Chapter 123: The Monk with Rhythm
"No, there is a talisman in my charm, how can it not work..."
Ma Chengfeng just had a question, and suddenly understood, it turned out that this kid's speed was fast enough, and the last half of the journey was completely leaping, even if the talisman worked, it couldn't make him fall to the ground immediately, just fixed the time of three breaths of his body, he completely slid over with the help of inertia...
"Bang bang!"
At the moment when the two collided together, the effect of the spell suddenly came into play, and a fire cracking talisman containing deflagrating power immediately made an explosion, followed by another sound, and another sound, and the bodies of the two collided with each other abruptly separated, Ma Chengfeng retreated seven or eight steps and hit the wall behind him to stop his figure, while Duan Qing flew upside down five zhang away, almost hitting the other end of the corridor, and the figure smashed down.
There were butterflies flying in the air, and they were the clothes of the two that had been blown apart.
Ma Chengfeng touched his face, his wrinkled face was already covered with blood, most of which were his own, because the small wounds were not fake, the clothes on his chest were blown up, and the skin of his body had already been out of shape was scorched black, a half-foot-long horizontal gap, almost smearing half of his body with blood, and half of his body was numb after being hit first, and the loss was heavy, and it was estimated that it would take at least a year to recover, but the weak rabbit would only be more miserable, small...
Raising his head with contempt in his eyes, Ma Chengfeng's gaze was cast over, and his expression suddenly changed, he found that the cunning rabbit actually stood up choked, there was blood on his face, and the broken clothes on his chest were exposed, no, it was not skin, and there was no blood... That color, that shape, isn't it the golden basin of the old woman, it's just been smashed flat at this time, this...
This little rabbit cub is actually cheating with Lao Tzu?
"Poof!" Ma Chengfeng suddenly spurted out a mouthful of old blood, he who had not adjusted his breath twice, was injured again, and then he was angry, this mouthful of blood couldn't hold back anything, he was completely annoyed and angry, and reached out to touch the charm, but only touched a piece of paste and blood on his hand, and looked down to see that the position of the sewn pocket in the clothes had been blown up, and there was his charm in the flying butterflies!
"Ahhhh
The old man's beard was cocked, beating his chest like an angry gorilla, but he was dredging several meridians and acupuncture points that were numb, his almost blood-red eyes stared at Duan Qing who was wiping his mouth, and a few fingerprints were made on his hands, and the whole person rushed out suddenly, his gray hair was flying behind his head, his hands were waving into claws, and his hideous face was like an angry lion, biting down on the hateful rabbit.
Suddenly, Ma Chengfeng's expression changed greatly, because the prey was actually sorting out a stack of charms in the slow manner, and then took out one, and looked at the seal text on it to know that it was a talisman, and it was cast out with hand and foot.
Although he only hit one, under such speed and impact, Ma Chengfeng hit it the same way as Duan Qing before, and his body was frozen in an instant, but he immediately felt that this talisman only had the effect of two breaths, and his talisman would have the effect of three breaths when it was attached to Duan Qing's body, which was related to the power of true qi instilled when writing the talisman.
However, what made Ma Chengfeng not so discouraged was that he also crashed into Duan Qing, which was the same as before.
The only difference was that Duan Qing was standing head-on, not turning around sharply, so the punch he hit in the chest was so real and direct.
"Bang!" Duan Qing smashed out with a punch, and his entire arm felt sore, but it just stopped the momentum of Ma Chengfeng's impact, this is the gap in strength, it's just a weight, no matter what point it is, the difference is so high!
At the time of the first collision, Duan Qing's sword had already been knocked away, and the time for two breaths was too short, and there was no time to get the sword at all, so it was simply a fist!
"Bang bang bang!"
Duan Qing smashed down with one punch, no rhythm was needed at all, and it was in full swing, and a violent storm smashed at Ma Chengfeng's ribs and other vital parts.
Ma Chengfeng held his breath tightly, trying to keep himself in a state of breathing, just two breaths, if it was usual, it would pass in the blink of an eye, but at this time, it seemed so long, how many punches had he been beaten? The injury seemed to be serious again, not good, to spurt blood, no, to maintain the state, otherwise once deflated, the internal organs and bones would be seriously injured in an instant, ah! The time is coming...
Ma Chengfeng's mouth was already able to move, and his hands began to feel flexible, he cracked open his mouth that was sticky with blood, and laughed fiercely: "Boy, you suffer death... Ahh
Before he finished speaking, Duan Qing raised his leg and slapped it between the old man's legs, turning his gradually hideous expression into a painful twist, and a breath suddenly leaked out, followed by blood, but it was no longer spitting, but spraying!
"Poof——!
In the thick red blood, there were also fragments of internal organs, obviously although Ma Chengfeng had survived his own spell power, and survived Duan Qing's violent beating at all for two breaths, he still couldn't survive Duan Qing's lore kick after all, and at this time, he would get twice the result with half the effort!
Immediately, a palm was heavily imprinted on the old man's heart.
"Poof——!" Ma Chengfeng took another mouthful of old blood, and large chunks of internal organs spurted out.
The eyes that were already a little cloudy were even more cloudy at this time, Ma Chengfeng secretly said that he had never seen such a sinister person for so many years, and his judgment of the situation was like divine help, but he was obviously the same as himself, without any talent... But he was brought into his rhythm by him... Once this kind of person grows up, it's definitely quite scary...
It's just that when his trembling fingers were raised and pointed at Duan Qing, he couldn't say a word, and then he turned his head down and pouted on the ground without a sound.
Duan Qing was finally able to exhale, all this happened too fast, and now it was just ordinary people's five breaths, at this time, he finally had time to pick up the sword and slash at the old guy's lumbar vertebrae, and then he sat on the ground, rubbed his chest and gasped, and took two good breaths.
Suddenly, Duan Qing realized that the entire building became extremely quiet, there was no sound at all, and the five senses were instantly released, and the entire small building was actually only himself or a living person, and Gao Jian and the others didn't know when they were gone.