Standing on a high place is probably the common preference of the superiors, so that they can overlook the people and appear superior. The high place makes people excited and there are countless scenery.

But for Li Keyong, he likes to stand on a high place because the high place has a broad vision and can detect changes everywhere, so that he can control the overall situation. For generals on the battlefield who dispatch troops, that is necessary in every battle, and it has become Li Keyong's habit.

So when Li Ye said the sentence "If you have sex, come down", Li Keyong suddenly felt angry, as if he was standing on a high place, showing off his own uniqueness and taking advantage of the strategy.

"Bastard!" Li Ke held his spear upside down, jumped down from the roof, bowed and rushed towards the courtyard step by step. He walked quickly, like a tiger and leopard, and his heels splashed with dust.

Old Mo took the lead. He disappeared from the roof and arrived in front of Liu Dazheng in a flash. When he appeared, his whole body was bathed in a misty green light and hit Liu Dazheng's chest with a palm. There was a water-like spiritual energy around his palm: "Miscus palm!"

There is no huge palm shadow, but no one will doubt the power of this palm.

Liu Dazheng's eyes were solemn. He noticed that the old man's cultivation level had also reached the eighth level of Qi training. It was obvious that he had been entering the eighth level of Qi training for a long time, and his true qi was very thick.

If the middle-aged man before could break the battle formation of 300 people with one sword, then Mr. Mo would probably be able to overturn all 300 people directly with this palm.

Mr. Mo had an elusive body and a powerful and powerful true energy. This palm itself was also unpredictable. It was clearly just an ordinary palm attack, but it was unpredictable for Liu Dazheng to understand it. It seemed that he was just a phantom and could not accurately judge the true position of the other party's palm. If he fought rashly, he would be afraid that he would be lost.

If this is the case, he will be exploited by the other party, and the other party's extremely powerful palm will be printed on his chest without any obstacle!

Even the battle formation of 300 people could overturn a palm. If it hits a person's chest, you can imagine how terrible the consequences it would have. Liu Dazheng would never want to be hit by this palm.

Aware of Liu Dazheng's awesomeness, Mo Lao smiled at the corner of his eyes - that was a manifestation of self-confidence.

He had told Li Keyong before that he would teach Liu Dazheng a lesson that he had lived a long life and could not speak loudly.

At this moment, Liu Dazheng was in a bad situation, but it was not that he had no way to deal with it.

He can retreat, distance himself, take a defensive position, and observe while entangling. This is the most effective way to deal with it.

But he did not retreat.

He can't retreat.

What is a personal guard?

Those who have no way out and cannot take a step back are called personal guards.

Because behind you is the person guards want to protect.

Once he retreats, the people behind him will be threatened.

Whether it is a battle on the battlefield or a battle in the martial arts world, in a head-on battle, the personal guard can only die in battle and cannot retreat.

Personal soldiers can die, but the chief general must be safe!

This is the meaning of personal soldiers!

As the personal commander of the army, Liu Dazheng, who followed Li Xian to fight countless times, had experienced dangers. He understood this truth more deeply than anyone else.

If you can't retreat, then just move forward!

Liu Dazheng took a step forward, mobilized all his spiritual energy, used his hand as a knife, and stabbed Mo Lao's neck with a hand knife!

Mr. Mo has mastered his palm skills, and he has never seen them before. In a hurry, he could not see through the changes in the other party's virtual and real situation, and accurately took the other party's palm.

Since I can't accept it, I simply don't accept it.

In the chapter of Mr. Mo, Liu Dazheng also wanted to give the other party a fatal blow.

Replace injury with injury?

No, life is for life!

Liu Dazheng is not afraid to exchange his life for his life!

Behind him is King An. He has no choice and no need to choose!

Seeing Liu Dazheng's intention, Old Mo's eyes sterned.

But he did not return to defense.

On the contrary, he still sneered in his heart.

In the fight in the martial arts world, using this kind of trick of dying together seems to be not afraid of both sides, but in fact, it is just a weak side. In the absence of any help, they want to use this trick to make the opponent afraid and force the opponent to retreat, thereby resolving their own crisis.

As an old man, Mr. Mo has seen a lot of such situations.

The monks in the martial arts world, especially those with high cultivation, will be rich and prosperous when they are alive. Who can spare no effort?

This move is just to threaten the opponent to retreat under the guise of desperate efforts.

Needless to say, Liu Dazheng's hand knife was just a fake move, and he was ready to retreat and distance.

Of course, Mr. Mo would not let Liu Dazheng succeed in his tricks.

So he did not stop, nor did he retreat. His palm turned into a weak and solid, and he slammed Liu Dazheng's chest with a palm.

The moment he hit Liu Dazheng, Mr. Mo should have been proud.

But he didn't.

On the contrary, his expression froze and his eyes were full of incredible expressions.

Because Liu Dazheng did not do as he expected, he just wanted to force him back with a fake move.

The other party's hand knife was as heavy as a mountain, slashing hard at his neck!

Bang, bang, two muffled sounds almost at the same time!

Both of them turned pale.

Mr. Mo's palm hit Liu Dazheng's chest, and Liu Dazheng's hand knife slashed at Mr. Mo's neck. The moment both of them were storming backwards, Li Keyong, who had a spear in his eyes and was full of fighting spirit, crossed the threshold and rushed into the gate of the courtyard.

