Because of the speed of flight, the figure of the true soul of the Mando has become blurred, like a black lightning bolt, cutting through the sky.

And the monks and soldiers were not inferior in the slightest, the yellow sand rose to the sky, the wind howled, gathered in a ball and met the true soul of the crows,

The black mangs and the overwhelming yellow sand gradually approached, and the wind and the crows chirped together.

Just when the two sides were about to face each other, a dazzling green light suddenly sounded from the yellow sand, and the source of the green light was the military fairy sword.

",,。 Chop"

The heroic shouts suddenly sounded, the battle intent soared, and the sword was already out of its sheath.

The soldier's voice rolled like thunder, mixed with disdain and ridicule, which shocked people's hearts,

That's what it means in the tone, this kind of waste crow is also qualified to fight me, isn't this looking for death,

Although the strength of the Manado True Soul is not weak, and it is on par with the GI monks, the soldier's tone made everyone present believe it,

Not why, just for the self-confidence in the tone, with the thing that a powerful person has, conceit,

The distance between the Manado True Soul and the GI quickly shortened, and at this time it was less than ten meters.

The sound of the wind and the crows suddenly disappeared, no, not only the wind and the crows, but all the other sounds disappeared.

The whole sky fell silent suddenly, and there was no sound,

In the sky, the most dazzling thing is the green light emitted by the black light and the military immortal sword and armor in the hands of the soldiers.

The silent silence lasted less than a few seconds before it was broken by a deafening metallic ringing,

The black light formed by the true soul of the Manado merged into the yellow sand and green light, stirring up a ball.

"Ga"

The crow, full of weakness and dare, suddenly sounded, and as soon as the crow fell, the muffled snort of the soldier also sounded,

"Damn, this thing is amazing."

With a loud bang, the yellow sand was blown open as if it had been blown up by explosives, and the yellow sand that had been gathered together was blown up into the sky.

The scene in the yellow sand came into our eyes, and the victory and defeat were divided.

The damned Manado True Soul is gone, leaving only a little black mist shuttling through the yellow sand,

Let these black fog do anything, the monks don't care, Lao Tzu is not a living creature or a ghost, these things are of a fart to me,

Although the true soul of the manado has dissipated, the soldier is not at pain, and his hands are dripping with blood and falling into the palms of the monks.

The monk opened his mouth and roared angrily, controlling the flying yellow sand to envelop the black mist, and contracted tightly.

At this time, the black fog is different from the previous one, it is completely two grades,

The Manado True Soul was already kneeling, and the three-eyed white crow estimated that there was not much oil and water, only to see that the black mist was absorbed into it as soon as it was wrapped in yellow sand.

The GI is a living person, and if he doesn't treat this kind of injury as soon as possible, it will be a lot of fun.

Listening to the fat man's command, the monk rolled up the yellow sand and slowly sank down from the sky,

At a distance of about twenty or thirty meters from us, the yellow sand fell to the ground, forming a thick layer of sand.

The monk smiled at us honestly, slowly spread out his clenched palms, and the figure of the soldier appeared in our sight.

"Lao Tzu is awesome this time, don't steal the limelight with me in the future, little rabbit cubs."

Although Uncle Bing's tone was quite relaxed, and his laughter and scolding were as usual, his injury was not optimistic.

The turquoise armor on his body has disappeared, and the military fairy sword has also returned to its original appearance, a tattered bronze sword,

The right hand holding the Junxian Sword was already drenched in blood, and there were more than a dozen wounds scattered on his arms and legs.

The most serious ones are on the palms and arms, the palms of the hands have been ground to the flesh, and the white bones have been exposed.

There was a deep wound on his arm, and blood was gushing out of it.

"You can really make a fuss, I obeyed you." Dad scolded angrily, with five words clearly written on his head, Lao Tzu was not happy,

Having said that, my father didn't delay at all, took out a stack of yellow paper from his waist, and pulled out a crooked drawing talisman.

Yin Yin smiled, snapped with the talisman, and stuck it heavily on the soldier's palm: "It's not cool." ”

"Brother Qi, I'll grass your uncle."

The terrible scream sounded, and Uncle Bing's tears were about to come out, and he raised his finger and scolded his father tremblingly: "You are a personal vendetta of the communiqué, aren't you jealous of my brother and me being in the limelight." ”

"That's right, brother, I'm just jealous of you." Dad nodded,

Just when these two old men were shyly abusing each other, the voices of Zhao Changkong and Jiang Zhantian sounded faintly,

"You're good, the Ten Thousand Crows True Soul was directly stabbed by you just now, practice more in the future, as long as you can familiarize yourself with the power in the Military Immortal Sword, you won't be injured this time."

"Lao Zhao is right, there is no harm in practicing more."

The fat man ran to the side of the GI and squatted down, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat, and anxiously asked his father, "Uncle Bing is okay?" ”

"There's a fart thing, let me tell you, it's that Lao Tzu doesn't want to go to the hospital to be a doctor, if I go, I'm an international famous doctor." Dad pursed his lips disdainfully, and the old god pointed to the soldier's wound: "The speed of stopping bleeding in this charm is too fast, and the wound will heal in a while." ”

"I'll rub, uncle, you're so good." When the fat man saw that there was no danger, his heart was also relaxed, and he happily slapped a sycophant that was not light or heavy.

"That must, ten years ago, my nickname in the rivers and lakes was Xiao Huatuo." Dad cheekily took all the fat man's ass, and sighed in a vicissitudes of life: "I'm old, I'm really old, but my medical skills are still so awesome." ”

After a while, the soldier's wound was treated by his father, during which the soldier had greeted his father's uncle countless times.

The wound was healed a lot by the talisman paper, and the bleeding was slowly stopped.

"Your method is too powerful, can you cure cancer or something." The third son looked up at his father, and his look of worship was about to come out.

"I want to have that ability, and I still work hard to make money." Dad glared at the third son, and said helplessly,

Hearing this, we all understood it, this charm stops bleeding or something, and as for serious illness, it is not necessary to talk about it.

But I have to say that this charm is really useful for ordinary injuries, as soon as the blood stops, the wound has slowly begun to heal.

Everyone was amazed to see this scene, I once asked my dad what this charm was for, but he never told me, saying that this thing was his stunt.

Actually, I think my dad is very powerful, this spell is not handed down from ancient times, nor is it taught by the teacher, but he figured it out by himself.

"What, uncle, can this thing cure my hemorrhoids for years?" Lao Song looked at his father expectantly,

"Get out." Dad's face was expressionless,

"Ga"

While we were chatting, there was an inaudible crow chirping in the distance.