Chapter 102 Fierce Battle
Daxia, Simu Wuding!
The cauldron has always been regarded as a symbol of strength. The large cauldron, which is more than one meter high, gives people the feeling of a small mountain. Just looking at it makes you feel a heavy air rushing towards your face!
For a moment, the snowman froze on the spot.
"Haha," the man with the power system grinned: "You guys also want to compete with Daxia?"
"boom!"
Under the snowman's disbelieving gaze, the man jumped up high, raised the cauldron like a king, and smashed it towards the snowman!
The cauldron suppresses evil spirits!
This is the power of Daxia!
And the other side.
The old man Dao Wanqian used the pinching technique with his hands, and the Immortal Killing Sword moved according to his heart, turning into bursts of sword light around him.
Although he does not have the sword intention of a sword cultivator.
But it has the unique spirit of slaying demons and slaying demons with the Taoist sword!
The name of the sword is Zhu Xian!
Although it was impossible to directly cut those snowmen into several pieces, all the snowmen who came into contact with the Immortal Killing Sword had their skin and flesh torn open, and they howled and fled under the light of the sword.
Furthermore, the Taoist Nine Yang Fire spewed out from the ground, roasting the snowmen one after another!
In the light of the sword and the fire, the old man's Taoist robes were stirring, his beard and hair were flying, like an immortal, exuding a mysterious aura, and there was a faint yin and yang wheel spinning behind him.
At the same time, Dao Wanqian could feel it.
At the moment when the sword blade was stained with blood, an ancient breath seemed to awaken in the sword.
On the other side, the Buddhist compassionate master is covered in Buddha light and his eyes are wide open.
King Kong glares angrily!
The nine-ringed tin staff in his hand was like a heavy metal, and he waved it like a silver light in his hand. Every snowman that was hit by it would make the sound of broken bones and be driven away with a wailing sound.
"Amitabha!"
Behind Master Compassion, a phantom appeared again, but it was not the Fuhu Vajra and Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, but a white-robed monk standing with a staff!
The legendary Buddhist Buddha, Master Tripitaka!
But the shadow of Master Tripitaka was completely different from the records in the classics. The monk in white was not thin at all, and he did not feel like he was powerless at all.
on the contrary.
In the shadow, the legendary Buddha Tang Sanzang has a fierce face and a pair of iron fists.
The brocade cassock was draped casually on the shoulders, and the whole body was covered with strong muscles. A nine-striped dragon coiled over the shoulders and spread its fangs on the chest.
There are even dense scars crisscrossing the body, adding a bit of fierceness.
This fierce and powerful phantom of a tens of billions of monks gives people the impression that it can smash mountains apart with one punch.
At this time, the compassionate master also changed his usual charity. While shouting the Buddha's name, he waved the nine-ringed tin staff, which was as heavy as a thousand stones, wrapped in the Buddha's light, and smashed it on the snowmen.
The billowing Buddha energy surged, and wherever it went, the fur of those snowmen with scarlet eyes melted, and they could only retreat away wailing.
Occasionally, a strong snowman would rush forward against the wash of Buddha's energy and light, and grab the compassionate guru with its sharp claws.
But he couldn't scratch the brocade cassock on Master Compassion's body at all, and even the auspicious clouds of merit and virtue on Master Compassion's body couldn't be penetrated, so he was severely smashed away by the nine-ringed tin staff!
"Amitabha!"
"You evil beast, you dare to hurt people's lives!"
"Do you really think that Buddhism can only show compassion?"
"Suffer death!"
He is obviously a compassionate monk, but he speaks the most compassionate words and fights the cruelest fights.
Everyone in the Confucian sect is full of literary spirit, and the literary spirit turns into awe-inspiring and moves the world.
The jet-black ink gas gathered on the large brush like a rafter. The Confucius pen that spanned thousands of years was once again stained with ink and waved in the air.
"Little children."
"Those who have attained the truth will receive much help, but those who have lost the path will receive little help."
Words of Confucian benevolence came out loudly, and big golden characters surrounded Mo Zhi, as if connecting heaven and earth, exuding endless pressure!
