Chapter 1004 Broken Cassock
The rapid sound of the piano echoed in the courtyard like a thunderstorm.
Braki was wearing a nightcap and pajamas, with drooping eyelids, like an emotionless music machine, the strings in his hands were plucking rapidly, and the battle in the courtyard became more and more intense.
The collision of berserk breaths swept out from the courtyard, and the two figures walked between the fields at a speed that the naked eye could not catch. First, they fought from fist to flesh, and then gradually evolved into a fierce confrontation between sticks and swords.
clang--!
With a loud noise, a surge of divine power whizzed out from between the two, but was blocked by the giant magic circle surrounding the yard without any overflow.
The nurses didn't seem to worry about their personal safety at all. While serving breakfast on the table, they took the time to stop and watch by the courtyard. Li Yifei even opened a handicap, betting on the winner or loser of the two today.
"I think Brother Monkey is the winner today."
"Isn't that right? Brother Hou has won for two days in a row. I think King Jiji is slightly better today."
"From the perspective of the binomial distribution of probability theory, assuming that 'Brother Monkey wins today' is event A, then..."
"I bet King Jiji! Bet two cilantro!"
"Coriander? Dogs won't eat it."
"..."
Just as the nurses placed their bets one after another, the battle in the courtyard had reached a fever pitch.
boom--! !
In an instant, the sword and the stick collided hundreds of times in mid-air, the buzzing sound exploded, and the ground under their feet suddenly sank.
Dazzling rays of light burst out from Sun Wukong's golden eyes. He raised the golden cudgel in his hand and smashed it at the top of Gilgamesh's head whistling.
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed, he did not choose to confront Sun Wukong head-on, the purple spirit around him surged, and while resisting the golden cudgel, he stabbed the long sword in his hand precisely at Monkey King's throat.
At this moment, Sun Wukong's body shook, and the burning golden lights in his pupils suddenly stopped for a moment.
His golden cudgel freezes in mid-air.
It was this extremely short pause that allowed Gilgamesh's sword backhand to seize the opportunity. The sword pointed directly at Monkey King's throat, and hovered at the moment it was about to pierce his skin.
Monkey King's golden cudgel is less than two fingers away from Gilgamesh's head, but Gilgamesh's sword has already reached Monkey King's throat.
The movements of the two stagnated in mid-air, and the air fell into a dead silence.
Gilgamesh won the battle.
Outside the courtyard, the guards who had escorted Gilgamesh immediately cheered and jumped.
The rushing and passionate battle music came to an abrupt end, and Braki, who was sleepy just now, let out a light sigh, holding the harp in his arms, and looking at the two people in the courtyard, his brows frowned slightly.
courtyard.
Gilgamesh pressed his sword against Sun Wukong's throat, and was stunned for a moment, then his eyes burst out with unprecedented anger!
"What do you mean?" Gilgamesh said in a low voice, "You don't really think that I can only win if I rely on you to let me?!
Are you insulting the king? ! "
Gilgamesh's body erupted with a shocking king's arrogance, and the surging divine power did not restrain in the slightest, gushing out like a rushing river, violently shaking the light of the magic circle that enveloped the courtyard.
The nurses who were still cheering felt the terrifying aura coming from Gilgamesh, their hearts trembled, and they fell silent at the same time.
Gilgamesh is really angry.
"Cough cough cough... Well, let's talk about something!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Braki struggled for a moment, gritted his teeth, put down his harp and quickly ran into the courtyard, standing between Gilgamesh and Monkey King.
He stretched out his fingers, and carefully pushed away Gilgamesh's sword pointing at Sun Wukong's throat, and he was slightly relieved.
"I don't think the monkey did it on purpose, did it?"
Braki turned to Sun Wukong and blinked at him.
Gilgamesh ignored Braki, who was standing in the middle, and his furious eyes were still staring at Monkey King, as if he would tear him to pieces if he spoke anything provocative.
Sun Wukong lowered his head slightly, glanced at the cassock full of cracks on his body, his eyes narrowed...
"There is something wrong with my body." He said hoarsely, "Stay away from me first, and give me some time."
Hearing this inexplicable answer, Gilgamesh frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, Braki dragged him and walked towards the edge of the yard.
In the courtyard, Monkey King stood alone on a piece of messy land, looking down at the cassock on his body, his fists clenched tightly, his veins bulging fiercely.
He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
He stood there quietly, like a stone sculpture, motionless.
Among the people present, only Gilgamesh and Braki could feel that an incomparably violent divine power was being rapidly compressed in his body.
After an unknown amount of time, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes!
Sting -!
There was a crisp sound, and a corner of the cracked cassock on his body was suddenly torn open.
A corner of the scarlet cassock floated down from Sun Wukong's body, like a dancing flame, disappearing into nothingness in the air.
At this moment, Sun Wukong's eyes burst out with astonishing expressions, as if some kind of shackles were broken, and the broken cassock fluttered on his body, and a wave of tyrannical divine power surged towards the surroundings.
"Um?"
Seeing this scene, Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows in surprise, "His aura...has become stronger again?"
"What a monster." Blaki couldn't help feeling, "You two are both monsters."
If Lin Qiye was here, he would be able to see that the healing progress bar suddenly moved forward one space above Monkey King's head.
"
Sun Wukong healing progress: 51%
The reward drawing conditions have been met, and the random drawing of Sun Wukong's godhead ability...
"
...
Shangjing City, Yeshan.
clang--!
A pencil whizzed across the void, and the tip of the pen hit the side blade of Tian Congyun Sword, making a buzzing sound.
Chen Han, who was transformed by Lin Qiye, twisted his wrist quickly, and cut the tip of the pen with the blade. The extremely hard pen body was as fragile as tofu in front of Tian Congyunjian, and a thin strand of wood fell off in an instant.
A shrill roar came from the nothingness around the pen, and strands of blood flowed from the torso of the pencil.
Before Lin Qiye could make a move, the pencil shook violently, and the next moment it had already flickered hundreds of meters away.
Holding the Tiancongyun sword, Lin Qiye took half a step back, his right hand holding the hilt was a little numb, and the tiger's mouth had already cracked a little blood.
Relying on the characteristics of Tian Congyun Sword, he can indeed hurt the pen fairy, but it is limited to this.
