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Lama Bazhan looked really crazy, a fat face that was originally like a Buddha of Joy was as tight as iron at this time, and his fleshy body was as flexible as a leopard, forcing Master Su to retreat again and again, without the power to fight back.

Master Su didn't have to look back, he knew that if he retreated, he would have to lean against the wall, and when the time came, he had no way to retreat, no way to avoid it, and he had to wait for the passive beating, so he finally made a move.

I saw Master Su stretch out the middle finger of his right index finger, and his second fingers clamped the braid of the dragon rope as sharp as the tip of a spear, and after a pause in the fierce offensive of the Bazhan Lama, he wrapped the Taoist robe on his body tightly, and the strange green peony flower on his chest immediately began to open, revealing countless tentacle-like stamens in the middle.

After a few random swings, the stamens suddenly turned into stingers like those used by the Indians, and shot like a storm towards the Lama Pajan on the ground.

The stingers that those stamens were transformed into were as dense as poisonous bees, and Lama Bazhan did not dare to be careless, so he quickly withdrew the dragon rope, and then danced into a circle on his chest, seeing the stingers that had approached him flying away.

Seeing that the old man and the Ba Zhan Lama were killing each other, showing no mercy at all, Uncle Li seemed to be expected, but the fat man and I, as well as Shen Han, were quite surprised, I don't know which tendon is wrong with them, let us opponents go, but my own people fought in the nest and pinched up.

At this time, Master Su succeeded in a blow and took advantage of the situation to advance, but when he saw that he had one arm and his robe bulging in the wind like a huge bat, he then flew towards Lama Bazhan.

As soon as he saw Master Su rushing towards him, the noose rope in Lama Bazhan's hand flickered, and he wrapped it around Master Su's neck like a snake, and at the same time formed a sword trick with his left hand, pointing at Master Su's abdomen.

Master Su shrank away from the sword finger that Lama Ba Zhan pointed at his abdomen, and then his body flashed sideways, and the noose rope flew over Master Su's cheek, and after defusing Lama Ba Zhan's two attacks, Master Su shook his arms and grabbed Lama Ba Zhan's face door with two hands.

Although Lama Bazhan had a noose in his hand, he had no choice but to use his strength in the two moves just now, and at this time he had no time to twist his waist and retract his arms to launch a second round of attacks, so he had to retreat one after another, in order to pull out the killer after a certain distance.

What Master Su wants is this opportunity and flaw that cannot be found.

Just when the Ba Zhan Lama began to step back a little embarrassed, Su Lao Ye was unreasonable, not only mixed up, continued to stick to the Ba Zhan Lama, and did not give him a chance to breathe and prepare, but also suddenly made a move that not only did the Ba Zhan Lama not expect, but even those of us who sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight couldn't help but exclaim: Su Lao's originally empty lower body suddenly grew four legs, and dizzily kicked at the Ba Zhan Lama alternately.

"Fuck, this grandson is cheating, he's not a fucking cripple at all." The fat man couldn't help but sigh as he watched the old man handily manipulate the four legs that appeared for no reason, and kicked at the Bazhan Lama who had become very defeated and embarrassed like a shadowless foot in Foshan.

"It's true that he is crippled, but I remember that the Jindan Sect has an evil art that can survive cultivation to materialize illusory ghosts, it seems that this old man is very concerned about being a cripple, so he used this kind of cultivation method to make a prosthetic leg for himself, not to mention, this Wang Ba calf's head melon seeds are still quite enough, hehe" Uncle Li carefully looked at the four legs that looked like an octopus, and explained with certainty.

Uncle Li spoke loudly, and after hearing Uncle Li'er's live broadcast, Master Su glanced at Uncle Li's direction in some surprise, and then continued to attack the Ba Zhan Lama.

Under the step-by-step pressure of Master Su, the Pa Zhan Lama, who was still on the attacking side at the beginning, had already lost his advantage, so he had to blindly stagger back, and kicked the snow under his feet that was almost knee-long, like a blizzard.

Suddenly, Master Su stumbled and almost fell out of mid-air, and the four-legged attack that had been attacking in a chain immediately weakened.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Bazhan Lama, who had been passively beaten, roared angrily, danced the useless noose rope in his hand around the top of his head into a circle, and then rolled it towards the neck of the old man.

It seems that Lama Ba Zhan has already made a killing move, and this is to prepare to beat Master Su to the ground with one blow before he can be regarded as angry.

The end of the noose lived up to the expectations of the Bazhan Lama, and accurately wrapped around the neck of the old man, not only that, but the noose also coincidentally wrapped the right hand of the old man with the neck, and the posture was like a half-old man scratching his head and making a funny pose, which looked very funny.

However, Lama Pa Zhan soon stopped laughing, because in the right hand of the old man, who had been wrapped around his neck by the dragon rope, there was an extra nail in the coffin that seemed to be made of dark iron.

