick that always works wonders against a stable master.

The unequaled battle spirit actually engaged in a sneak attack

Dorgon was no ordinary master, and he soared into the sky.

At this moment, Qingyue's whistling echoed in the night sky, and the ice slag turned into a flaming bird and flew up, swooping down on Dolgon in mid-air.

His Royal Highness the Regent clenched his right fist, and the water element that was free between heaven and earth was pulled, and the magnets gathered like iron.

Whoa!

The water elementals converged into a trickle, and the trickle swirled into Dorgon's fist, which was the center of the vortex.

Within 100 meters, the ground was cracked with lack of water, the bark was peeling off from water, the leaves were curled, and the meadows had lost their oily green color and were crumpled and shriveled.

Everything is stripped of water, leaving only a dry "shell".

As powerful as her grandmother, she also noticed that her own water was losing rapidly, and her mouth became dry, she could only weaken the water loss, but she could not eliminate it.

Grandma used her fingertips to construct a talisman in the void, trying to interfere with Dolgon's ability to control water, but undoubtedly failed.

In the face of the Tianzi No. 1 flood, grandma was powerless.

After condensing the majestic water element to the limit, Dolgon punched out, "boom", and a loud sound of waves surging in the air was heard. A spiraling column of water rushed out, colliding head-on with the swooping undead birds.

Thundered

The water jet collided with the flames, erupting with a deafening sound.

The movement is exactly the same as the eruption of an undersea volcano, and a large amount of heat energy and a large amount of water will make such a sound.

Dense water vapor instantly covered the night sky, like a thick fog in the mountains.

Grandma ran up like a sturdy little hind, her shiny black hair fluttering behind her.

She leaped to her feet, cracking the earth, her fingers together, and turned into a pure, rich golden light.

If Li Xianyu saw this scene, he would cry bitterly with low self-esteem, beat his chest and feet, and just the lemon was just perforated in his stomach. He practiced hard day and night in the Extreme Dao, and he was able to get started. Grandma went into the house as if she was playing.

Crackling

Blue arcs swirled around her golden fingertips, and on the basis of her mighty adamantine fingers, she cast a thunder spell.

Thunder spells aren't friendly to a big water force.

Dolgon's authority is a water ability, and the lightning ability is not inherited.

The pinnacle of the Extreme Dao is already the ultimate existence in the world, and continuing to devour the thunder and lightning ability is just the icing on the cake, it will not produce a qualitative change, it is better to cultivate an obedient thug.

It's a pity that this thug is now a twenty-five boy.

King Kong Finger broke through the blockade of the water mist and made the diffuse water mist the best conductive material, briefly paralyzing Dorgon and the ice slag.

Grandma rushed into the steam, her sword pointed at Dolgon's chest.

With a "boom", Dolgon's chest exploded, and at the same time, the gas engine exploded, which turned into wind waves and blew away the dense fog of steam.

Grandma stretched out her hand and grabbed Dolgon's braids, grinned her little white teeth, and roared: "The Qing Dynasty has been dead for more than a hundred years, and it is very important to keep the whip. ”

She ripped her braids off along with her scalp.

Dolgon's punch hit him in the lower abdomen, sending him flying out like a cannonball, smashing dry trees along the way

Dangdangdang

Baker Richardson felt like he was striking iron, using his own flesh and blood to strike a piece of stubborn iron.

The dominant's physical body is already incomparably powerful, and the cell activity is amazing, coupled with the fact that this King Kong is not bad, it simply makes the C position feel desperate.

He relied on his superb fighting skills, and his combos were seamless, and the master of the fight was difficult to parry. Slightly redeemed a little bit of the dignity of the C position.

These days, meat is the father. But every C position is unwilling to be a son.

The golden ripples continue to explode, like fireworks in the night, and like golden flashing lights, which is very beautiful.

Relying on a strong defense, the clone of the young master took a killing move from him, the golden light on his body shook violently, and he almost collapsed, he took advantage of the short gap to grab President Baker's fist with his right hand, and clenched his fist with his left hand, blasting him in the head.

Baker Richardson's body suddenly twisted, causing the fist that had been in the heart to become a smash against the chest.

He exhaled, his muscles stretching, and his body went from a rubber twist to its original shape.

didn't give Qingshi a chance to continue attacking, but instead hugged Qingshi's arm, and smashed it out with an over-the-shoulder throw, smashing into the cliff in the distance.

"Buddha's head, cut it with a grass pheasant sword. Baker Richardson yelled.

The Buddha's head strode out, took off the grass pheasant sword on his back, shook it slightly, and the sword sleeve was torn apart, revealing the Japanese-style long sword that seemed to be iron but not iron, and jade was not jade.

