Chapter 730： Amitabha (1/2)

Chapter 709 Amitabha Buddha

Seeing this scene, Baker Richardson had mixed feelings in his heart, which was very unpleasant.

Why does the Buddha's head also make me extremely superb?

Why didn't I know this? !!

Is my utmost unscrupulous student spreading goods?

Everywhere, anyone can.

噗 .... The Caojian sword pierced the young division's chest and broke the diamond body. The wound made a sizzling sound of sulfuric acid to melt the flesh.

”Roar!”

The teal humanoid growled sternly, mixed with pain, and the whole human shivered, shaking like a sieve.

Only Li Xianyu can empathize with this kind of thing. In his lifetime, he was the only one who had survived the grasshopper sword. Grasshopper sword erodes flesh and soul, destroys flesh and primordial spirit.

The ancient monster cells' self-healing ability was not enough to fight this toxin. At least Li Xianyu couldn't resist it at first, and eventually died.

The Buddha's head and Baker Richardson were happy at the same time. The grasshopper sword was finally stabbed in. This sword is the key to the final victory. Now it has finally achieved its effect, which means that the scale of victory has tilted towards them.

And if it still fails to play its role, the best outcome is five or five, each waiting for reinforcements.

”Oh!”

The head of the young teacher banged **** the back of the head, and the hitting Baker would grow his brain to ”hum” and temporarily lost his mind.

The blood vessels around it protrude, blood swells quickly, and the pain of the dual burning of the body and soul allows it to explode its potential. After a head hammer, it lifts the chest of the Buddha's head in one foot.

There was a loud noise in the heavens and the earth, and the golden body of the Buddha's head was shaking.

He flew out like a ball that had been slapped.

The young master who got rid of the uncle fled, and fled towards the western Zen house.

Boom boom!

The head of the Buddha smashed the three halls in succession, rising from the collapsed ruins, Jin Guangcancan, holding a grass to carry a sword, and quickly returned.

”Why do you know how to do my best?”

The two flew in the direction of the zen room, and President Baker groaned.

The word ”also” fully reflects the sadness of President Baker at this time.

The enemy is currently trying to suppress his emotions, otherwise he is roaring around the collar of the Buddha's head: youare Bichi. fuckyoumother.

Scold Chinese English.

The head of the Buddha thought about it. Somewhat embarrassed. The monk did not slang, but it was not easy to sell Li Xianyu. After all, this cheap grandson was the only son of his favorite disciple, Li Wuxiang.

Don't look at him on the surface, he is very concerned.

”I see. Li Peiyun.” Baker Richardson gritted his teeth.

The head of the Buddha was stunned, his face dull.

No, donor, why do you think so?

You lost to Li Xianyu in the island country. The poor monk is Li Wuxiang's master and Li Wuxiang is Li Xianyu's old man. How do you infer from this logic that it is Li Peiyun who has leaked the most extreme skills?

When Beck Richardson looked at the face of the Buddha's head, he thought he had guessed it right, and the unknown flames went up, his blood pressure soared.

Lao Tzu ’s signature school is out of school. I have n’t taught this set of extreme schools myself. As a result, it has blossomed everywhere.

Qi death even class.

He was going to unload Li Peiyun by eight pieces and throw it out to feed Stalin.

Soon, they came to the west zen room, and the night breeze sent a strong **** smell.

The head of the Buddha looked at Baker Richardson with a grim expression. I have a bad hunch in my heart.

Before climbing, I didn't see the disciples of Shingon Sect, but only fled in advance. After seeing the master's avatar appearing in Daxiong Baodian, he confirmed this speculation even more.

But now it seems that things are far more cruel than they think.

Following the smell of blood, the towering corpse mountain appeared in front of him, and a body was piled up, like a grain pile in a farmer's granary.

Those corpses were dressed in blue navy clothes or puppets, and there were more than 400 disciples of Shingon Sect. All of them were here.

They are the zealots of the Lord, the subordinates who swear allegiance, but how can the Lord care about their lives? Human rights are things invented by human beings. To the master, any creature is both a thug and a food.

The teal humanoid crouched on the ”mountain” where the corpses were piled up, and it was very fast. Its teeth were sharp and hard. It seemed that even the steel would bite. A complete human corpse, if you remove your head, you can swallow the jujube. .

The head is also an excellent food. Lifting the opening bone, sucking the brain tissue inside, the taste is soft and palpable, and the tongue melts away in the mouth.

Baker Richardson, accustomed to the strong winds and waves, couldn't help scalping when he saw this scene, and his spine seemed to crawl.

”evil creature!”

The head of the Buddha's head quickly rose with scarlet light, from small to large, and from dark to bright, giving him a bit more demon taste.

At the moment, the leader of Buddha's door, sitting at the pole of Lianghua Temple for twenty years, was out of anger at this moment.

This pair of red pupils, symbolizing the blood, never lit up in their lifetime.

But tonight is an exception.

The grasshopper sword was poured into the powerful Qi machine and turned into pale gold, and the hot sword body distorted the air.

The head of the Buddha stepped forward and strove to cut it down.

Even without considering toxins, the Grasshopper Sword itself is a powerful killing weapon, far superior to all magic weapons.

In the silent night, the dazzling golden light flashed away, like the lightning that suddenly cut through the sky.

The master's avatar melted in Jianguang, and even the corpse mountain with Jingguan's appearance collapsed and annihilated in Jianguang.

This is not right .... How could the Dominator's clone be so fragile, even if it was badly hit.

Baker Richardson had just thought of gas, and suddenly his spine was upright, and his heart suddenly accelerated.

His fighting instincts and body response surpassed his brain, and he didn't seek forward and roll over on his own. Instead, he turned sharply and turned his arms behind his chest.

boom! Click! puff!

First, the muffled sound of the collision of the air machine, then the sound of the broken arm, and finally the sound of the fist running through the chest.

The green division's avatar successfully attacked and succeeded.