Chapter 45: It's Late!
【Bajiquan (Bapinji Martial Arts) Learning Completed】
[The Golden Bell Jar (Eight Grades of Forging Body Martial Arts) has been completed, and the iron cloth shirt has been replaced (Nine Grades of Great Perfection)]
[Golden bell jar raised to 0/100 in the middle of the eighth grade]
[Gain Mastery Point 150 (Sequence Promotion Acquisition)]
[Consumes 100 mastery points, and Bajiquan is increased to the middle of the eighth rank (0/100)]
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[Sequence]: Martial Arts Sequence Eight - Red Blood
[Technique]: Single Knife Method Selection (Nine Grades of Great Perfection), Eight Extremes (Eight Grades of Mid 0/100)
[Body Method]: Bagua Swimming Body Step (Nine Grades of Great Perfection)
[Training]: Golden bell jar (0/100 in the middle of the eighth grade)
[Internal strength]: Qingdi Jue (Eight Grades of Great Perfection)
[Mastery Points]: 52
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A waterfall of information flows slowly through the retina.
The hum of genetic tremors has ceased, and the joy of flesh evolution continues.
Li Jun listened to the drumbeat of his heart and the whistling of blood in his body, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, he felt extremely relaxed, as if the burden on his back had finally been lifted, and the resentment and anger belonging to the thugs in his heart faded away, replaced by the joy of flesh and blood.
"Use your bones as the filling of your bones, and the Dharma Protector will definitely be more perfect."
An icy voice rang out.
The Buddha behind the head of the red monk Mucuo rotated endlessly, and his body was suspended, three feet above the ground, sitting cross-legged.
Looking at the bare mechanical prosthetic limbs exposed under the other party's tattered monk's robes, Li Jun's eyes showed deep disgust.
"Finally enjoy the feeling of relaxation, can you fucking not interrupt?!"
"Noise."
The red monk Mu Cuo bent his arms in front of his chest, and applied the fearless seal, and several firearms scattered around him floated inexplicably, and the muzzles of the guns were aimed at Li Jun.
"!"
Li Jun stood upright with sweat all over his body, although he could clearly feel the enhancement of his physique, he was not crazy enough to use his body to catch bullets.
He bent down and lifted the corpse of the Dharma Protector on the ground in front of him.
In the rainstorm of gunfire, hundreds of bullets slammed into the machine, exploding sparks.
Red Monk Mu Cuo's palm turned again, and a five-foot-long iron dragon slowly levitated, and then an arm-long rocket flew out of the mutilated corpse and inserted it into the dragon's mouth.
Tianfu Heavy Industry's group of waste, how could such a strong firepower collapse like this?
Li Jun scolded in his heart, pulled out the long knife inserted in the eyebrows of the Dharma Protector, raised his leg and kicked the corpse in the direction of the dragon's mouth.
Rumble!
With a deafening explosion, the diffuse impact rolled up the Dao Flame Dragon, and the shattered mechanical components flew in all directions.
Suddenly, a black figure crashed out of the smoke and dust, and between two steps, it was already in front of the red robe, and the long knife slashed towards the Huigen mark.
Sting!
There was a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding, and several guns overlapped each other, blocking the blade.
Li Jun's forehead was bruised, he exhaled and made a sound, and a thousand catties of huge force surged out of his body to press the long knife, and the blade edge was close to the front inch by inch.
"Flesh is trouble."
Mu Cuo's brows furrowed, only to see his palms folded in front of his chest, and the next moment the gun that was suspended around and did not dare to fire began to twist and deform, and the muzzle of the gun was squeezed to form a sharp bulge, and it shot at Li Jun like a spear.
The sharp sound of breaking the air came into his ears, and Li Jun's eyes did not dodge for half a minute, but became more and more fierce, and he slashed down with a knife!
Clang! Crackling!
Two distinct voices rang out in front and back.
The long knife broke from it, and the broken blade that shot backwards rubbed a line of blood on the side of Li Jun's face.
The two lines of ring scars on Mu Cuo's head also suddenly exploded into a cluster of arcs, and the spear that pierced through the air suddenly lost control and fell to the ground with an uproar.