The words of a saint!
Little did he know that behind him, the shadow of a burly master slowly appeared. The master had a sword on his waist, holding a scroll in one hand and stroking the sword in the other. There were actually strong muscles under the Confucian shirt!
"Please help me, Master, in Daxia!"
Mo Zhi shouted loudly.
This seemingly innocuous sentence shook like thunder, overwhelming the roars of countless snowmen.
Each bright golden character, each sentence of the saint's words, if the golden light swept down from the sky, slammed into a snowman rushing towards him!
There is also a power awakening in the Confucius pen that has traveled through thousands of years.
only.
Mo Zi, who was writing furiously with a pen, had a confused look in his eyes. He obviously studied Confucianism and Taoism, and this pen was also used by Confucius, a man who liked to reason. But why...
The awakening power in the pen seemed not to want him to fight with just such righteous words, but instead wanted him to rush forward and fight hand-to-hand?
I don't know that I can feel that the thick Fuzi pen is trembling slightly, as if it is filled with a desire to fight...
but.
Although the weapon in his hand feels a bit strange, it is anyway.
Whether it’s unknown, whether it’s a thousand ways, or the compassionate master who was born in Buddhism, all three of them have improved by leaps and bounds because of this treasure from their ancestors, and are much stronger than before!
If it weren't for the effect of Tianshan Snow Lotus, the physical strength of those snowmen was so amazing, it wouldn't be a problem for these three people to work together to take down dozens of them.
But what surprised Lin Fan the most was Gong Shuming.
In the last battle for the Order of the Phoenix, the wooden bird and steel rhinoceros created by Gong Shuming had already opened Lin Fan's eyes.
And this time...
"Buzz!"
The light of the knife flashed.
Lin Fan chopped down the snowman who had been fighting with him for several rounds with one knife. He did not look at the flying head, but looked at Gong Shuming with a bewildered expression: "Why did you bring them here?"
Next to Gongshu Ming, he saw the muscular "lion" young man who had fought with Lin Fan in the Free Country before, and the black woman who used poker as a weapon.
Still lifelike, almost alive.
However, the body that was once split open by Lin Fan's knife was resealed with fine steel wires, making it a tight fit.
The joints have also been modified into metal, reflecting the cold light.
Other than that, there is almost no difference from a living person.
Under the control of Gong Shuming, these two people fought extremely bravely because they were not afraid of pain and death, although their expressions and movements were slightly stiff!
The lion's muscles were burly and exaggerated. Under Gong Shuming's control, he was simply the best warrior.
Although his stiff throat was no longer able to roar, he was like a lion, fighting with two snowmen without fear of death. Even if one of his arms was bitten off, it would not have any impact at all.
The black woman, under the control of Gong Shuming, hid behind the lion and played playing cards one after another. The originally thin playing cards rotated rapidly, as sharp as a blade, and there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"Isn't it... that Xunsi is a good material?" Gong Shuming said while fighting, seemingly a little embarrassed.
"No wonder the Free State rounded us up like that last time, and you secretly took away the bodies..." Lin Fan looked confused.
The corner of Gong Shuming's mouth twitched: "I know this seems inhumane. Commander, if you are disgusted..."
After all, no matter what.
Daxia people all pay attention to the idea that the deceased should be buried in peace. In the traditional concept, the dead are the most important, and only by being buried can the deceased be completely put to rest.
It's still a bit unethical to disturb the dead and use their corpses to fight.
"Haha, what's so objectionable about this?" Lin Fan smiled fiercely: "Anyone who is an enemy of my Daxia, even if they die, must still atone for my Daxia's sins!"
"Although I, Daxia, am kind to others."
"But for those who offend our Daxia, I only wish that they could not eat their flesh and sleep on their skin, and their souls would be restrained from being reincarnated for the rest of their lives!"
"Letting their corpses fight for Daxia is an advantage for them, and it can be considered as atonement for their sins!"
Hearing this, Gongshu Ming's eyes lit up, "Then from now on..."
"From now on, as long as you like it, you can transform even the corpses of those gods." Lin Fan said coldly.
