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The nameless tune sounded in the Buddhist hall, but the soft tone was as heavy as a bell.

As the minor tune plays, some kind of terrifying monster descends.

"Is this what it feels like to have extraordinary military skills? Are there any players who have such extraordinary abilities that have long since ceased?" The old monk looked at the ancient soldiers a few steps away, as if some kind of terrifying madness was about to emerge from his body.

His hands couldn't help but tremble, which was a disgusting reaction to the killer's instinct. Every muscle and every bone in his body was groaning.

His whole body was warning him to stay away from this dangerous guy.

Stay away from this murderous monster!

That is, extraordinary military strength!

"I haven't felt this kind of fatal danger since the Taoist Chaoren seven years ago. It's really rare." The old monk suppressed his uneasiness. After becoming Chaoren, he met a Taoism is extraordinary.

The other party was very strong and saw his secret immediately. They clamored to eliminate harm for the people.

Unfortunately, she didn't do it and lost her life in vain.

When I saw her unwilling face and angry eyes.

The old monk was extremely disgusted, and he didn't know that he was disgusted with himself. Or simply he didn't want to see outsiders showing him such expressions and eyes.

So, he spent three days eating the extraordinary one. Once you eat it you won't see it again.

I don’t know if it’s retribution from a curse or psychological distortion.

Since eating that transcendent being, he can no longer eat normal food. And has a strong urge to eat people.

This is also the reason why he stayed in Yucun. Those who got the black umbrella came to Yucun to pursue salvation.

The attributes of successful people are improved and they become pseudo-supernormal, which changes their lives.

The loser becomes the inhuman monster. At the same time, it became his food.

To him, although those losers were not as good as the extraordinary ones, their flesh quality was pretty good.

Unexpectedly, he recalled some terrible scene, and saliva secreted rapidly in his mouth.

The old monk suppressed his body's instinct to resist Bingwu and roared in a low voice: "I haven't tasted Bingwu Chaorhan yet!"

He took a step forward and waved the six-ring staff in his hand. The gray beard moves without the wind, which is extremely scary.

Li Changhe chuckled. The jet mod knife in his hand spurted out bright blue flames.

Ever since Li Changhe raised his physical attribute to 13 points, he has yet to fully display his extraordinary military skills.

It’s not easy to put your best effort into competing with your companions. Now, a suitable guy came.

"Then, let's kill the evil Buddha with force today." Li Changhe breathed out, and lightning burst out from his body.

The old monk's eyes flickered, although he had a trump card.

But the guy in front of him is by no means someone who can be defeated easily.

The evil aura on his body was far greater than his own, and he didn't know how many people he had killed.

I saw Li Changhe swing his left hand like a whip, throwing out a cold light.

The cold light hit the palace pillar on the left, but there was a strange refraction, and it turned and stabbed the old monk in the chest.

I don’t know if it’s too late to react, or if there’s no need to react. The old monk remained unmoved and watched helplessly as the cold light hit his chest.

'boom'

The strong air flow stirred up a cloud of mud.

In the mud, the old monk was knocked back several steps, and his cassock had been torn to pieces. A deep blood mark appeared on his chest, but a disgusting tumor bulged, and the wound was quickly covered up.

He actually resisted the punishment spike that triggered the effect of killing hundreds of heads. The price paid is just a few steps back. The defense is simply terrifying.

However, the attack was not over yet, and the mud floating in front of him was disturbed.

A Mo Dao slashed down with a brilliant green fire.

After Li Changhe threw the punishment spike, he stepped forward and slashed with his sword.

The old monk wanted to block the blade, but Mo Dao was too fast and had not waited for him to swing the six-ring staff.

The blade struck the old monk on his left shoulder. But there was a sound of metal cutting.

The Mo Dao blade penetrated about two centimeters into the old monk's shoulder, making it difficult to move forward.

Li Changhe did not draw out the Mo Dao, but decisively let go and stepped forward.

