I don't understand that the lotus is not a god or Buddha, but the fat man himself, but at this time, the fat man's method amazes me. This is the real him, the lotus flower slowly floating. Floating on top of the headless rice dumplings.

"This female benefactor, although I don't know what you have experienced, I have a general understanding of Guo Zhongyong. has become what it is now, if it is not any deal between you and him, or you are willing to pay for that man, today I will use my own method to wish you a helping hand. After the fat man finished speaking, he pinched his hands.

The villain above the lotus flower is a miniature version of the fat man, with an action expression. It's all the same as the fat man, the fat man sighs, and the villain also sighs.

And the fat man, after pinching the trick, stretched out a hand. The other hand still maintains the gesture of chanting, while the other hand is flat out and pressed down, just like the Buddha pressing Sun Wukong under the Five Fingers Mountain with one hand, simple but rough.

"If you really kill the god Bai Qi, then, try the fat man's immortal to stroke the big top." The fat man said indifferently.

His hand pressed down. The little man on the lotus flower also stretched out a hand and pressed it down on the head of the headless zongzi, and the little hand was slowly getting bigger, bigger, and bigger, forming an extremely weird picture, one of the hands of this little man was much bigger than his body.

Spitting out golden lotus and respecting one's own body is the way.

Immortal stroking is the law!

"One Taishan in one hand, one Kunlun in one hand!" The fat man shouted.

After speaking, the hand was completely pressed down on the headless zongzi, obviously it was a hand, but there was the momentum of the altar mountain, the lady, also took advantage of the effort of this hand to launch a fierce attack on the headless zongzi, all the street women fighting moves were used, for a while, the fight was called a dazzling.

The headless zongzi ignored the Niangniang's sprinkling and tricking attack at this time, he had no head, but at this time I felt that he seemed to look up, looking at the immortal stroke, this is the fat man's own Taoism, this law, worthy of anyone's strict battle.

"Still not drawing your sword?!" The fat man shouted angrily, but there were two voices, and the mini version of the fat man was also shouting, and he didn't draw his sword?!

Headless Zongzi really didn't draw his sword, he stretched out one hand to resist Niangniang's attack, and the other hand was raised in parallel, and the hand on top of the top was pressed with the momentum of Mount Tai, and his hands collided and stalemate.

The purple qi on the fat man's body once again diffused. Like the God of the Word.

One hand of the headless zongzi can be stalemate with this immortal, and it is not up or down, and don't forget, his other hand is still resisting another strong opponent, this is to fight one against two, and the rhythm of not falling behind at all?!

At this time, the fat man finally stretched out his other hand, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and whispered: "The last hand is Mount Tai, and this hand is Kunlun." ”

The villain also shot, this hand is also getting bigger, the hands are superimposed, with the fat man's movements shooting, one hand Taishan and the other Kunlun, not to mention anything else, the fat man dares to give such a name, he is full of pride. Taishuang Jidi.

"Kneeling !!" The fat man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burst into light, and he shouted at the headless zongzi.

A roar, a roar! The fat man's forehead is full of green tendons, and he wants to use the power of the immortal to caress his head and crush the killing god to kneel down on him!

The strength of both hands, Mount Tai and Kunlun joined forces, and finally made the headless zongzi have no indifferent and leisurely color, with the fat man's roar and kneeling, I finally saw the balance of victory tilted towards us for the first time!

A stroke of the immortal kneeling!

The headless zongzi landed on one knee, this is finally kneeling down under the fat man's law?! Seeing such a scene, I can't help but get my blood boiling, the fat man is a bottomless pit, I will never be able to witness where his strongest hand is, he is a person who can surprise people at any time!

At this time, the headless zongzi finally seemed to be unable to tolerate someone daring to bully his majesty like this, and he was a real riot, and the hand that was blocking the attack of the mother directly exerted force, which was regarded as a slap to the "sprinkling" lady to fly away.

One hand was still carrying the fat man's immortal on his head, because his other knee, still bent, was slowly kneeling down under the pressure of the fat man.

