My grandfather's entire spell casting process was in my eyes, and I didn't know how to deal with such an advanced Maoshan technique as wind, snow and ice.

The tornado that went straight into the sky only rotated within the range of the ping field, and it rotated for hundreds of years, which has to be said to be a miracle, and it also surprised me at the power of the advanced Maoshan technique, and I have more and more admiration for Sister Hua.

A woman can actually use the Maoshan technique to such an extreme, I think even my grandfather may not be able to break it, unless......

I thought of something.

However, in fact, it's not that I think too much, or I've watched too many fantasy movies, and the kind of story that consumes life span and stimulates strength is too nonsense, although I heard that there seems to be such a secret technique, but my grandfather obviously didn't use this kind of secret technique.

His method is very simple, that is, he borrowed the short sword in his hand, which was called the dark sword by our ancestors for generations, drew a spell in the air, and then recited the spell directly at Sister Hua's tornado.

I opened my dark eyes and watched as the dark sword shot out dark red with my grandfather's swing, and the whole short sword seemed to turn into a long sword in an instant, and with the dance of the sword, I felt a trace of coolness!

When I looked closer, I started to make noises from the surrounding houses.

It's not that the house is going to collapse, it's the kind of whistling sound that the wind is blowing through the windows and doors of the house, and through the gaps between the walls.

The wind is blowing!

My grandfather continued to speed up and wield the dark sword, drawing sword rays in the air again, as he had already danced the dark sword so quickly that it was blurred, I couldn't see his movements clearly, I couldn't imagine that he was an old man in his sixties, and his body was so good.

The faster he moved, the stronger the wind became, and with that wind came fallen leaves, mud and sand, and even bricks from the roofs of the houses.

At this moment, I really understood my grandfather's strength, and why my grandfather said to see if your magic is great, or my magic is clever.

Sister Hua's snowstorm and ice day is based on the geographical advantage of borrowing grass and wood ash as wind and snow, or it can be called black and gray sky.

And what my grandfather is doing in front of him is also snowy and snowy, but the location he borrowed is the fallen leaves, mud and bricks around him.

I have to say that my grandfather's talent in magic is really powerful, he has been studying how to deal with the tornado created by Sister Hua for so many years, no one could have imagined that he would use this way of using the wind to cure the wind.

Obviously, Nobita was the only one who didn't know what was going on, and he nervously ducked behind me, using me as a shield.

muttered to me in a low voice: "Ning Wa, I didn't expect Grandpa Ou to be so fierce, this is no different from the fairy who calls the wind and rain!" ”

Hearing someone praise their family is quite refreshing.

I smirked, "Hehe, you see, right?" When your buddy learns this hand, you can bow down! ”

Nobita tightened his clothes disdainfully: "My master seems to be very powerful!" ”

I followed his gaze and saw the fat monk coming back with a slow pace from the direction of the entrance of the village.

Every step he took was particularly heavy, leaving a deep footprint on the dry dirt road.

His hands were raised high, and the exposed bronzed skin was bruised, and at this moment, the fat on his body seemed to have turned into strong muscles, and each tendon bulged through his thin monk's robe, showing hideousness.

The fat monk was in this state that on his raised arms, a towering tree that could only be embraced by three or four people was lifted high by him, and he dragged the huge crown step by step.

Even though the crown had withered, the roots had been sawn off, and the heart of the tree was a black, rotting color, that didn't change much of its weight.

The ten or twenty meters long tree can fully explain how heavy it is.

At least I don't have the strength to drag such a big tree.

I only heard my grandfather say that there is a strong man in this world, and those who are extremely powerful can even move mountains and reclaim the sea.

I used to think that this kind of characters were all characters in myths and legends, and the overlord was already magical enough, but I didn't expect to see the real one today.

What does the fat monk want to do? Got nowhere to go? Impossible!

"Ou Qiankun, the old man is here to cheer you on!"

The fat monk stopped a few dozen meters away from us, and a red tide rose from a chubby face.

"Yikes! Scold! Give it to Lao Tzu! ”

The fat monk roared angrily, bent down slightly, and pulled the roots of the tree forward with both hands, and the whole body of the big tree was pulled by this force, and was thrown into the air by the fat monk like a cannonball.

So much strength! Is this monk a rocket launch booster?

I broke out in a cold sweat for a while, this is too cruel.

Looking at my grandfather again, it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time, holding a dark sword, pointing at the flying tree, and a gust of wind swept the thick stump, and rushed into the sky at dusk.

I drizzled for a while, and then I realized that my grandfather's short sword had gathered such a big madness at some point.

It's the same as those tornadoes on TV, whistling and rolling, heading straight into the sky, but in this shape, it seems to be smaller than the wind on the ping......

Look at my grandfather again, the old man's beard, eyebrows and hair have been erected, and his hideous face is blown away by the wind, in the words of Nobita, it is like the golden lion king has blown up his hair, this hairstyle is cool.

With the addition of the giant tree, the sword outline of the dark sword in my grandfather's hand was significantly shortened, and the arm was obviously a little slower between the ups and downs.

The old man's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This is a kind of table xiàn that has reached the extreme, and it is also a table xiàn that is about to collapse.

Think of a weightlifter lifting dumbbells that exceed his strength and brewing the final move.

My grandfather, can he still do it?

I couldn't help but be a little worried, my palms were full of sweat, and at some point, a small hand grabbed my palm tightly, and I felt that the little hand was also full of cold sweat.

"Grandpa Ou, he seems to be beyond his ability!"

Yun Yun's voice sounded around me.

I was about to say something when I heard my grandfather yell, "Go! ”

With this roar, the dark sword in his hand was thrown forward with all his might, and the tornado dancing in front of him seemed to have received an order, moving its huge body frantically, and crashed straight into the tornado that was still spinning in the field.

One yellow and one black, two hurricanes crashed together, making a strange whining sound! R1148