The sudden change made Li Jun and Mu Cuo stunned at the same time, and they looked at each other, both seeing the shock and astonishment in each other's eyes.
There was a crackle, and there was a bang from the burning wood in the distance.
The synchronized movements of the stunned two people are just one advancing and one retreating, which is very different.
Mu Cuo's face was extremely blue at the moment, and his floating body retreated sharply, and at the same time, his hands quickly pinched out various complicated Buddhist gestures to retrieve the malfunction in the brain computer.
The corners of Li Jun's mouth showed a cold smile, and he rushed forward with steps, as fast as a galloping horse.
Lao Tzu has no knife, and there are even more fierce fists!
The self-examination process in Mu Cuo's mind was only halfway through when a black shadow with a furious aura had already pressed in front of him.
Li Jun's legs were tense, and his left foot kicked hard, but the right foot that stepped forward suddenly slammed, and the strength poured between the square inches, and the front of his right elbow was like an iron horse rushing out of the battle.
Eight pins of martial arts, elbows!
Mu Cuo screamed silently, no longer caring about the brain-computer interface at the top of his skull, and encouraged the spiritual power of his whole body to rush to the eyebrows and hearts.
Although there is Huigen's amplification, it is a pity that this hastily formed spiritual power barrier is still too thin to stop this elbow at all.
Boom!
An invisible ripple rippled in front of Mu Cuo's heart, white bionic blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, and the whole person smashed into the ruins like a cannonball, and the Buddha wheel behind his head was scattered all over the ground.
Mucuo, whose body was beaten out and restored to its original state, leaned against the half-collapsed wall, his eyes full of chagrin and remorse, and a few wisps of deeply hidden fear.
His own Huangliang Buddha Kingdom host has been destroyed, and he can no longer engrave his memory through the Huangliang Buddha Kingdom and be reborn in Nirvana.
If it's dead now, it's really dead.
Looking at Li Jun approaching step by step, Mu Cuo could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, reached out and grabbed a yellow silk book from the cavity that had slipped open in his abdomen and threw it over.
"I'll give you Chongzhen's edict, you let me go!"
A terrible roar spurted out with blood.
Li Jun looked at Mu Cuo, whose face was covered with blood and was embarrassed, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind.
"Big snot runny mouth you know it's thrown, it's late!"
Looking at the fist that fell from the top of his head, Mu Cuo's eyes were blank.
The Dharma Protector, the Acolyte, the Huangliang Buddha, the three major pieces of Buddhism are all gone, and even the brain-computer interface is malfunctioning.
Although he is a Buddha Bhikshu, he doesn't know what else he can do at the moment.
"Tianfu Heavy Industry, I won't let you go if I fall into reincarnation!"
Bang!
Mu Tso's head slammed into the ground, then bounced high again, and was finally crushed into the dirt by one foot.
[Gain 200 Mastery Points.] 】
[Current remaining mastery points: 252.] 】
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At the same time, a few kilometers east of Songpanwei.
Wu Shihu, who was running wildly, was suddenly stunned, as if he had a feeling and looked back at the way he came.
"That monk is dead?!"
"What do you want if you don't run away after being beaten like this?"
A mocking voice drifted along the night wind.
Wu Shihu looked at the large number of figures that suddenly appeared in front of him with a stunned face, and immediately put on a defensive posture after seeing the Shu Dao logistics sign on the corner of the other party's clothes.
"Okay, just like this kind of mixed soldier, don't be embarrassed in front of Lao Tzu."
The crowd dispersed, and Gu Jia paced with his hands in his hands, slowly walking out.
Wu Shihu roared like a trapped beast, "What are you going to do!" ”
"What? Of course I'm here to save you," Gu Jia half-squinted and raised his chin, "Send a message to Wu Laogou, tell him that the edict is in your hands, and ask him to send someone to support him quickly." ”
"Huh?" Wu Shihu's face was full of confusion.
Gu Jia raised his stubby palm and patted the other party's cheek, with an expression of hatred that could not be made of steel.
"Encircle the point to send reinforcements, have you heard of this sentence? Everyone is a Confucian gatekeeper, you are so stupid and ashamed of us! ”