Chapter 50: The Immortal Strokes the Roof
The lotus flower is not God and Buddha, but the fat man himself, I do not understand, but at this time the fat man's law let me marvel. This is a real him, that a lotus flower slowly floating up, floating above the head of the headless dumplings.
"This female monk, although I don't know what you've been through, I probably understand this person Guo Zhongyong. To become what you are today, if you either have some kind of deal between you and him, or you are willingly paying for that man, today, Master Fatty, I will use my own method to wish you a good luck." After the fat man finished speaking, he pinched his hands together.
Lotus above the villain, is a mini version of the fat man, action expression, are the same as the fat man, the fat man sighed, the villain also followed the sigh.
And after the fat man in the pinch, stretched out a hand, the other hand still maintains the gesture of chanting sutra, while the other hand flat out, pressed down, as Buddha Rulai one hand to press the Monkey King in the five-fingered mountain in general, simple but brutal.
"If you are really the God of Killing Bai Qi, then, try Master Fatty's Immortal Caress Big Top." Fatty said blandly.
His hand pressed down, the little man on top of that one lotus flower, also stretched out a hand, and pressed down on the head part of the headless dumpling, that one little hand was slowly getting bigger, bigger, and bigger again, forming an extremely weird picture.
Mouth spitting golden lotus alone honoring one's own body is the Way.
Immortal stroking the top is the Dharma!
"One hand is Tarzan, one hand is Kunlun!" Fatty shouted.
Finished, that a hand to the headless dumplings completely pressed down, obviously a hand, but there are altar mountain pressure top of the momentum, that Niang Niang, also take advantage of this hand pressed down the kung fu against the headless dumplings launched a fierce attack, all the street women fighting strokes are given to use, for a time, playing that called a dazzling.
Headless dumplings at this time ignored the Niang Niang's splashy general offense, he did not have a head, at this time I feel, he is like raising his head, looking at that a fairy stroking the top, this is the fat man only respect for their own dao law, this law, worthy of any person to wait for a strict line of defense.
"Still not draw the sword?!" Fatty angrily shouted, but there are two voices, that a miniature version of the fat man is also shouting, still do not pull out the sword?
The headless dumpling, however, really didn't draw his sword, one of his hands stretched out to fend off Niang Niang's attack, the other hand was raised parallel to the top of the hand that was pressing in with the momentum of Tarzan, the hands collided and stalemated.
The purple aura on Fatty's body once again filled the air. Like the god of proof.
That headless dumpling's one hand, but can and this mark immortal caress top stalemate, and not divided, and don't forget, his other hand, is still resisting another strong enemy, this is to one against two, and completely do not fall into the rhythm of the wind?
And the fat man at this time, finally stretched out his other hand, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and softly chanted, "The previous hand, Taishan, this hand, Kunlun."
That little man also made a move, this one hand is also getting bigger, both hands are stacked, as the fat man's action slaps down, one hand Taishan, one hand Kunlun, not to mention, the fat man dares to name it like this, it's full of bravado.
"Kneel!!!" Fatty suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes exploded with a brilliant light, and shouted at the headless dumplings.
A roar followed! Fatty's forehead veins were exposed, it was to use the power of the Immortal's caressing the top of his head to press the God of Killing to kneel down to him!
The power of both hands, Tarzan and Kunlun combined, finally let the headless dumplings without the color of bashful idleness, along with the fat man's this roar kneeling word, finally for the first time to see the balance of victory tilted towards our side!
A stroke of immortal kneeling!
Headless dumplings on one knee, this is finally in the fat man's law kneeling down? See such a scene, I can not help but blood boiling, fat man is a bottomless pit, I can never witness his strongest hand where he is a person who can give people a surprise at any time!
At this time, the headless dumplings seem to finally can not tolerate someone dares to insult his majesty, he is considered to be a real storm, the hand itself blocking the attack of the mother directly force, sort of a slap to the "splash" of the mother to fly over.
One hand was still carrying Fatty's Immortal Stroke, because his other knee, still bent, was slowly kneeling down under Fatty's pressure.
