Chapter 30 Two-Pheds

"Your mother's head!"

Yong Bowen cursed angrily, holding Ai Liyun in one hand, raising the dagger in the other hand, pointing to the sky, taking a step forward, and splitting a sword on the head.

As the old saying goes, the sword is light, and the swordsmanship is heavy, and it is rarely cut head-on. This is the move of the knife. Yong Bowen's sword was obviously a taboo with the sword, but when he split the sword, he felt a stream of air rising from his abdomen and rushed to his throat. He couldn't spit it out for a while. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Wow!" The sword suddenly burst in flames, like a living dragon, and it seemed that it could fly out of hand at any time.

The strong hot force falls straight down like the top of Mount Tai. Within a radius of dozens of meters, it is as hot as steam, the air rises, and the faint white water vapor is distorted and rises, which makes this space floating still, like a vision.

The King of Fuming breaks the magic sword!

"Break the magic sword seal!" Dogeb exclaimed, and the serrated disk appeared in the upper block behind him.

Then he heard a muffled sound like cutting cloth and chopping meat. The disk was cut in two in the middle. Dogeb was hit with blood by the strength of the sword. He looked up to the sky and fell down. The fire sword fell with an unstoppable momentum, and he was about to divide the old lama into two and barbecue.

At the critical moment, I suddenly saw a King Kong pestle stretching out obliquely, but it was Gabo Sanjie who came to save his life! The powerful lama like the King Kong wrestler exerted all his strength, roared and lifted the King Kong pestle to flirt with him.

Then he heard a loud noise, like a copper bell hitting a stone, deafening, and the sound curled.

Gabo Sanjie only felt a huge force coming. Even if he had been practicing hard for decades, he couldn't stop it. His knees softened and he knelt to the ground.

Yong Bowen took the opportunity to kick Jiabo Sanjie's chest, and immediately kicked Jiabo Sanjie's mouth and nose bleeding.

But Gabo Sanjie held on and didn't move at all. Even the King Kong pestle in his hand did not shake.

Yong Bowen sneered and put the sword in his hand back to the belt. He took the opportunity to stir and retreat. With a bang, he poked a big hole in his chest and sprayed blood.

Gabo Sangjie roared, covered his chest, and glared at Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen kicked again, and finally succeeded in kicking down Gabo Sanjie and killing Dogeb with a sword.

Ailiyun was roared to death by Gabo Sangjie and was shocked to turn around. She looked up and saw Yong Bowen's murderous face. She was about to cut people with a sword. She didn't know where she had the strength. She grabbed his wrist and whispered, "Xiaowen, don't use this sword, don't use it!"

Yong Bowen couldn't help but be stunned.

Dodgeb took this opportunity to turn over and jump, turned around and ran, thinking about what spell was used. It was really like a meteor, as fast as lightning, and his whole body turned into a black light and flew to the west.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a transparent big hand flying out of the air, holding the black light tightly and holding it hard, and hearing a scream. Dogeb was held to pieces, and his flesh and blood were thrown to the ground.

The big hand crushed Dojijeb, followed by Yong Bowen and Ai Liyun. In an instant, he came to the front. With a gentle flick of his fingers, he flicked Yong Bowen. He sat on the ground and fell to the earth. His eyes were full of stars. Looking up, Ai Liyun had fallen into the hands of the big hand and was being caught flying to the sky. Empty.

Yong Bowen was terrified. He didn't know whether this hand was an enemy or a friend. How could he let his future wife be arrested like this? As soon as he picked up the dagger, he would cut people.

Ai Liyun stared at him sternly, shook her head, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Xiaowen, I'll be fine. Wait for me to come back!" The big hand turned into a streamer in an instant, and disappeared without a trace with Ai Liyun.

The airport, which had been noisy for most days, finally became quiet. The ground was full of white bones, like a cemetery. On the tattered plane, flesh and blood were like mud, which was unbearable.

Of course, the leadership team on the command tower has not found these things yet. Just now, when Dojijeb cast the spell, the yin qi was so heavy that ordinary people couldn't resist it at all. All the living people in the airport fainted to the ground, and it would take a while to wake up.

Yong Bowen was stunned and confused for a moment. Ai Liyun was seriously injured and her whereabouts were unknown. How could this reassure him? He turned around a few times and suddenly jumped up and said, "Yes." He ran away, rushed out of the airport, returned on the way, found the car parked on the roadside, and was ready to go back home.

The intercepted vehicles and pedestrians on the road were still quarreling with the police officers who blocked the road. Obviously, they didn't know what happened at the airport.

Yong Bowen had no time to pay attention to this. He walked to the side of the car and was about to get on the car when he suddenly heard a "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha". He turned out from behind the car and bowed and saluted, "Yong Lord, the poor monk is polite!"

Yong Bowen calmed down. The visitor was dressed in a coarse cloth monk's robe, hat straw shoes, and a wooden stick in his hand. It turned out to be the Japanese monk's new residence Youzheng!

During the day, as soon as the man heard that someone claimed to be the authentic of Qinglong Temple, he was so anxious that he ran to grab the authentic. However, the thunder and rain was small, and the words were extremely loud, but he did not dare to do it at all, which made Yongbobo inexplicably run to Shengheng Group to cause an embarrassment. In the middle of the day, he suddenly It's really inexplicable to come out.

