MTL - So I Am A Demon Descendent!-Chapter 729 Buddha head: I will also bless the God of War

Chapter 708 Buddha Head: I Will Fight God's Blessing

"Senior Li, the head of the Buddha encountered an ambush in the Shingon Sect. I have informed the big boss that you should go quickly. I am afraid that President Baker and the head of the Buddha will not be able to hold up later." After the Thunder King reported to the big boss, he immediately dialed up Grandma's mobile phone.

After listening to her grandmother quietly, she said, "I see." She thought about it and asked, "If Doral or the youth division didn't collectively ambush the Buddha's head, but instead sent troops to the door, what does that mean? Um, This is my exam for you. "

The thunderbolt Wang Yiyi: "Ah? What's the situation?"

"Forget it, you really aren't smarter than my great-grandson. Every time I test him, he can always give me a satisfactory answer." After that, Grandma hung up the phone.

No time to talk nonsense to this stupid minister, she is going to fight.

"Daqing's heart, why are you here, can you find me?" Grandma put the new domestic smartphone back in her wallet, her hands shaking, and she took away the wallet.

The wallet contains food, drinks, expensive clothes and various luxury cosmetics, as well as large bundles of cash. If it is destroyed in the battle, she will be distressed and hard to breathe.

The domestic mobile phone is also newly bought. Although Grandma has abandoned the Qing court that had been loyal to her, she is still a patriotic heroine in her bones. I used to follow the patriotic great-grandson to go astray and bought a Pear mobile phone.

She stood side by side with ice dregs, faced with a man wearing a blue coat, a long braid, and a guava hat in front of him.

Facing the questioning of Wushuang War Soul, Dole just sneered.

"Is there an ambush?" Bingzhuang's eyes sank like ice, staring at Dole.

"Shh ..." Grandma's slender fingers pressed against her lips: "Let the wind sing."

The wind brought the sound of all things, the wavy sound of meadows, the "whistling" of capricorns, the low murmur of insects, and the sound of wild birds flapping wings.

Of course, there are also Dole's calm and powerful heart beats.

"No ambush." ​​After a few minutes, Grandma shook her head: "At least I can't hear it."

The ice dregs contacted the enemy and moved their eyes to the grandmother, some speechless and some admiration: "You seem to know everything?"

"One hundred and forty years, time is boring and meaningless to me. I often study the magic of Taoism and Buddhism on my own. This is the best way I can spend my time. Well, it's not used now, this time is very It ’s interesting. My great-grandson of this generation is also very profitable. I do n’t need to spend time in that way anyway. The great-grandson ’s money is mine, and he listens to me. ”

This is no longer a hint, it is a naked declaration of sovereignty.

Bingzhao ditched her mouth, seemingly too lazy to argue with her on this topic, "was Tianertong just now?"

Grandma nodded: "Tianertong represents wisdom, knowing the sound of everything and reaching the unimpeded. As long as you listen to your heartbeat, pulse, and the sound of your limbs, you will know your inner thoughts. Wushuang War Soul this stinky woman, every day thinking about taking up Li Xianyu, daring to rob me, sooner or later, give her a color ... right? "

Bingzhao did not expose the embarrassment of her inner thoughts at all, and smiled a little saltily: "It's an interesting magical power."

Grandma sneered: "No, I haven't reached that state yet, I guessed just now because I have similar thoughts about you."

There, Dole frowned, Shen said, "Every time I fight with you, I have to listen to family ethics."

Grandma snorted: "You are no longer the pinnacle of peaks, and you have no ambush helpers. Today I will hit you on my knees and ask for mercy.

Doherty ignored her and looked at the ice dregs: "I have a question about the Lord of the Pantheon. Before I saw you, I was deeply afraid of your power. But since southern Xinjiang, I found you It ’s not as strong as you think, powerful enough to suppress eight masters of the same level. Of course, if they are stupid enough to challenge you and be defeated by each of you, then I did n’t say. ”

He waited for a while, and really did not get a reply from Bingzhaozi. This woman is arrogant and indifferent, not the type you would talk to when she talked to her.

Dorr is about to say something, the ground suddenly bulges under his feet, like a calm sea setting off a wave, this trick can always achieve great results against the stable master.

Warriors souls actually sneak attack ...

Dole is not an ordinary master. He flies into the sky.