After he freed one hand, that one hand, finally clasped onto the hilt of the bronze ancient sword at his waist. Fatty looked at that ancient sword, his eyes burning, Fatty's Immortal Stroking Top was not to really suppress the headless dumplings, his purpose was just to have the headless dumplings pull out the sword!
That was an absolutely ancient looking sword. A heavy sword might not have a blade.
That one hand clasped onto the hilt and drew the sword out.
The movement was slow.
The sword is a gentleman, writing unlimited style. Ancient people wear a sword, free elegance, every teenager, also have a green shirt sword Jianghu dream.
This sword out, no momentum, no flashy moves, headless dumplings with one hand raised sword, sword end pointing to the sky. That a bronze sword above, carving full of strange patterns, but looks incomparably sharp.
That sword, aimed at the fat man's hand, slowly stabbed over, a simple sword, sluggish movements, but nowhere to hide in general.
"Fatty, why don't you let that little fatty dodge?!" I called out to Fatty.
Fatty shook his head, the corners of his mouth let out a smile that looked to contain intrigue, he was still holding on, his Immortal Stroke Top still firing.
Until the end of the sword stabbed his hand, the big fat man and the little fat man on the lotus flower spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, as if they had been seriously injured, while the fat man finally withdrew one hand, that hand clenched and grasped the sword. And the headless dumpling finally took advantage of the fat man's withdrawing one hand, that just kneeling one leg stood up.
Once again, a stalemate was formed!
This stalemate, the villain a palm of the two against each other, the other hand grasped the sword body.
"Have you finally drawn your sword?" Fatty coldly grunted, from the beginning to now, everything Fatty did was to make this headless dumpling pull out the sword, that's all.
The headless dumpling did not have a head, so we could not tell his expression or anything else, but he used his movements to tell Fatty that even if he drew his sword, so what? He took a step forward and drew his sword from the hands of the little man, using the sword as a blade, and chopped down.
This sword, the momentum is still not fast, not powerful, not swift, but this sword still gives people the feeling that there is no place to hide.
Fatty this time hands together, the villain also hands together, the two movements like a shadow, I do not know, the sword is about to split down, this time not to hide, there is space in this pose?
But just at this time, the fat man opened his mouth and recalled that many purple and gold lotus flowers. He stood up and looked at the headless dumplings that also stood against him.
Behind his hands, Fatty dispersed a purple aura. With a bland gaze, he said, "Sword come."
This call was flat, without a single ripple, but there was an endless air of dust.
Sword to come, where does the sword come from?
Headless dumplings let a step, and at this time, our head, suddenly a burst of ground shaking, there is a sword from the nine heavens.
This is a handle almost and headless dumplings body wear exactly the same ancient sword, ancient and no blade.
This sword, piercing through the top of our heads, hung above the head of the headless dumpling.
"San Liang, remember, this sword, the name is Immortal Punisher." Fatty said.
After saying that, he pointed at the headless dumpling and said, "Bai Qi, why would he still stay on earth since he witnessed the Dao by killing?!"
This headless dumpling was definitely unable to answer since he was headless, and this ancient sword hanging above his head seemed to give him more pressure than Fatty's Immortal Caressing Top, and he raised his sword and held the end of the sword with the body of his sword, but even so. His body was still bent by the pressure.
This sword, it seemed to have supreme pressure.
Ancient Sword Execution Immortal, has this sword really killed an immortal?
The two ancient swords were frozen in a stalemate, and it seemed like they were going to be divided into male and female. There is no ground shaking, time seems to be relatively still in general. And the fat man at this time, but suddenly coughing up blood, I was startled, not the form of the upper hand? Is not the fat man from the nine heavens outside the ancient sword to kill the immortal? How did he suddenly cough up blood?
"It's you!" Fatty roared as he glared at the chieftain who stood off to the side.
"Sorry, to each his own." The chief clasped his fists at the fat man, while the fat man sat down on the ground, took out his dagger, and slashed across his stomach, that instant blood flowed like a stream of blood scared me to my wits' end.
Fatty gritted his teeth, sweaty hand into the cut blood in the mouth, hard to grab out a small arm thickness of the worm, open teeth and claws, long a hideous ghost face.