The blade slashed down, slicing through the air with a shrill whistling.

Bite!

Like an iron collision, the grass pheasant sword did not break the King Kong and did not break the body, because the green master entered the white blade empty-handed and clamped the grass pheasant sword in the palm of his hand.

"That's not how the sword works, old bald. The young master laughed and suddenly flipped his palms. The hilt of the sword then turns, and it wants to be detached from the Buddha's hand.

The head of the Buddha grasped the hilt of the sword, rotated in the air, and turned the grass pheasant sword into a meat grinder.

Seeing that he couldn't grab the sword, the young master decisively let go, raised his foot and kicked the Buddha's head in the chest, kicking him away.

At this time, Baker Richardson attacked from the diagonal side, alternating attacks, not giving the young master a chance to breathe.

And when the Buddha head attacked, he retreated decisively, and Baker Richardson's desire to survive exploded.

It's not that he is unwilling to contribute, the weapon is not long-eyed, and it is not a joke to be accidentally injured by the grass pheasant sword, even if it is a slight cut, you will experience purgatory-like pain.

After the war, Li Xianyu and Qin Ze reminded him that the toxins and self-healing abilities of the Qi Sword cancel each other out, if they are stabbed at the vital point, even if they carry Li Xianyu's self-healing blood medicine, it will be useless, and they can only wait for death.

"Buddha head, your swordsmanship is not good. No, your whole martial arts are terrible. Baker Richardson complained.

The attack of the Buddha's head either failed, or was blocked by the young master with skills, and he was very worried to see it.

"The poor monk is a monk, understand. The Buddha sighed.

There are strengths and weaknesses in the extreme, but each has its own characteristics and strengths. The Buddha's head is characterized by its solid leather, and the characteristic of the master is endurance. And Richardson is characterized by good kung fu.

Chinese is well spoken, as long as the deep iron pestle is sharpened into a needle.

President Baker didn't want to become an embroidery needle, so he hoped that the Buddha's head would be just frontal, but he didn't expect that the Buddha's melee ability was not superb, and his swordsmanship was even very rough, and he couldn't cut the Qingshi at all.

"Buddha head, give me the grass pheasant sword. Baker Richardson shouted.

His melee ability is outstanding in the Extreme Dao, and if he masters the Grass Pheasant Sword, he can make the Juggernaut clone drink hatred in minutes.

"The poor monk promised Qin Ze that the grass pheasant sword would never leave his hand. The Buddha shook his head.

This is an explanation, entrusting him with a strategic-level weapon, he must always ensure that the weapon does not leave his hand, and if he leaves, he will die.

President Baker said no more, although he joined Baoze, it was normal for Baoze not to give him such an important weapon. Joining is a commercial cooperation, not a family.

Then create an opportunity for the old monk Baker Richardson to quietly speed up his breathing rate and warm up the imperial engine.

The fingertips of the Buddha's head shot out golden beams of light, forcing the young master to move in a fancy way, and he lost the confidence to connect the strong vajra finger before, after all, he now has to face two enemies, a sword that can hit him hard.

Whew

The sound of two strong winds was like a dragon swallowing oxygen, and the ground under Buick Richardson's feet exploded with a "boom", and rubble was scattered.

But he himself remained unmoved.

Qingshi's eyebrows jumped, and he threw a punch to the left.

The fist smashed out a figure, it was Baker Richardson, the body that did not move slowly dispersed, and it was an afterimage.

"Hmph"

Buick Richardson took a punch and broke his sternum in a large area, but fortunately the condensation machine blocked it, otherwise this punch would have made him know what it means to be cold.

President Baker deliberately took this punch, just as the Buddha's head couldn't split the Qing Master, and if he fought in close combat, it would be difficult for the Qing Master to hit him. He was confident that he would be able to miss 80 percent of the opponent's attacks.

When the young master threw this punch, he was in the middle of the plan.

Baker Richardson grabbed Qingshi's arm, twisted it behind him, and bent his knees to smash Qingshi's popliteal socket, forcing him to kneel with him.

As soon as Qingshi's knees sank, he saw that he was about to kneel, but he stood firmly, only bent his knees, and did not fall to the ground.

"Buddha head, now!" yelled Baker Richardson.

Whew

Like a sound set off by a strong wind, the Buddha's head dragged out a series of afterimages, and stabbed at the Qingshi with his sword.

And Richardson, who hugged him tightly from behind the young master, was suddenly stunned.

This familiar move, the familiar vision, the familiar oxygen swallowing the Buddha's head, what he just performed was the blessing of the god of war.

Fights are always very difficult to write, and I originally wanted to update 30,000 words today, after all, it is a small meaning for me, but the fight scenes have seriously slowed down my codeword speed. It's really helpless.