It hurts, it hurts so much.
As soon as I kicked it out, I could no longer feel the existence of the instep.
But it also made him unstable, and he hurriedly returned to defense with both hands. Faced with the advantage, I immediately gave up the attack, turned around and ran back.
From now on, he has entered my rhythm.
In other words, although his attacks were fierce, his routine had been disrupted by several feint attacks by me, and now he could only be led along.
I have to say, the routines used by professional players are really effective!
There is a big devil in him. If we fight a protracted battle, I have no advantage at all.
But no matter what the god is, it will slowly decay. What I want to do is to avoid its sharp edge and use it up until the fat Taoist priest’s oil is exhausted!
I was running in front, and the fat Taoist priest was chasing after me. I glanced back with my peripheral vision, and I saw that the pressure of his running was no less than that of a heavy truck.
Seeing that there is a dead end ahead, I speed up my legs a little more.
When the wall was less than half a meter away from me, I turned around suddenly, flew to the wall with one foot, and used the rebound force to climb over the fat Taoist priest's head.
But he couldn't control his speed at all and hit his head on the wall.
"Boom."
I never thought that a person could break a concrete wall.
The fat Taoist priest smashed his head into the wall, and his own inertia made it impossible for him to hold back, and he rolled down the slope.
The Taoist temple was originally built at the foot of the mountain. In order to prevent water accumulation during the rainy season, I specially built a drainage channel around the Taoist temple.
The channel was about 1.5 meters tall. I followed the traces of his flight and saw only one shoe of the fat Taoist priest.
I glanced sideways and saw a few unopened bags of cement in the corner. I picked up a shovel, opened the cement bags and poured them into the ditch.
No matter if you are a human or a ghost, I will still bury you today!
As expected of being protected by a big ghost, within a few seconds, the fat Taoist priest stood up from the drainage ditch.
Concrete hit him all over, and there were a few wild grass branches mixed with him, not to mention how embarrassing it was.
I laughed: "You look like a big gray mouse!"
After scolding me, I turned around and ran away.
In one night, we did a triathlon, climbing over trees and jumping into rivers, without falling through any of them.
When the sky was dark, I obviously felt that the speed of the fat Taoist priest was slowing down.
To be honest, I quite admire him.
Praying to the gods is a very physically demanding job. Some disciples who have been around for many years will take several days to recover from being fucked by an old immortal.
I roughly calculated that the time he spent praying to God was almost ten hours.
Apart from anything else, basically no one can surpass his ability.
He dragged on until the sky turned white, and his steps began to drag.
The heat is up, it’s time to turn off the pot!
I bent my body and jumped directly to the pillar. After circling a few times, I turned around and drew my katana, and made a standard crosscut straight to his stomach.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. This is not nonsense.
He was exhausted to this point, but he still ejected me.
"Haha!"
The fat Taoist priest bent his knees, and before I could get up, a giant mountain hit me directly on my knees.
This pain was so painful that I wanted to call out for my mother, but he didn't give me a chance at all, and pinched my neck directly with his big iron-like hands.
"You still didn't make it to the end."
As he spoke, he looked up at the main hall: "This is mine."
At this time, he had raised his fist as big as a bowl.
The purple ghost head teleported instantly and wrapped around his hand.
"Let's hit the road!"
The wind from the fist had already hit my face, and I could only raise my arms, preparing to receive a hard blow.
"Boom!"
What I didn't expect was that the fist didn't land on my face at all, but instead made a muffled sound.
"Click."
I opened my eyes and saw a flaky object about the size of a leaf falling on me.
It's tortoise shell!
Uncle Chen is helping secretly!
The fat Taoist priest had a puzzled look on his face, and at this moment I also saw a gap on the ghost's face.
For a moment, my head seemed to be conducting electricity, and I immediately picked up the katana at hand.
"Hey!"
This knife hit the ghost's face just right. A crack the size of a fingernail enlarged instantly.
What surprised me even more was that the tip of the knife could actually penetrate!
Last night, that grimace was like an iron wall. It was difficult to leave a mark, let alone penetrate it.
After spending a whole night, the fat Taoist priest was exhausted. With Uncle Chen's help from his tortoise shell and the sharpness of his samurai sword, he was able to break through a tiny gap.
At this time, I was also sure that the person invited by the fat Taoist priest was definitely not a ghost.
In other words, if a ghost can have such abilities, he is also a ghost fairy!
