Chapter 729： Buddha head: I will also bless the God of War (2/2)

Grandma stretched out her hand and grabbed Dole's braid, grinned her small white teeth, and growled, ”Daqing has been dead for more than a hundred years, and kept his whip for nothing.”

She tore off her braid with her scalp.

He was bombarded in the lower abdomen by a punch, and he flew out like a cannonball, smashing dry trees along the way.

.......

Dangdang ...

Baker Richardson felt like he was hitting the iron with his flesh and blood.

The dominating physical body is inherently powerful, the cell activity is amazing, and this diamond is not bad, which makes the C bit despair.

He relied on his superb fighting skills, seamlessly linked, and the master of the fight was difficult to fight. Slightly restored the dignity of the C position.

These days, meat is the father. But every C position is unwilling to be a son.

The golden ripples exploded constantly, like a firework in the night, and like a golden flash, it was beautiful.

The youth division relied on a strong defense, forcing him to take a killing move. The golden light on his body shook violently and almost collapsed. Taking advantage of the short gap, he grabbed President Baker's fist with his right hand, fisted with his left hand, and banged his brain.

Baker Richardson's body suddenly twisted, turning the fist that was in the heart into the front of his chest.

He exhaled, his muscles stretched, and his body recovered from its rubber twist.

Without giving the young teacher a chance to continue attacking, he hugged the young teacher's arm instead, smashing it over his shoulder, flying it out, and smashing into the distant cliff.

”Buddha head, chop it with a blade of grass,” roared Baker Richardson.

The head of the Buddha rushed out, took off the grasshopper sword on the back, and shook it gently. The sword cover was torn apart, exposing the Japanese-style long sword that looked like iron but not iron and jade but not jade.

The sword slashed down, making a sharp howling sound as it cut the air.

Ding!

Like an iron collision, Cao Jian Sword did not cut through the King Kong and was not bad, because the young master entered the white blade empty-handed and sandwiched the Cao Jian Sword in the palm of his hand.

”The sword is not used that way, the old bald head.” The young master smirked and flipped his palms suddenly. The hilt then turned away from the Buddha's head.

The Buddha's head clenched the hilt of the sword tightly and turned in the volley, turning the grasshopper sword into a meat grinder.

Seeing that he could not win the sword, the young master decisively let go, lifted his feet on the Buddha's head and chest, and flew him.

At this time, Baker Richardson attacked from the oblique side and alternately attacked, not giving the young division a chance to breathe.

When the head of the Buddha attacked, he resolutely retreated, and Baker Richardson's desire to survive broke out.

It is not that they are unwilling to contribute, the weapon is not long-sighted, and being accidentally injured by Cao Jianjian is not a joke. Even a slight cut will experience the pain of purgatory.

After the war, Li Xianyu and Qin Ze reminded him that the poison and self-healing ability of Qi Sword canceled each other out. If it was vitally stabbed, even carrying Li Xianyu's self-healing blood medicine would not help, only Waiting for death.

”Buddha head, your swordsmanship doesn't work. No, your whole fighting skills are terrible.” Baker Richardson murmured.

The attack on the Buddha's head was either missed or blocked by the young master with his skills.

”The poor monk is a monk, understand.” Buddha head sighed.

There are strengths and weaknesses, but each has its own characteristics and strengths. The head of the Buddha is characterized by its skin solidity, and its master is characterized by its durability. And Richardson is characterized by good kung fu.

Chinese is good, as long as kung fu deep iron pestle grinds into a needle.

President Baker did not want to become an embroidery needle, so he wanted the head of the Buddha to be just front, but he did not expect that the head's melee ability was not superb, the swordsmanship was even rough, and he could not cut the green division at all.

”Buddha, give me the grasshopper sword,” Baker Richardson called.

His melee ability is outstanding in the extreme path. If he masters the grasshopper sword, he can tell the master to split his hate in minutes.

”The poor monk promised Qin Ze that the grasshopper sword never left his hand.” The Buddha shook his head.

This is an explanation. When he entrusts strategic weapons to him, he must always ensure that the weapon does not leave his hand, and he will die if he leaves it.

President Baker no longer talks. Although he joined Baoze, it is normal for Baoze not to give him such an important weapon. Affiliate is a commercial cooperation, not a family member.

Then create an opportunity for the old monk ... Baker Richardson quietly speeded up his breathing rate and warmed up the emperor engine.

The fingertips of the Buddha's head radiated a golden beam of light, and the young teacher who had to force it had to move fancy. Without the strength of hard-working Vajra fingers, after all, he now had to face two enemies, a sword that could damage it. .

Whew ...

The sound of two strong winds resembled a dragon spitting oxygen, and the ground beneath Buick Richardson's feet exploded, and the stones were scattered.

But he himself remained the same.

The young teacher's eyebrows fluttered, and a punch was blown to the left.

A fist smashed a figure. It was Baker Richardson, and his still body slowly dispersed, but it was an afterimage.

”Humph.....”

Buick Richardson took a punch, and the sternum was broken in a large area. Fortunately, the condensing machine blocked a block, otherwise the punch told him to know what it means to be cool-hearted.

President Baker deliberately suffered this punch. Just as the Buddha's head could not be cut off by the young master, it was difficult for the young master to hit him if he fought close. He is confident that he can miss 80% of his attacks.

When the young man hit this punch, it was worth it ~ ~ Baker Richardson hugged the young man's arm, twisted behind him, and bent his knees into the young man's den To force it to kneel with itself.

The green teacher sank with his knees, and when he saw that he was about to kneel, he stood firm, but bent his knees without falling to the ground.

”Buddha head, now!” Baker Richardson yelled.

Whew ...

Like the sound of a strong wind, the Buddha's head dragged a trail of afterimages, and his sword stabbed at the green division.

Richardson, who hugged it tightly from behind the young teacher, suddenly choked.

This familiar move, familiar vision, familiar oxygen spitting ... Buddha head, what he just cast is the blessing of the God of War.

Fighting is always very difficult to write. I originally wanted to update 30,000 words today. After all, it was a trivial matter to me. However, fighting fights have seriously slowed down my codeword speed. Really helpless.

(End of this chapter)