He made a fist with his right hand and hit the old monk's facial bones. At the same time, a tiger roar resounded through the Buddhist hall.

This is a tiger climbing a mountain hard!

The strong force knocked the old monk backwards.

The attack was not over yet. The moment Li Changhe struck back, he paused with his left hand and withdrew the Jet Mo Dao that was still stuck on the monk's shoulder with his right hand.

He slashed the old monk's exposed neck with his sword again. He actually wanted to behead the old monk with one knife.

But this time, the old monk reacted. Protecting his neck with both hands and arms, he took another stab.

"boom!"

The old monk took a few steps back, his hands and arms covered with blood.

Kill a hundred heads and use the Mo Dao to force the tiger to climb the mountain, and then behead them with the Mo Dao. This set of smooth murderous intentions made the old monk feel the fatal danger for the first time in a long time.

But as the sarcoma agitated, his wounds recovered.

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Reaching out to straighten the bridge of his nose, the old monk felt wary.

Since the battle with that Taoist super being, he has never been injured again.

Last night, against the black-clothed priest who was a [player], he was able to defeat the enemy without any injuries.

At this moment, Li Changhe showed him blood, and he was indeed very strong.

"Extraordinary military skills are indeed terrifying, but the duration of extraordinary military skills is too short. Especially when all extraordinary systems have declined, how long can an extraordinary military force last?" He thought quickly in his mind: "During this period of time As long as I protect the vital points, he will not be able to break his glass body, and victory will be mine."

Bingwu Chaofan didn't know if the taste would be better than that of Taoist Chaofan.

The old monk was looking forward to it.

But suddenly there was a stinging pain in his back, and a silver spike had pierced his back at some point. The wound was not deep and did not hit any vital points.

"When is this?" The old monk's expression changed. He didn't notice Li Changhe throwing the second spike.

He wanted to remove the spike and recover quickly.

But I heard a burst of laughter, and the crazy figure smiled and asked

“Have you ever heard of a pile driver?”

Then, the madman snapped his fingers.

'Snapped'

Weapon micromanage!

The spike that had penetrated the old monk's back was pushed again, and then

"Pfft!" The old monk vomited blood. He felt a strong force coming out of his body, and the spike behind him sank three centimeters into his body again.

"Donor, me"

'Snapped'

The old monk was bleeding from all his orifices and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Aren't you looking for Luo Qiao? I'll tell you."

"Don't stop." Yunting's voice came calmly in my mind: "Continue."

Li Changhe nodded silently and snapped his fingers again.

'Snapped'

The old monk's gray skin was stained red with blood, and he couldn't help but kneel down.

He looked down at the tip of the nail that had pierced his chest.

As if already dead.

And the moment Li Changhe put down his arm.

He suddenly raised his hand, and a black shadow quickly pierced out of his shattered cassock.

"Broken Demonic Pestle!"

It was a sharp instrument twenty centimeters long, like a dagger.

It stabbed Li Changhe between the eyebrows with lightning speed.

This is the old monk's last trump card. Yesterday, he also used this trick to break through the black-clothed priest's defensive skills.

At this moment, Li Changhe was waiting for the moment when he thought he was dead and relaxed his vigilance.

"Boss lead!"

But Li Changhe remembered it and analyzed from the beginning that the old monk had dangerous long-range attack methods.

Throw the old lead and accurately hit the magic pestle.

Although he has the protection of arrow avoidance, he doesn't have to worry about any long-range attacks. But it's better to be careful to avoid being attacked by some mysterious system.

When the old monk saw the black sphere, a big mouth full of sharp teeth suddenly opened from the crack.

The sharp teeth of the Broken Demon Pestle were shattered in one bite. It was really terrifying.

Perhaps, the child who wanted to take him out of the valley back then. Did you think so before being eaten by yourself?

The Confessor didn't have any more ideas.

Because the spike that penetrated his body pushed forward again, the strong force directly blew him into two pieces.