On the side of the courtyard gate, Song Jiao, who was leaning against the door frame, raised her purple robe slightly because of the gust of wind when Li Keyong ran in. She lowered her eyebrows and looked down, without taking action to stop Li Keyong, allowing the other party to run past, as if she hadn't seen him.

In Song Jiao's eyes, there was a monk wearing a cassock and a magic wand in her hand, still not moving on the roof.

That's her opponent.

Li Keyong rushed to Li Ye, swung his spear from his armpit and stabbed Li Ye straight into the face. He made a simple and direct move, and he adopted the most effective offensive moves, and the weapon was the shortest distance.

The spiritual wind slanted wildly and quickly toward both sides with the sharp blade of the spear as the center, in the direction of the spear piercing in, which made the spear piercing in straight look particularly sharp, as if even the heavy shield of gold and stone in front of it would have a hole in the spear.

"You, that bird, are you afraid?!" Li Keyong shouted loudly, his eyes full of murderous aura, and there was pleasure in the corner of his mouth, "If you have the aura, don't retreat!"

He shouted this sentence, obviously because he was very confident in his own attack, just like seeing Li Ye vomiting blood.

Of course he was confident because he didn't hold back and had a thunder blow.

His thunder strike killed the chief general in the army and destroyed the masters of the world.

As a veteran general who is used to fighting on the battlefield, I don’t know how many enemies died under his spear. If they piled up their bodies, they might form a hill.

His strength has the lives of countless people as the foundation. His achievements and the merits of the Ministry of War are recorded in the book of the Ministry of War!

On the north side of Yinshan Mountain, on the other end of the Great Wall, the grassland tribes that have been invading the border for many years clearly know the weight of Li Ke with this name, and have a deep memory of this rune-shining spear!

Li Ye in front of Li Keyong was calm and faced with the thunder attack he raised with countless blood and life in the battlefield. He was not moved at all, but just pulled out Lu Jujian.

With a blink of an eye, the moment Lu Ju's sword was unsheathed, there was a loud sword roar.

The sword energy flows, like a dragon coming out of the sea, soaring into the sky.

Li Ye also stabbed a sword straight.

Unlike Mr. Mo's moves, he and Li Keyong's moves were completely useless. Some were just an indomitable killing aura.

"Sword Qi produces lotus!"

Li Ye knew that today's battle would not last too long, because what both sides wanted to decide is not only the victory or defeat, but also life and death. Both sides had their murderous intentions decided. Why do you need a hundred moves in the battle between life and death?

After Qinglian, Li Ye's face seemed a little hazy, but his voice was extremely clear: "Whoever retreats first will lose!"

"Come!"

The sword and the spear had no fancy fighting each other. The spiritual energy was scattered like a meteor, and the roaring power penetrated through gold and stone. There were bursts of air everywhere around the two of them, and the dust was flying like fog.

Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others in the courtyard saw Li Keyong rushing over, and they had already shown their magic weapons together and were ready to take action.

But before they could take action, they felt stiff and unable to move. Their bodies seemed to have turned into a stone, and the spiritual energy in the sea of ​​qi seemed to be sealed and could not be mobilized at all.

Not only were they, but the other yamen runners in Chang'an Prefecture also looked like this.

Inside and outside the yard, all 10 or 20 monks stood there and could not step out.

In front of each of them, a solemn Buddha statue appeared. The statue was bathed in golden light, not knowing how big or how wide it was. It only saw it covering the sky and the sun, occupying the entire world, with supreme majesty, which made people unable to help but worship.

The monk with a weak mind at the bottom of his cultivation had already kneeled down and was trembling all over his body after he was convinced.

Wang Li and Shangguan Qingcheng both looked pale and gritted their teeth and struggled to hold on.

At the gate of the courtyard, Song Jiao, who had only the monk in her eyes, reached out and waved her hand in front of her, like a Buddha, the golden Buddha in front of her disappeared without a shadow. The beauty in purple robe snorted coldly, "In front of me, if no one else was launching the 'Big Buddha Realm', would you treat me as a wood?"

As he said that, Qian Hanxiao was already on his lips, and as he flicked his jade fingers, Yi Shuihan's rhythm rose like snowflakes.

The sound of the flute starts, the world loses its color, and instantly enters the realm of heavy snow in the cold winter.

In front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others, the image of the golden Buddha began to sway, and there was a heavy snow flying all over the sky.

His face was as usual, like a Buddha statue in the temple, like a monk Huiming who would never change. He heard the sound of the flute and his eyes suddenly changed, and his face suddenly filled with solemn expressions. He looked at Song Jiao suddenly, his aura changed, full of solemnity and caution, like walking on thin ice, as if he was in the abyss.

"I entered the Central Plains and saw no one who had a high level of cultivation as great as a donor." The monk put down his magic wand, sat down cross-legged on the roof, closed his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and moved his lips slightly, and began to recite the spell.

As his lips moved quickly, the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures began to spread out in all directions. At this moment, golden light appeared behind the monk, as dazzling as the sun, which made him look like a golden Buddha who attained enlightenment.

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures scattered, and before Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others, heavy snow dissipated, and the Buddha's light gradually flourished.

Song Jiao's eyebrows and eyes were slightly dark, and Yi Shuihan's song suddenly became full of power.

So the Buddha statue blurred again and the heavy snow flew again.

The two used this world as the battlefield and used the sound of flutes and the sound of Fantasy as weapons to start an invisible but dangerous battle.
Chapter completed!