At this time, the sound of Qingyue echoed in the night sky, and the ice dregs turned into a flame-like big bird fluttering and fluttering towards the Dole's maggot in the air.

His Highness the Regent shook his right fist, the water elements floating between the heavens and the earth were pulled, and the magnets and irons generally gathered turbulently.

Wow!

The water elements converge into a stream, and each stream vortexes toward Dole's fist, and his fist is the center of the vortex.

Within a hundred meters, the ground was dehydrated and cracked, the bark was dehydrated, the leaves were curled, the meadow lost its oily green, and it was crumpled and dry.

Everything is deprived of water, leaving only a dry "body shell".

Strong as grandma, she also noticed that her own water was losing quickly and her mouth became dry. She could only reduce the water loss, but could not stop it.

Grandma's fingertips drew a rune in the void and tried to interfere with Dole's water control ability with a water sign, but it failed without a doubt.

In the face of Tianzi No. 1 flood, grandma and grandma were powerless.

After condensing the water element to the limit, Dole punched out with a punch, "Wow," there was a loud noise from the sea. A spiraling water column rushed out and bumped into the oncoming undead bird.

Rumble ...

The water column collided with the flame and a deafening sound erupted.

The movement is exactly the same as the volcanic eruption on the sea floor. A lot of heat energy and a lot of water will make such a sound.

The dense water vapor instantly covered the night sky, like a dense fog in the mountains.

Grandma ran like a healthy little doe, her black hair fluttered behind her.

She leaped up, stepped on the ground, her fingers close together, and turned into pure, rich golden light.

If Li Xianyu saw this scene, he would cry in tears with inferiority complexion, bare his **** and his feet, and the lemon just punctured the stomach. He worked hard every day, every day and night to get started. Grandma and grandmother entered the room like a play.

Crackling ...

A blue arc lingering around the golden fingertips, and on the basis of Draconic Fingers, she performed a thunderbolt.

For a large force, lightning spells are not friendly.

Dole's power is the water ability, and the lightning ability has not been inherited.

The peak of Jidao is already the ultimate existence in the world. Continue to devour thunder and lightning ability is just the icing on the cake. It will not cause qualitative change. It might as well be used to cultivate an obedient thug.

Unfortunately, this thug is now two or five.

Hercules finger broke through the blockade of water mist and made the diffuse water mist the best conductive material, which temporarily paralyzed Dole's maggots and paralyzed ice dregs.

Grandma rushed into the steam, and the sword pointed at Doral's chest.

With a bang, Dorr's chest exploded. At the same time, there was an air machine, which turned into wind and waves, blowing off the dense vapor of steam.

Grandma stretched out her hand and grabbed Dole's braid, grinned her small white teeth, and growled, "Daqing has been dead for more than a hundred years, and kept his whip for nothing."

She tore off her braid with her scalp.

He was bombarded in the lower abdomen by a punch, and he flew out like a cannonball, smashing dry trees along the way.

.......

Dangdang ...

Baker Richardson felt like he was hitting the iron with his flesh and blood.

The dominating physical body is inherently powerful, the cell activity is amazing, and this diamond is not bad, which makes the C bit despair.

He relied on his superb fighting skills, seamlessly linked, and the master of the fight was difficult to fight. Slightly restored the dignity of the C position.

These days, meat is the father. But every C position is unwilling to be a son.

The golden ripples exploded constantly, like a firework in the night, and like a golden flash, it was beautiful.

The youth division relied on a strong defense, forcing him to take a killing move. The golden light on his body shook violently and almost collapsed. Taking advantage of the short gap, he grabbed President Baker's fist with his right hand, fisted with his left hand, and banged his brain.

Baker Richardson's body suddenly twisted, turning the fist that was in the heart into the front of his chest.

He exhaled, his muscles stretched, and his body recovered from its rubber twist.

Without giving the young teacher a chance to continue attacking, he hugged the young teacher's arm instead, smashing it over his shoulder, flying it out, and smashing into the distant cliff.

"Buddha head, chop it with a blade of grass," roared Baker Richardson.

The head of the Buddha rushed out, took off the grasshopper sword on the back, and shook it gently. The sword cover was torn apart, exposing the Japanese-style long sword that looked like iron but not iron and jade but not jade.

The sword slashed down, making a sharp howling sound as it cut the air.

Ding!

