"It's really insidious!"

The second child was startled, and scolded this yin guy in his heart, if people get close, they must not be blown to pieces?

Just hit the trick, the second child kept an eye on it, and after the heavy sand was blown away, he manipulated the heavy sand to no longer fly in the previous straight line to approach Zhong Junxiu, but went around in a direction.

Bang!

There was another sudden explosion, and then another move, and the amount of heavy sand was blown away by a small part, and at the same time, the original flight trajectory was blown away, and part of the potential energy accumulated during acceleration was lost.

"I really don't believe in this evil!"

The second child's eyes widened, and he hit Lei twice in a row, he felt that this must just be the good luck of the other party, so he cautiously changed directions.

Bang!

There was another explosion, which blew the second child's little heart to the ground, and his unwavering faith began to waver.

"Try again!"

The second child wanted to try again, he didn't believe that the other party really had the powerful ability of such an unpredictable prophet.

"Dick! What the hell are you doing? Blow him through with your heavy sand! ”

"Are you blind? Can't you see that this guy has buried a mine next to him, no matter where I fly, the heavy sand will be blown up, what can you let me do! ”

The doubts about the ability of the brothers made the second child even more uncomfortable and angry, and in turn yelled at the third child, his head was hot, where could he take care of so much, regardless of it, he manipulated the heavy sand and rushed straight to Zhong Junxiu.

Seeing the change in this scene, the subtle expression change that appeared on the corner of Zhong Junxiu's mouth with a slight hook appeared, as if it was a faint mockery, if he would let these guys turn over...... That's weird!

The brainless collision of the brute bull is the most restrained tactical type of Zhong Junxiu, and it is also the type that is most restrained by him, and the difference depends entirely on the strength of both sides.

If the realm of this horse-faced second child is the Jindan period, then he can use this method to crush Zhong Junxiu in a dignified manner, while Zhong Junxiu only has his hands spread out, waiting for death with a helpless face.

But under the golden pill, whether it is condensation or refining, for Zhong Junxiu, who can manipulate mana in detail, the gap in this regard is not a gap.

There is a saying called four or two pulling out a thousand catties, Zhong Junxiu bluntly called this ability to find the other party's energy structure points, and by exerting influence on these structure points, the effect of defeating the strong with the weak is achieved.

The heavy sand of the horse-faced second child flew wildly, and the road was arranged with earth, fire and thunder that changed color and hidden in the air, and suddenly blew up these heavy sands one after another over and over again, and when these heavy sands approached the three-meter range of Zhong Junxiu's body, compared with the beginning, there was no one in ten, and the power was greatly reduced.

Next, Chung Jun-so showed these people what it means to be a boss-level monster with the prefix "desperate".

Zhong Junxiu didn't have much left in the dantian and the hundred tricks, which was probably only equivalent to the explosion energy of a few shells of a World War II tank, while the three monks on the opposite side of the condensation and refining had the true qi mana equivalent to the Tomahawk missile.

The boss made a pair of Ling Chihuan, desperately trying to get them close to Zhong Junxiu, and then cut the skin and flesh on this nasty boy piece by piece, little by little, into the thinnest and lightest weight, cut tens of thousands of knives, and let him wail for ten days and ten nights, only to calm his anger a little.

But a few minutes passed, and the boss found that he was usually able to destroy this kind of sword qi with just one blow, but now he had an uncomfortable feeling of ordinary people catching flies with their bare hands, and the opposite side could always dodge the focus of his attack in advance like an unpredictable prophet, and then he could always be like an egg that bited cracks, and easily found those structural injuries that Ling Chihuan left behind during the sacrifice, as long as he focused on attacking these structures, even if an ordinary person took a knife and cut it for a long time, he could also cause a "vital attack" to this kind of monk's magic weapon, Instead of hurting better than nothing.

For Zhong Junxiu, such a very uncomfortable battle for the other party was quite easy for him.

When he used his extremely sensitive spiritual power to quietly spread the whole audience and form an invisible "spider web", even if a small insect as light as a mosquito fell lightly on the spider web, it would be noticed by the spider for the first time, and then go forward to quietly sneak up from behind to inject venom, spit out spider silk to wrap and keep this delicious food reserve.

The two mouthfuls of Ling Chihuan were like bloated and huge fat people, with a body of flesh, but they were bled by a few flexible thin men with sharp weapons in their hands, they turned around slowly, and their shots were slow, and the sword qi of the Red Sky Cicada Wing was originally blocked by energy, and their perception of energy was even keen, and they could easily dodge Ling Chihuan's attacks on them in advance.

On the contrary, the Red Sky Cicada Wing Sword Qi was always able to rely on the number of three realms, one or two to contain it, and the other was specifically attacking the weak point of the True Qi of the Ling Chi Ring Magic Weapon itself, accelerating the consumption of the Boss's True Qi.

The defects and injuries of the magic weapon itself cannot be solved by the horse-faced elder monk, because this was decided at the time of the original sacrifice, because his sacrifice technique is not strong or perfect, and the magic weapon refined by the sacrifice looks smooth and smooth on the surface, but if you look at it with a microscope, you will see small pits, which are equivalent to civilian equipment produced by ordinary small factories.

However, Zhong Junxiu's sword qi is extremely perfect, each of the thin and micro talisman seeds that make up these sword qi is neatly arranged at the level of an atom, whether it is defense or something else, these are equivalent to space satellites as ultra-subtle, accuracy in nanometers as part creation, if you can't crush the former, there is a ghost.

And the third child, who is accustomed to the auxiliary position, was distressed to see that the two eldest brothers were beaten by a new monk who had little mana left, but he didn't have any attack power, who let him out of all the auxiliary equipment, if he really rushed up, Zhong Junxiu could accept his head with a casual Red Sky Cicada Wing Sword Qi, and when the time came, he would be scolded instead.

Zhong Junxiu doesn't care how these usually arrogant monks are distressed and uncomfortable, and there is no half of the audience here, he can only perform these dead people for a while if he wants to perform, which is really boring.

So Zhong Junxiu was no longer conservative, and all of a sudden the number of sword moves became extremely weird and vicious, making the two brothers who dealt with him head-on as if they were in a stormy wave, as if as long as they were a little careless, the sword qi that stared at their hearts and throats at any time would instantly swallow them into the depths of the blue sea like a huge wave!

After a while, just a hundred meters of the elementary school students ran around the playground, three evil-doered horse-faced monks, one had a broken heart, a small hole appeared in one eye to see the scenery behind the head, and the other had countless blood plasma blooming in the blood line of the throat, and all of them died.

But the initiator slowly fell to the top of the mountain at this time, looked stunned, and entered a state of some kind of epiphany.