Chapter 100： Brahma falls from heavy snow

Standing on a high level, it is probably the common preference of the superiors, so that they can overlook the common people and look superior. The heights are exciting, and there are countless scenery.

But for Li Keyong, he likes to stand high, just because he has a wide field of vision and can detect changes everywhere, so that he can control the overall situation. For the generals who dispatched troops, it was necessary for every battle, and it was already a habit of Li Ke.

So when Li Yan said "You will come down if there is a kind," Li Ke suddenly angered in his heart, as if he was standing high, he was showing his own distinctiveness and strategically occupying How much cheaper it is.

"Miscellaneous account!" Li Ke held the spear upside down, leaping down from the roof, and rushed to the courtyard step by step. He walked quickly, like a tiger and a leopard, and splashed dust on his heels.

Mo Lao took the first step, he disappeared from the roof, and immediately reached the front of Liu Da. When he appeared, he was bathed in blue light, hitting Liu Dazheng's chest with one palm, and the water ripples around his palm were like: Trace! "

There is no huge palm shadow, but no one will doubt the power of this palm.

Liu Dazheng frowned. He noticed that the cultivation of the old man had reached the eighth level of Qi training, and apparently he had entered the eighth level of Qi training for a long time.

If it was said that the middle-aged man could break through the battlefield of 300 people in one fell swoop, then Mo Lao's palm was afraid that he could directly overturn all 300 people.

Mo Lao has a magical body and has a vigorous and vigorous spirit, but the palm itself is also unpredictable, it is clearly a single palm strikes, but it makes Liu Dazheng elusive. As if he saw only a phantom, he couldn't judge the true position of the opponent's palm at all. If he rushed to meet him, he would be defeated.

If this is the case, he will be bored by the opponent, and the opponent's powerful hand will be printed on his chest without hindrance!

Even a battlefield of three hundred people can be turned up. If it explodes on a person's chest, it is conceivable how terrible the consequences will be.

Perceived Liu Dazheng's indifference, there was a smile in the corner of Mo Lao's eyes—that was a confident expression.

He told Li Keyong before that he would teach Liu Dazheng that he had lived a lot of years and wouldn't talk big.

At this moment, Liu Dazheng is in a bad situation, but it is not that there is no way to cope.

He can step back, pull away, take defensive positions, and watch while entangled. This is the most effective response.

But he did not retreat.

He cannot retreat.

What is a personal guard?

If there is no retreat, people who cannot step back are called close guards.

Because behind him is the person the guard wants to protect.

As soon as he retreated, the people behind him were threatened.

Regardless of whether it is a battlefield battle or an assault on the rivers and lakes, in a head-to-head hard battle, the personal guards can only fight to death and cannot back off.

The soldiers can die, and the Lord will have nothing to lose!

This is the meaning of pro soldiers!

As the leader of the pro soldiers, Liu Dazheng who followed Li Xian's numerous battles did not experience danger, and he understood this truth better than anyone else.

If you ca n’t retreat, then you simply enter!

Liu Dazheng took a step forward, mobilized all the auras, and used his hand as a knife, a hand knife slanting off Mo's neck!

Mo Lao's palm is so profound that he has never seen it before. In a hurry, he cannot see through the change of reality and reality of the other party, and accurately receives the other party's palm.

Since it can't be connected, it won't work.

Fighting on the chapter of Mo Mo, Liu Dazheng will also give the other party a fatal blow.

For injury? No, it's life!

Liu Dazheng is not afraid to change his life!

Behind him is An Wang. He has no choice or choice!

When he realized Liu Dazheng's intention, Mo Lao stared.

But he did not return to defense.

Instead, he still sneered in his heart.

In the killings of the rivers and lakes, the use of this all-in-one move seems to be not afraid of both defeats. In fact, it is only the weak side. When there is no way, it wants to make the opponent afraid and force the opponent to back away. Thus the trick of resolving one's own crisis.

As an old river, Mo Lao has seen this situation a lot.

Monks from the rivers and lakes, especially those who are higher, have prosperity and wealth when they live. Who cares?

This move just threatens the opponent to retreat under the guise of desperation.

Needless to say, Liu Dazheng's hand knife is just a fool, and he is ready to retreat and pull away.

Mo Lao certainly won't let Liu Dazheng do this trick.

Therefore, he did not close his hand, nor did he back away. The palm of his hand turned into reality, and one palm blasted on Liu Dazheng's chest.

The moment he hit Liu Dazheng, Mo Lao should have been proud.

But he didn't.

Instead, his expression froze, and his eyes were full of incredible colors.

Because Liu Dazheng didn't do as he expected, he just wanted to use a trick to force him back.

The opponent's knife was as heavy as a mountain, and was severely chopped at his neck!

Bang, bang, two muted, almost simultaneously!

Both looked pale.

The palm of Mo Lao was banging on Liu Dazheng's chest, and Liu Dazheng's hand knife was chopped on Mo Lao's neck. At the moment, both of them were irritated backwards, and Li Keyong, holding a spear and full of eyes, turned upside down. , Crossing the threshold, rushing into the courtyard.