Master Su held the shining coffin nail, smiled at the nearby Pa Zhan Lama, and then suddenly used the coffin nail in his hand to slash the noose rope wrapped around his neck.

The coffin nail looked black and frightening, and the nail body was triangular, and there were no blades around it, but the coffin nail was as if it was a sharp blade that was blowing hair, breaking the dragon rope from the middle and splitting it into two, and at the same time, the momentum did not decrease, and flew directly towards the front door of the Pazhan Lama, and tried to use the gloomy coffin nail to directly stab the head of the Bazhan Lama.

Pa Zhan Lama never thought that the flexible and flexible noose would be damaged by a coffin nail that was extremely ugly and could be seen everywhere, and it seemed that he was extremely distressed, and he shook his wrist and withdrew the noose rope into his sleeve, followed by the ten fingers of his left and right hands, only the thumb and middle finger of both hands were erected, forming a very strange handprint and patting the face of the old man, and at the same time, his mouth recited loudly "Hum, Ah, Ng" and other three very strange Buddha names.

When I was learning art with Uncle Li before, Uncle Li consciously let us know some knowledge about Tibetan Tantric Buddhism and other sects, knowing that in Tantra, the five fingers correspond to the five elements of "earth, water, fire, air, and wind".

Absorbing the energy of earth and fire, thinking of this, my heart palpitated, and I seemed to understand a little bit of the intention of the seal of the Bazhan Lama: he wanted to use the power of the fire from the ground to deal with the old man.

Underground, flames, I'm rubbing, isn't this a volcano, isn't this Pazhan Lama just eye-popping, ready to inspire a few dormant active volcanoes to settle the old man.

Uncle Li was also a little puzzled, and his eyes were fixed on the Na Pa Zhan Lama, wanting to see what else he was going to do.

Na Pa Zhan Lama is not an ordinary person, looking at his mana, it seems that he is not under the Su master, after his heart chakra is sealed, the Su master is also shocked, ready to fly back and retreat, but the strange thing is that a black whirlwind rises from the ground, rolling up the snow particles in the sky to wrap the Su master, making him unable to move a bit.

At the same time, I saw that the snow-covered ground under Master Su began to emit billowing black smoke, accompanied by the rumbling of muffled drums.

"It's not good, this tartar seems to have really fucking moved those flaming volcanoes in the volcano hell, let's stay away, in case the magma flows out in a while, don't burn us again." As soon as Uncle Li saw the formation, he knew that this Bazhan Lama was indeed proficient in the ability to transform shapes, and he insisted on using the words "hum, ah, huh" to invite the volcano in the twelve-layer purgatory, ready to launch a deadly attack on Master Su.

The black whirlwind blew more and more rapidly, and the black smoke under him became thicker and thicker, and the heat wave was scorching, and the surrounding snow turned into water, and then condensed into ice.

"Hellfire, erupt ......", Lama Bazhan saw that Master Su had been trapped in the whirlpool of the snow storm, so he couldn't wait to form a seal with his hands to invite the gods, and shot a dark red aura from his index finger to the ground under Master Su that was already billowing smoke.

Regardless of the question, it can be known that the Lama Bazhan used his own energy to blast the crater from hell, and then achieve the purpose of making it erupt, his intentions are sinister, and the means are so strong that I and the fat man are sweaty crotch, and the legs are fat (Northeast dialect: trembling), this kind of evil art is too strong.

At this moment, Master Su, who had been in the center of the whirlpool of the blizzard, had an abnormality, and saw that he began to rotate highly in the wind and snow, and those snow flakes were quickly absorbed into his body, forming a thick ice armor, and the ice armor accumulated more and more, and in an instant, the whole body of Master Su was enveloped, forming a crystal clear, huge ice ball shaped like amber, and emitting a strange and miserable white weak light on its own.

Almost at the same time, the volcano under Master Su finally erupted after letting out a dull roar, but to everyone's surprise, what erupted from the crater was not magma and flames that were powerful enough to destroy everything, but four black meat balls, one of which was still screaming and scolding uncleanly: "I'll fuck his uncle, this is all eight lifetimes of blood mold, and Tu Dun can catch up with the volcanic eruption......"

The sound of scolding was familiar, but at this time we didn't have time to wonder who the owner of the voice was, because, at the moment of the eruption, the ice armor wrapped around Master Su's body suddenly burst, and every fragment of ice armor whistled like a knife at the Pa Zhan Lama, who thought he was in control.

The fragments of the ice armor were as dense as a rain of bullets, and soon covered the entire body of the Bazhan Lama......

Three or five seconds later, as the ice armor scattered to the ground, everything was settled: Master Su was already on all fours, calmly examining Lama Bazhan, and Lama Bazhan staggered back a few steps with a gloomy face, a mouthful of yellow mucus spurted out of his mouth, and a little light appeared on his chest, and black gas was thick.

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