"Whoosh -"
"whoosh -"
"whoosh -"
one after another, with golden Buddha light, just like a sharp sword, cuts through the sky and makes a sound of breaking the air. In a moment, they rush out to attack the enemy!
The magician of that play has consumed 78% of his mana. At this time, it''s difficult to move. However, he can only pick up the black cloth again, shake his wrist frequently, and let it rotate in front of him, trying to resist the attack.
But at this time, he can''t play the full strength of this magic weapon as he did at the beginning, no matter in speed or stability, let alone the fat monk''s beads.
Now, this black cloth is just like the fly blowing rope on the meat stall
And Pinocchio Oh! He is even worse. He is a person who relies on physical skills. How can he dodge when he is attacked as fast as a bullet?!
"Ah
A scream, Pinocchio hit, followed by more moves!
"Ah, ah, ah --!"
The whole theater is echoing Pinocchio''s scream!
"Well done!" I patted the fat monk on the shoulder and cried out excitedly.
From the beginning to the end, our goal is Pinocchio, while the other four are just stumbling blocks on the road. To deal with them, we are just determined to "eliminate all those who hinder us".
If we can eliminate the whole goal, the obstructionists Oh! How to love!
"It''s now, fat man, get rid of the Buddhist beads and go on!" I yelled.
When the golden light disappeared, all the Buddhist beads returned to the fat monk and became words one by one, whose contents were nothing more than "the Buddha is really handsome" and "the Buddha is powerful".
Brother Zhong Ming and I saw that there was no danger ahead. Our personnel had stopped fire and rushed out immediately.
At this time, Pinocchio was seriously injured. The fat monk''s Buddhist beads shot him down. He couldn''t be alone. He had been beaten all over his body. He had a lot of holes in his body, and all of them were opposite!
In the words of someone surnamed Zhang, there are a lot of transparent holes in his body
But now this hole may not be so transparent, because now these holes are constantly emitting black ghost gas.
This kind of wound is the same as that of a clown. It''s not so easy to deal with the wound of Buddha''s light. Moreover, there are so many wounds that you don''t have to do anything else. As long as you don''t let him recover, then, before long, this guy will be out of his wits!
Pinocchio''s legs lost their strength, and he fell on his knees, and the axe in his hand was also thrown aside. At this time, I''m afraid he would not have any more pain in his head except for the sense of powerlessness of death.
But just like that, when he saw us rushing, he still tried to take his own axe and chop us. Unfortunately, he was like a still picture in front of my too bright pace and blinking speed, and I suddenly made a hole, and the ghost face flying cloud sword was against his neck.
"Third brother..." The dramatist looked at the scene and opened his mouth feebly, but he could do nothing.
The black cloth was still powerful. After some resistance, the fat monk''s Buddhist beads didn''t hit him at all. But it''s also the fat monk''s magic weapon. How can it be so easy to defend?
Although there was no wound, the mana consumption and damage still existed. The black cloth floated down beside him, but he didn''t even have the strength to stand up and collapsed on the ground.
When the master saw that this was not right, he immediately wanted to support him. But Gongsun Shu also found out the situation here. How could he be satisfied? In the process of shaking hands, the Dharma arrays were thrown out as if they didn''t need money, trying their best to stop the master scholar.
"Good job, Gongsun Shu!" I looked at the situation on their side and immediately called out. "Hold him down, fat man, and give him a taste of that Pearl!"
"Good! Ah, I''ll give him a taste of the pearls. You''ll have to let me taste the delicacies! "
"Don''t worry, I''ll treat you to dinner when I go back!"
"Then I''ll show my hand again!" As soon as the fat monk patted his belly, he picked up a Buddhist bead that had become a character and said with a smile, "ah, that brush one, I just played happily. I''ll test you. Can you read?"
As soon as the words fell, the Buddha bead flew out in an instant and went straight to the master scholar.
In the end, the master scholar is not in vain. His ability is really greater than those. He dodges.
"Hey! I see how you can hide! " The fat monk waved his hands and all the beads flew out in an instant!
The holy hand scholar looks like a bully. He quickly uses his magic, shakes his body, and plays several residual shadows with his brush. He hides the Buddhist beads of the fat monk and confronts Gongsun Shu''s Dharma array. For a moment, there is no flaw or damage!
