My doppelganger drama

The Imperial troops in the city reacted belatedly and blew their horns.

When the horn sound spread throughout the city, many imperial soldiers had already fallen. Not to mention the imperial army, even the dynasty soldiers themselves did not realize that their savior had arrived.

With the performance of Fu Kong's god descending from the earth, the despair that had been floating in the city was suddenly swept away. The soldiers of the dynasty picked up their weapons one after another, and began to counterattack and seize the city following Fu Kong's figure.

Due to a moment of slackness and Fu Kong's surprise attack, the Imperial Army was in a hurry, but the Imperial Army successfully launched a counterattack.

Fukong had just eliminated a few ordinary dynasty troops here, and then he avoided a golden light gun with a tilt of his head without even using his eyes to see.

Turning back, several priests hurried over.

They looked at Fu Kong with solemn expressions. I didn't expect that the dynasty would send such a master to this small town. The previous scene of Fu Kong falling from the sky had a huge impact on them.

And then Fu Kong's performance was even more incredible. He was just mowing the grass. No, he couldn't even mow the grass as fast as him!

They even thought Fu Kong was a magician.

In the understanding of these imperial priests, they can only accept that it is beyond imagination to achieve such an exaggerated performance. As for the martial arts of the dynasty, although the history of martial arts has been heard, that is already history.

There is only one true warrior in the dynasty in a hundred years, so who can be sure that that thing ever really existed?

If so, why not take it out earlier on the battlefield?

As for foreign arts, occasionally there are some strange arts that look very strange, and they look like magical skills before you understand them. But after you become familiar with them, understand them, and even crack them, you will find that they are just like that, and you can always find a way to deal with them.

Obviously, when they encounter an overly exaggerated phenomenon, they are trying to explain everything in front of them in a way that they can understand in order to patch up their worldview.

Afterwards, the priests began to circle Fu Kong and carefully observed each other.

Fu Kong stood there and waited for a while.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached.

The other priests also arrived.

There were a total of sixteen imperial magicians present. Except for the one who was killed by him at the beginning, the rest had already arrived.

Several magicians didn't dare to breathe, and their eyes exchanged back and forth.

Neither side spoke. Everyone came here to fight to the death. Fukong did not have the habit of surrendering or talking too much trash before the game.

As for the magicians, they were probably too frightened by Fu Kong to speak.

The next moment, brilliant holy marks flashed out,

Several light guns spread and flew, flew a certain distance and then quickly gathered towards Fu Kong.

Fukong straightly raised his right hand and opened his palm to block it in front of him.

All the clustered light guns hit Fukong's palm, and he tried to push forward at the same time, but although Fukong's robes were fluttering and his hair was swaying, his body did not move at all, and golden light reflected in his gray eyes.

This was the first time he came into contact with the magic of the imperial priests.

This golden light is bright and magnificent, but at the same time it has blazing high temperature and strong impact, and even has an impact on the spirit.

Very comprehensive magic.

After feeling it, Fu Kong squeezed all the light guns hard with his palm.

The light disappeared briefly, and a magician beside him rushed out quickly. The holy seal in his hand flashed and condensed into a small knife, which he stabbed Fu Kong repeatedly.

Fu Kong reached out and casually deflected all the opponent's attacks, and finally caught the opponent's knife with both fingers. He leaned on his shoulder and knocked it away. The golden knife remained between his fingers and was gently thrown into his hand. Go up and take a closer look:

When used in this way, the attributes are not weakened, but are usually in a solid state, and will bloom when it touches an enemy.

Because of the solidified relationship, there is the possibility of temporarily letting go, but if faith is not continuously injected, it will dissipate quickly.

The magicians worked together to launch a fierce attack. They said they were magicians, but their fist and kick skills were not bad at all.

It is not the method of dynasty martial arts that uses energy and blood to concentrate energy and specialize skills.

Instead, he directly uses some kind of magic to empower himself, strengthen his body, and then cooperates with some special tactics. Even in close combat, he is not weaker than ordinary martial arts practitioners.

It’s really a different kind of wonderful.

However, Fu Kong recalled that after he knew that he could not learn the magic, he paid very little attention to the magic. I wanted to extract something for comparison in my mind, and I remembered that my wife Zhuang He first learned magic when she was young, something that gave strength to stones and let them fly out and hit people.

Taking into account the low threshold of foreign arts for the general public and no strict age limit for entry, Fu Kong couldn't help but sigh at the superiority of this kind of thing.

I just don't know how different the dynasty's cutting-edge magic is from the other party's.

Thinking about it, facing the attack of the alien art that turned into a golden ring-shaped sharp blade and cut it in front of him, Fu Kong flicked his fingers, and the alien art condensed knife that he had snatched before was thrown away before it was about to dissipate.

The knife passed through the gaps between countless ring-shaped blades. The moment an imperial priest took a step, it pierced directly into the opponent's eyes and brain.

The other party fell to the ground with a solemn expression.

Because their vision was disturbed by their own magic and Fu Kong's indiscriminate throw, the priests present did not react. They had been reduced in number.

Of course, the deceased didn't react at all.

After killing one person, Fukong didn't look at him the whole time. Then, facing the strange moves around him, he raised his hands to shoot!

【shock】!

Snapped!

The high-frequency oscillating energy spreads outward, forming a concussive impact that directly shatters all the golden objects that are close to it, and continues to spread out.

None of the magicians were spared, they were all involved and flew backwards with blood vomiting at the mouth.

"Damn it! How could such a monster appear here!"

"Guts! Our guts are broken!"

"Calm down and use recovery!"

Because it was just a casual shot by Fu Kong, this group of people was quite strong, and those farther away did not die directly.

One of the magicians stood up, sweating profusely, condensing a holy seal, and sprinkled golden light to heal the people around him who had faith.

"Can this kind of treatment be carried out out of thin air?" Fu Kong was even more surprised, because he could feel that under the golden light, their shattered internal organs had begun to recover, and some flesh injuries were even more severe. Regeneration at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wonderful.

He once again praised the developers of these strange arts in his heart, thinking, he raised his foot and stamped it hard.

【shock】!

boom!

The magician who had just recovered a little was instantly swallowed up by the smoke, dust and rocks. His internal organs that had just been saved were completely shattered, his muscles and bones were broken, and he died with his eyes open.

After witnessing the strange arts from the empire, these people should not be able to achieve a more powerful level, so Fu Kong quickly sent them away together.

The foreign arts are indeed very valuable. The dynasty army seems to still regard martial arts as the mainstream. The foreign arts are only gradually occupying high ground at the public level, and some senior officials who stick to the tradition do not want the era of martial arts to be occupied by foreign arts.

Should he consider leaving some advice to his superiors in this regard?

As the "God of Martial Arts" that others crowned him, he was admonishing and advocating strange arts, so he was probably going to be in a lot of trouble. It has nothing to do with his subjective intentions, it just depends on some people's thoughts.

Fu Kong sighed without any trace.

What a hassle.