After he freed up one hand, that hand finally buckled the hilt of the bronze ancient sword at his waist. The fat man looked at the ancient sword, his eyes burned, the fat man's immortal stroked his head, not to really suppress the headless zongzi, his purpose was just to draw the sword from the headless zongzi!

It was an absolutely quaint-looking sword. The epee may have no edge.

The other hand clasped the hilt of the sword and drew it.

Slow movements.

The sword is a gentleman, and the freehand is infinitely romantic. The ancients wore swords, free and elegant, and every teenager also had a dream of wearing a green shirt and fighting with a sword.

This sword comes out, there is no momentum, there is no gorgeous move, the headless zongzi raises the sword with one hand, and the end of the sword points to the sky. On that bronze ancient sword, it was carved with strange patterns, but it looked extremely sharp.

The sword, aimed at the fat man's hand, slowly stabbed over, a simple sword, slow movements, but there was nowhere to hide.

"Fatty, why don't you let that little fat man get out of the way?!" I shouted at the fat man.

The fat man shook his head, a smile that seemed to contain intrigue at the corner of his mouth, he was still insisting, and his immortal top was still exerting force.

Until the end of the sword stabbed his hand, the big fat man and the little fat man on the lotus spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, as if they had been hit hard, and the fat man finally withdrew one hand, and that hand clenched and grabbed the sword body. And the headless zongzi finally took advantage of the fat man's withdrawal of his hand, and the leg that knelt down just now stood up.

Once again, a stalemate has formed!

In this stalemate, the villain faced each other with one palm and grabbed the sword body with the other hand.

"Have you finally drawn your sword?" The fat man snorted coldly, from the beginning to the present, everything the fat man has done is to let this headless zongzi draw his sword, that's all.

The headless zongzi has no head, and we can't see his expression or anything else, but he tells the fat man with his movements, even if he draws his sword? He took a step forward, drew his sword from the villain's hand, used the sword as a knife, and slashed down.

This sword is still not fast, not powerful, not fast, but this sword still gives people the feeling that there is nowhere to hide.

The fat man folded his hands at this time, and the villain also folded his hands, and the movements of the two followed each other like shadows, I don't know what to do, the sword is about to be chopped down, don't hide at this time, and still have time to pose here?

But at this time, the fat man opened his mouth and recalled the purple golden lotus. He stood up and looked at the headless dumpling who was also the opposite of him.

Behind the fat man's hand, a body of purple qi dispersed. He said indifferently: "The sword is coming." ”

This cry was bland, without a trace of waves, but there was an endless smell of dust.

The sword comes, where does the sword come from?

The headless zongzi gave way, and at this time, above our heads, suddenly shook the mountains for a while, and a sword came from the nine heavens.

This is an ancient sword that is almost exactly the same as the one worn on the headless zongzi, which is simple and bladeless.

This sword, piercing the top of our heads, hangs above the heads of the headless zongzi.

"Three taels, remember, this sword is called Zhu Xian." The fat man said.

After speaking, he pointed to the headless zongzi and said, "Bai Qi, since you are a victim of preaching, why do you still stay in the world?!" ”

Since this headless zongzi is headless, he will definitely not be able to answer, this ancient sword hanging above his head seems to put more pressure on him than the fat man's immortal stroke, he raised his sword and pressed the end of the sword with the body of his sword, but even so. His body was still bent under pressure.

This sword seems to have supreme pressure.

The ancient sword punishes the immortals, can this sword really kill the immortals?

The two ancient swords were deadlocked, as if they were about to separate the male and female. There is no earth shaking, and time seems to stand still. And the fat man at this time, but suddenly coughed up blood, I was taken aback, didn't the form prevail? Didn't the fat man summon the ancient sword to punish the immortal from nine heavens away? How did he cough up blood all of a sudden?

"It's you!" The fat man glared at the leader who was standing aside.

"I'm sorry, but each for his own master." The leader clenched his fist at the fat man, and the fat man sat down on the ground, took out his dagger, and slashed it across his stomach, and the blood flowed so much that I was overwhelmed.

The fat man gritted his teeth, sweated profusely and put his hand into the cut bloody mouth, and grabbed out a worm the thickness of a small arm, opened his teeth and claws, and made a hideous grimace.