But how can we not succeed in dealing with one of our two most difficult characters at the same time? Gongsun Shu watched the master move back and forth. He was cruel in his heart. With one move of his hands, he worked hard to use up his strength and formed two large arrays!For a moment, hundreds of black boa constrictors coiled around them. With the ability of the master scholar and the Buddhist beads of the fat monk disturbing them, half of them could be destroyed in a short time, but the other half could not be solved
All of a sudden!
Bang!
The purple black long rope entangled the master scholar''s waist all of a sudden!
The waist is the key to power. The waist is the axis of all the twists and turns. When the waist is caught, the whole person is almost unable to move. The movable range is reduced by 90% instantly!
At this moment, the Buddhist beads of the fat monk hit like a rainstorm. Even though the master held the brush to resist, he could not move. Finally, he was pierced several holes, and the ghost gas leaked out.
"Well --" the master snorted and didn''t cry out, but it seemed that he was defeated. His whole body was entangled with black rope, the wound was black, and his hand with a brush seemed to be weak.
I took a look around. The clown and the jolly fell into a pile of broken chairs in the audience. The former was in a coma, while the latter was still struggling, but obviously had no defense ability.
The magic power of the Opera master is almost exhausted, the master scholar is captured, Pinocchio is under my sword, and the Five ghosts of the Beijing opera company have lost their fighting ability!
This battle, we won!
"Hum!" When I got to the master of drama, my left sword finger was a little bit, just in the middle of his eyebrow. The white light flashed and blocked his mana.
"You..."
"Don''t worry, defeated general, I didn''t want to kill you now, but it''s necessary to seal your strength and not let you recover your strength. Just lie here quietly and pray that we won''t kill you for a while." I said.
“…… Thank you. You look up to me for doing so. " The play master helplessly smile, seem to be self mockery to say.
"You can understand that." I said faintly, and returned to Pinocchio.
Elder brother Zhong Ming stood in front of him, holding a long stick, looking at the kneeling enemy in front of him, with an indifferent look. In his eyes, he had no feeling.
This kind of eyes, like people see a stone, a handful of sand, a broken glass.
They have no life, can''t win people''s love like kittens and dogs, and can''t even please them like flowers and plants. Moreover, their appearance is so monotonous and boring.
Therefore, when people see it, unless there are other meanings, there will never be any feelings.
And this kind of eyes, today appeared in the eyes of big brother Zhong Ming, but he is not looking at stones, glass, but Pinocchio - his enemy!
"You should think about your own fate, or it''s too painful to think about." Elder brother Zhong Ming picks up Pinocchio''s chin with a stick, makes him look up at himself and says without emotion.
Pinocchio should have been numb with pain at this time. He didn''t yell or struggle. His expression became indifferent. Looking at him, he had no choice but to smile: "I really can''t remember how many people we''ve killed over the years, and your parents are among them. But I can''t remember who they are and when they were killed by me sometimes. ”
"you''re killing people like crazy, but it doesn''t matter. You don''t need to know who the Avenger is." Elder brother Zhong Ming said.
"Yes? Then I don''t have to do that. It''s against our heart to kill so many people, but we have to do it. "
"Oh? It''s interesting. Are you going to play the TV series I said with a smile and patted him on the back with my sword: "don''t tell me anything else. No matter it''s true or not, you all kill people."
"I know." Pinocchio said. "I didn''t refute it, but it''s true. Before I die, I have to say what I think. It''s hard to keep it in my heart."
I frowned and looked at brother Zhong Ming. Elder brother Zhong Ming nodded and looked at Pinocchio: "go ahead."
"Well, I''ll tell you. In fact, over the years, we''ve been helping others to do things, to kill people, to collect their souls, to cultivate them. We have to do this, because they..."
At this time, suddenly from the depths of the theater, there was a loud drink, which directly interrupted him: "stop, don''t hurt my friend!"
Hoo!
A powerful momentum from behind the stage straight into the theater, all the way to the door, rolled up the dust!
All the people present felt the air pressure coming. They couldn''t support it at that time, and they were staggered.
"Boss!" Pinocchio looked at the stage in shock and widened his eyes.
"Who is it?"
I grabbed the fat monk, barely stabilized myself, looked up at the stage and frowned.
This power We can''t fight!
And at this moment, suddenly my heart read a move, in front of me, like a burst of silver light.
"Be careful! Get downI only have time to shout out such a sentence. The next moment, a knife of Silver Half Moon shaped sword Qi cuts, flies close to my head and cuts off a wisp of my hair.