Yong Bowen was so anxious that he didn't want to make a noise. He asked directly, "Master Xinju, what's the matter?" He was secretly alert that the monk came out of his mind. He didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran out to hide behind the car and blocked people. It was not a good way.

Xinju Youzheng put his hands together and said, "The benefactor is predestined with my Buddha. The poor monk wants to invite the benefactor to discuss the Dharma in Wakayama King Kongfeng."

"These dead monks are all psychopaths!" Yong Bowen cursed in his heart and said coldly, "I am the head of the North School of Taoism. I have no friendship with Buddha and I am not interested in Buddhism. The master has found the wrong person. I have something urgent to do, so I'll go first." I can't wait to get on the car. I immediately started, went away, and left the new house Youzheng there and ate a face of plaster.

Xinju Youzheng reached out and took out his mobile phone from under the monk's robe. It was actually the latest Nokia smartphone. He clipped the Bluetooth headset to the headset, pulled out the shortcut key, and connected the channel: "Master, it has been confirmed that it is indeed a broken magic sword seal! That's right, there is a seal, and the power is unimaginable. Yes, we have already taken action, and the fetus holder will ask the master!"

Let's say, Yong Bowen returned home full of anger, turned over the box and cupboard, and found out the ancestral ebony sword, magic ruler, and soul stabilization. In more than ten minutes, he had finished the whole package.

He saw him inserting an apricot yellow soul flag about three feet in his back, a treasure bag full of rune paper and a soul bell at his waist, a black four-foot-long ebony sword in his left hand, a bronze magic ruler with three fingers and half a meter in his right hand, and sixty-six mahogany swords were inserted in his belt. If you dress up and walk to the street in broad daylight, it is estimated that nine out of ten will be sent to a mental hospital.

After packing up, Yong Bowen glanced at the black cat cotton sleeping on the sofa, strode over, pinched the cotton's neck and lifted it up.

The sleepy cotton opened his eyes blankly, turned his head and looked at it puzzledly. When he saw Yong Bowen with a murderous face, he couldn't help trembling with fear, "Meow?"

"Sister Xiaoyun's life and death are unknown now. Come with me to save her!" Yong Bowen explained that he put the cotton on his shoulder and went out.

The cotton "meow" and clung to his shoulder, indicating that he didn't want to go.

"Objection is invalid!" Yong Bowen rejected the cotton protest, walked out of the stairs, took out a compass, pinched the spell, saw the pointer straight to the guide, and now he ran to the car.

When he was young, he and Ai Liyun played hide-and-seek. After several failures, he secretly cast a spell on Ai Liyun. As long as he recites, he could easily find it. From then on, playing hide-and-seek has always been unfavorable. This spell has been strengthened every few years, and until now it still has an effect, and the mana range is also It is much older than when I was a child. It can be said that there is no problem without the boundary of Spring City.

He just walked without two steps, and suddenly heard someone whispering the Buddha's name, "Nan Wu Amitabha!"

"There are lamas again?" Yong Bowen was shocked. He raised his sword and put on a move. Looking at the sound, he saw a short figure standing on the edge of the flower bed next to the door of the building.

This person is dressed in a coarse cloth coat of black and white, wearing a round hat, holding a simple wooden battle, and dressed as an ascetic monk, just like a replica of the new residence Youzheng. His left hand stood in front of his chest and bent down to Yong Bowen to salute.

Can't you compete with the bald donkey this year? Why do you meet a lama or a monk when you go out?

The more Yong Bowen thought about it, the more awkward he felt. In addition, he had something on his mind, so he didn't want to pay attention to the inexplicable monk, so he turned around and left.

"The green dragon golden fetus, the poor monk's eight leaves and dead wood are polite..." The monk was not interesting. Seeing that Yong Bowen ignored him, he dodged in front of Yong Bowen, which was another gift.

"What a green dragon golden tire? I don't know it. I have something to do. Don't get in the way." Yong Bowen was furious. If it hadn't been for the monk's age, he would have scolded him.

The old monk Ba Ye Kumu looked at Yong Bowen, suddenly smiled and dodged and got out of the way.

Yong Bowen doubted in his heart. While he was on guard, he stepped forward and walked more than ten meters away without peace. His heart was a little relaxed, but suddenly he heard the eight-leaf dead wood behind him shouting, "I'm coming."

Yong Bowen's body vibrated, and the sequelae of this night's bitter battle all burst out, and he fell to the ground without saying a word. You should know that the few spells he cast at the end are a great consumption of spiritual mana, and the King Kong sword consumes even more amazing mana. It is only because his anger is supported by a fierce and tenacity. If there is no accident, even if he does not encounter eight leaves of dead wood, he has no strength to go further. The function of the truth of the eight-leaf dead wood is to soothe the body and stabilize the mind, which is equivalent to tearing down the last pillar supporting Yong Bowen, so as soon as the truth came out, Yongtianshi immediately fell to the ground.

The black cat on the shoulder was shocked and slipped into the shadow and disappeared.

Eight-leaf dead wood looked at the fleeing black cat, frowned slightly, and then stepped forward and picked up Yong Bowen. He was thin and dry, but he carried Yong Bowen as effortlessly as a chicken. He carried a big living man on his shoulder and said, "It's the great fate to meet today." After saying that, he walked with Yong Bowen and walked away, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

For a while, the cotton came out of the darkness, looked left and right, let out a "meow" scream, and ran away.