Like an iron collision, Cao Jian Sword did not cut through the King Kong and was not bad, because the young master entered the white blade empty-handed and sandwiched the Cao Jian Sword in the palm of his hand.

"The sword is not used that way, the old bald head." The young master smirked and flipped his palms suddenly. The hilt then turned away from the Buddha's head.

The Buddha's head clenched the hilt of the sword tightly and turned in the volley, turning the grasshopper sword into a meat grinder.

Seeing that he could not win the sword, the young master decisively let go, lifted his feet on the Buddha's head and chest, and flew him.

At this time, Baker Richardson attacked from the oblique side and alternately attacked, not giving the young division a chance to breathe.

When the head of the Buddha attacked, he resolutely retreated, and Baker Richardson's desire to survive broke out.

It is not that they are unwilling to contribute, the weapon is not long-sighted, and being accidentally injured by Cao Jianjian is not a joke. Even a slight cut will experience the pain of purgatory.

After the war, Li Xianyu and Qin Ze reminded him that the poison and self-healing ability of Qi Sword canceled each other out. If it was vitally stabbed, even carrying Li Xianyu's self-healing blood medicine would not help, only Waiting for death.

"Buddha head, your swordsmanship doesn't work. No, your whole fighting skills are terrible." Baker Richardson murmured.

The attack on the Buddha's head was either missed or blocked by the young master with his skills.

"The poor monk is a monk, understand." Buddha head sighed.

There are strengths and weaknesses, but each has its own characteristics and strengths. The head of the Buddha is characterized by its skin solidity, and its master is characterized by its durability. And Richardson is characterized by good kung fu.

Chinese is good, as long as kung fu deep iron pestle grinds into a needle.

President Baker did not want to become an embroidery needle, so he wanted the head of the Buddha to be just front, but he did not expect that the head's melee ability was not superb, the swordsmanship was even rough, and he could not cut the green division at all.

"Buddha, give me the grasshopper sword," Baker Richardson called.

His melee ability is outstanding in the extreme path. If he masters the grasshopper sword, he can tell the master to split his hate in minutes.

"The poor monk promised Qin Ze that the grasshopper sword never left his hand." The Buddha shook his head.

This is an explanation. When he entrusts strategic weapons to him, he must always ensure that the weapon does not leave his hand, and he will die if he leaves it.

President Baker no longer talks. Although he joined Baoze, it is normal for Baoze not to give him such an important weapon. Affiliate is a commercial cooperation, not a family member.

Then create an opportunity for the old monk ... Baker Richardson quietly speeded up his breathing rate and warmed up the emperor engine.

The fingertips of the Buddha's head radiated a golden beam of light, and the young teacher who had to force it had to move fancy. Without the strength of hard-working Vajra fingers, after all, he now had to face two enemies, a sword that could damage it. .

Whew ...

The sound of two strong winds resembled a dragon spitting oxygen, and the ground beneath Buick Richardson's feet exploded, and the stones were scattered.

But he himself remained the same.

The young teacher's eyebrows fluttered, and a punch was blown to the left.

A fist smashed a figure. It was Baker Richardson, and his still body slowly dispersed, but it was an afterimage.

"Humph....."

Buick Richardson took a punch, and the sternum was broken in a large area. Fortunately, the condensing machine blocked a block, otherwise the punch told him to know what it means to be cool-hearted.

President Baker deliberately suffered this punch. Just as the Buddha's head could not be cut off by the young master, it was difficult for the young master to hit him if he fought close. He is confident that he can miss 80% of his attacks.

When the young man hit this punch, it was worth it ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Baker Richardson hugged the young man's arm, twisted behind him, and bent his knees into the young man's den To force it to kneel with itself.

The green teacher sank with his knees, and when he saw that he was about to kneel, he stood firm, but bent his knees without falling to the ground.

"Buddha head, now!" Baker Richardson yelled.

Whew ...

Like the sound of a strong wind, the Buddha's head dragged a trail of afterimages, and his sword stabbed at the green division.

Richardson, who hugged it tightly from behind the young teacher, suddenly choked.

This familiar move, familiar vision, familiar oxygen spitting ... Buddha head, what he just cast is the blessing of the God of War.

Fighting is always very difficult to write. I originally wanted to update 30,000 words today. After all, it was a trivial matter to me. However, fighting fights have seriously slowed down my codeword speed. Really helpless.

(End of this chapter)