On the side of the courtyard door, Song Jiao relied on the frame of the door, because Li Ke rushed up and then rolled up a gust of wind, the purple robe slightly raised. She lowered her eyebrows and did not take any action to stop Li Keyong, letting the other party run past him as if she had not seen him.

In the eyes of Song Jiao, the figure of a monk dressed in a magpie, holding a magic wand, and still not moving on the roof.

That was her opponent.

Li Ke rushed in front of Li Yan, his spear pricked from under his arm, and stabbed straight to Li Yan's face. His shots were simple and straightforward. He used the most effective offensive moves, and the shortest distance he took.

The spirit wind is centered on the spear's blade, and it spits madly and quickly towards the sides against the direction of the spear's penetration. This makes the spear straight into it look extremely sharp, as if in front of it, even It is a heavy stone shield and will be pierced by a spear.

"The bird is awkward, are you afraid ?!" Li Ke yelled, his eyes full and murderous, and his corner of his mouth still pleased, "Don't retreat if you have a seed!"

He shouted this sentence, apparently acting on his own, with extra confidence, just like the scene where he saw the blood spit out by Li Yan.

He certainly had confidence because he didn't keep his hand and the Thunder hit.

He thundered, killed the commander in the army, and defeated the masters of the rivers and lakes.

As a veteran who is accustomed to battle in the field, he does not know how many enemies died under his spear. If their bodies are piled up, I am afraid it will form a hill.

His strength, with the lives of countless people as his foundation, his record, the Ministry of Defense policy book, there are eye-catching records!

The grassland tribe on the north side of the Yinshan Mountain, at the other end of the Great Wall, and the guilty side of the border, knew Li Ke's weight with this name, and he even had an unforgettable memory of this spear with spears!

Li Ke used the Li Li in front of him with a quiet eyebrow. Facing the thunder blow that he had saved with countless blood and life during the battle on the sand field, he didn't move half, just pulled out Lu Gujian.

There was a loud sigh, and the moment Lu Lujian emerged, there was a loud sword groan.

The sword flowed, and as the dragon went out to sea, it took off.

Li Yan also stabbed a sword straight.

Unlike Mo's moves, he and Li Ke did not use half the tricks, and some of them were just invincible.

"Jianqi Shenglian!"

Li Ye knows that today ’s battle will not last long, because the two sides have to divide, not only victory and defeat, but also life and death. The two sides have decided to kill each other. Why is there a battle for life and death?

After Qinglian, Li Yan looked a little pussy, but his voice was extremely clear: "Whoever retreats first loses!"

"Come!"

The sword and spear hit each other without fancy, the aura flow scattered like a meteor, the roaring sound penetrated the gold stone, there was an air explosion everywhere, and the dust was flying like fog.

In the courtyard, Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng, and others saw Li Ke rushing forward, and they had already revealed their instruments and were ready to shoot.

But before they shot, they felt stiff and unable to move. The body seemed to turn into a stone, and the aura in Qiqi seemed to be sealed and could not be moved.

Not only the two of them, but also the other military service in Chang'an.

Inside and outside the courtyard, a dozen or twenty monks were all standing in place and couldn't make a step.

In front of each of them, there was a majestic Buddha image with treasures. The Buddha was bathed in golden light. I did n’t know its size or its size. I saw it covering the sky and occupying the whole world. Worship worship.

The monk who was under cultivation and uneasy was already kneeling directly, worshiping and shivering on the ground.

Wang Li and Shangguan Qingcheng both turned pale and bitterly supported.

The gate of the courtyard, only the monk Song Jiao in his eyes, stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, as the Buddha went to dust, the golden Buddha in front of her eyes disappeared, and the beauty of the purple robe hummed, "In front of the old lady, if no one starts Big Buddha Polar Realm ', can't you treat your old lady as wood? "

With that said, Qian Hanxiao was already on his lips, and with the flick of the jade fingers, Yi Shuihan's melody rose like snowflakes.

The sound of the flute sounded, the world was eclipsed, and instantly entered the realm of winter and snow.

In front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng, and others, the image of the Golden Buddha began to sway, with goose feathers and snow flying in the sky.

He has always looked as usual, the Buddha statue in the temple looks like a Huiming monk who will never change. He can hear the flute, his eyes suddenly change, and his face is full of dignity. When he suddenly looks at Song Jiao, he is full of momentum. Change, full of prudence to kill, such as walking on thin ice, such as near the abyss.

"Since entering the Central Plains, I haven't seen him become a high performer." The monk lowered his wand, sat down on the roof with his knees folded, his hands folded, his eyes narrowed, his lips moved, and he began to speak a spell.

With the rapid movement of his lips, the sound of the chanting of the Buddhist scriptures began to spread out with him as the starting point. At this moment, the golden light behind the monk dazzled like the sun, which made him look like a respected man. Golden Buddha.

The Sanskrit sounds scattered, and in front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others, the big snow flakes dissipated, and the Buddha's light gradually flourished.

Song Jiao's eyebrows were slightly heavy, and Yi Shuihan's tune suddenly became full of power.

Then the statue of Buddha was blurred again and heavy snow flew again.

The two took this world as a battlefield, using the flute and Brahma as weapons, and started an invisible but dangerous contest.

Whoever has the best technique, who can take control of this side of the world, can control the entire battlefield!