The sun is shining!

The old eight who fell from the sky did not fall back to the ground, at the height of more than a foot from the ground, every time he took a step, a white lotus flower bloomed brilliantly, and after he stepped on it, it quickly withered and disappeared, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering in the air, making people feel peaceful and happy.

Step by step!

This kind of vision, which can only be produced when a high-level monk who has attained the Tao, can easily use it, and the old eight who holds the shield has a little bit of Buddhism's kind eyebrows and eyes, which is clearly the anger of Vajra!

"Zheng!" A hoarse collision sounded on Lao Ba's shield, interrupting Fu Jian's attack on Feng San. Lao Ba's figure didn't shake, and he directly used this force to smash the shield in his hand towards Fu Jian.

The corners of the dull armor shield emitted a dazzling light, and the rules of light that were like essence were wrapped there, tearing apart the rules that this plot world already had, leaving one after another as a vortex of time and space. In this attack, Lao Ba obviously used the power of the rules as well, and it still looked like an extraordinary rule.

The price of opening the bloodline of the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird is two golden plot points, how can it be compared to the general rules of miscellaneous fish?

"Bang!" The fists and shields intersected, and space and time seemed to freeze in this instant.

"Yikes!" With a cry of pain, the old eight handsome, who had just been still mighty, flew out in an extremely indecent posture in an extremely indecent posture in just three seconds, and even his body could not keep his balance, and fell back to the ground heavily.

At this time, the power of mythical skills was once again manifested. Countless lotus flowers grew and bloomed underground, and then turned into little by little milky white light and quickly merged into his body. These rays of light not only replenished the lives lost this time, but also healed all the dark wounds left by the previous round. In other words, as long as he can't be killed in seconds, the eighth who falls back to the ground is an immortal existence.

The "Eight-Character Mantra Bright Method" is not a skill, but the old eight is the field of rules that is opened!

got the second inheritance of the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird, and the skill of Lao Ba is obviously no longer an S-level cripple, but has broken through the boundaries of the rules of the plot, broken the boundary between the plot and history, and has become a plausible alternative.

"I see, I see! In ancient times, history and mythology were one, and under the washing and grinding of countless years, who could clearly distinguish what is true and what is false? Zhao Gao looked at the vision on Lao Ba's body, and actually had a new understanding of the rules themselves, and there were more than ten thousand thoughts flashing in his heart, "For example, the Buddha, is he the Siddhartha Gautama in history, or is he Shakyamuni after becoming a Buddha?" In other words, these are just two sides of a person's rule comprehension!"

The plot world and the bottom layer of history are themselves rule-derived existences, and there may be superiority and inferiority, but there should be no difference in essence.

Just like the current eighth, how can this light method he is releasing now be explained by a top-level ordinary skill?

At the moment when the eighth and Fu Jian intertwined just now, of course the eighth flew out, but Fu Jian's body was also repelled by the eighth half a step - don't look at it as just half a step, in so many attacks just now, Fu Jian has never been repelled head-on. This kind of breakthrough means that the eighth who has opened the ultimate has the ability to hurt him head-on!

This undoubtedly gave Zhao Gao and Lao Ba, who had never seen hope, the greatest confidence. At the very least, Fu Jian should not be invincible.

The resurrected old eight took off again, and although the wings under his ribs had not yet fully grown, they were able to use his strength to make his speed more agile at this time. In the next moment, the eighth child once again smashed his shield heavily on Fu Jian's already badly injured right arm.

The power of powerful rules is self-evidently destructive. Fu Jian's arm itself was seriously injured, and it was taken care of in Mai Linglong's stormy attack, and at this time, it was like the last straw, deeply breaking the bones and skin here.

Red and black blood spurted out of the broken arm in an instant, and the eighth who had won the blow didn't have time to rejoice, and was hit hard in the chest by another punch from Fu Jian, who was furious and frightened.

The destructive power contained in this grief-stricken punch was incomparable, and even the body of Lao Ba could not withstand it at all. In the sound of cracking, the silver plot equipment "Liu Tichun's Heart Shield", which accompanied Lao Ba's countless battles, let out a terrible wail, and it fell apart in the next moment, and was judged to be a seriously damaged and invalid state. And the golden-quality armor on Lao Ba's body was pierced with a huge gap, and it was directly calculated as an irreparable waste.

In this punch, the old eight's health was once again knocked out by three-quarters, and this time the posture of falling back to the ground was even more ugly, and there were more lotus flowers growing from under the ground to repair his body.

But the success of this blow also pushed Fu Jian into the abyss of despair.

Finally, this time it was Fu Jian's turn to be helpless and angry: not only because the eighth man had pounced for the third time, but also because Zhao Gao, who had been prepared, sent Zhang Yi to quickly pick up Fu Jian's broken arm that fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Gao forcibly used his authority to put this broken arm into his personal space, which was equivalent to putting it into another plane. Originally, this kind of thing could not happen to Fu Jian, who was protected by rules, but at this time, he had been cut off from the rules of the outside world, and the will of the world that should shelter him had blocked him from turning a blind eye here, so Fu Jian could no longer feel all the rules that his broken arm represented.

For epic historical figures, there aren't many rules for the loss of a broken arm. From a certain point of view, Fu Jian at this time is already a fragmented version of existence, whether it is in this plot world or in the underlying rules. To put it bluntly, the foundation of the Dao on which Fu Jian relied to attain enlightenment is no longer complete.

This is simply a blood hatred that is even more unforgivable than killing his father and taking his wife!

"You're all going to die!" Looking at the eighth child who swooped over, Fu Jian's eyes were full of blood in his eyes when he was extremely angry, and the killing intent in this sentence that gritted his teeth and squeezed out word by word made the eighth child's "Bright Law" field and "Plum Blossom Three Alleys" lose color at the same time. For a moment, it seemed that dark clouds blocked the sky, and the snowflakes and plum blossoms were all condensed, and between the entire heaven and earth, only Fu Jian's punch at Lao Ba could be seen.

A punch under the slaughter of all things.

If you want to compare, this punch can only be compared to the sword that Joan of Arc swung with hatred, and the world's defenses have no meaning in the face of this kind of attack. In terms of momentum, even if there was a world in front of Fu Jian at this time, he was confident that it would be completely shattered and plunged into eternal silence and desolation.

The equipment of Lao Ba's whole body was all ashed except for the Xuanjia shield, and all the bonus attributes disappeared in an instant, and the wings representing the rules of the golden-winged Dapeng bird under the ribs left a deep wound along the root. This pair of wings was pulled out of the eighth body by Fu Jian!

What a pain this is!

Fu Jian just wants to let the eighth who broke his arm also personally understand what kind of pain this is!

"Gaozi, it's up to you." It's a pity that Fu Jian couldn't see the expression he wanted to see from the face of the eighth man as he wished, and the latter even showed a smug smile on his face, and then disappeared into this plot world.

After Mai Linglong, the eighth who opened the ultimate move was also beaten by Fu Jian and forced to return to the land of the gods, leaving Zhao Gao and the monstrous and fierce Fu Jian for the final heads-up!

"Don't worry." Zhao Gao nodded at the phantom of the eighth child, the foreshadowing in front is enough, and next, you can send Fu Jian to the road with peace of mind, "It's you who want to die!" ”