"Wow, yeah, yeah, I'm so angry!"
Suddenly, a roar rang out, and from the deep pit in the distance, the big iron bull rushed out angrily and ran straight towards the stone dragon.
At this time, his condition also looked a bit embarrassing. The black iron armor on his side and chest had been somewhat deformed by the impact. There were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth from the recent injury. His left arm was the most serious and was distorted to a certain extent. , even when running with him, he couldn't swing his left arm at will.
"boom!!!"
The stone dragon and the big iron bull collided again, causing debris to fly and a large amount of dust to be stirred up.
As the saying goes, it is better to cut off one of the fingers than to hurt an arm. Dashan seized the opportunity and attacked Da Tieniu with his left arm, aiming to destroy his left arm first.
The wrestling with the stone dragon was obviously not successful, and the big iron bull was pushed back, plowing a deep ravine in the ground.
"Wow, you brat, you forced me to do this!"
The big iron bull roared angrily, took out several talismans from his arms and stuck them on his body. The golden light flashed on his body, and his momentum became stronger.
"Huh? Diamond Talisman? This stupid cow has a lot of good things."
Master Mingzhen looked at the effect after the Iron Bull took out the talisman and used it, and couldn't help but smacked his lips. After all, who was most familiar with this Vajra Talisman, it was his beloved disciple who was born in the Vajra Temple.
"Hmph, Barbarian Bull Fist·The Bull Demon hits the mountain!"
The big iron bull rushed towards Shilong again, turned sideways to face the stone dragon, raised his fists, and blasted towards the flying stone dragon. There seemed to be a shadow of a bull demon roaring behind the big iron bull.
"Moo!!!"
"boom!!!"
"Good guy, this big iron bull has something. The fact that a popular guy like Man Niu Fist can be practiced to this extent should not be underestimated."
Xie Zhishan smacked his lips. For example, Barbarian Bull Boxing is not a precious boxing technique among the spirit masters. As long as you are willing to spend some money, you can learn it. Most of the low-level spirit master martial arts schools that teach warriors will use This is the basic boxing technique for entry.
However, this kind of low-level stuff is really not something that Zhao Jin and the others can detect. Compared with Song Qingru's "Jingtai Palm", it is far inferior. It is simply the difference between a firefly and a bright moon.
"This person should have some talent in body training, but unfortunately his brain is not very good."
Master Mingzhen sneered, and as he was born in the Vajra Temple, he looked down upon the Barbarian Bull Fist even more. In the Vajra Temple, there were many boxing techniques, all of which were powerful moves, which were more than a little stronger than the Barbarian Bull Fist.
In the gap between the battle between the big iron bull and the stone dragon, the assassin had already attacked Dashan, stabbing out the daggers in his hands like fangs. Fortunately, Dashan had many years of experience in fighting wild beasts, and his response to danger was quite keen. .
He thrust out a fork in his hand to hold the incoming dagger. The blade of the dagger glowed purple in the moonlight, and it was obvious that it had been tempered with poison.
Just when Dashan was about to kick him out, the opponent suddenly opened his mouth, and a purple poisonous gas spurted out from his mouth, pointing directly at Dashan's front door.
"Um!?"
Dashan was horrified and quickly retreated back, but the opponent jammed his steel fork with a dagger. With all his strength, he was able to break free, but he had already inhaled a lot of poisonous gas in his mouth and nose.
"Cough cough cough..."
The poisonous gas that entered the body rushed straight towards Dashan's lungs. He felt that his breathing was rapidly becoming disordered, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, and he choked and coughed repeatedly. Then a feeling of suffocation spread throughout his body, and he covered his head. He grabbed his neck and slowly fell to the ground. His face had turned purple.
"Oh, I have accumulated poisonous gas for many years. Even if you smell a little bit, you will die if you touch it. Boy, the feeling of suffocation is not good!"
The little assassin couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw Dashan's appearance at this time.
He is an extremely rare poison-type spiritual master, which has always been his pride. His dream has always been to become a poison master, but his talent in poison spiritual power cultivation is too poor, so he can only settle for becoming a poison assassin.
He turned to look at his teammates with an expression of hope of victory. At this time, the big iron bull was in such a miserable state, his arms were hanging down weakly, and the black iron armor attached to them was shattered by the powerful impact. fell off, revealing his strong arms under the armor.
A small amount of blood faintly flowed out of his seven orifices. It was the damage to the internal organs caused by the shock force of the collision. He was kneeling on the ground and gasping for air.
Of course, the effect of the desperate blow he just made was quite powerful. The stone dragon he was fighting against had turned into a pile of gravel and fell to the ground. The stone dragon turned into a "dead dragon", which seemed to be him. Won.
"I win, kid. No matter how arrogant you are and how strong you are, I've never been afraid of anyone!"
Big Tieniu bared his big teeth and smiled stupidly, as if crushing a stone dragon was a big deal. Large areas of blood oozed from his mouth, and the big fangs in his mouth were stained red with blood, making him look very embarrassed.
"Hey, the battle is over, it's time to deal with you!"
The short assassin sneered and walked towards the big iron bull.
"Come, Brother Tie, I'll help you."
"good."
Seeing that the little assassin was so kind to help him, Big Tieniu didn't think much about it. Besides, he was really in bad condition at this time. It would take a lot of effort to stand up on his own.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Da Tieniu felt a tingling sensation on his left arm, as if he had been bitten by some mosquito. Looking down, he saw a needle with a white medicine inside that had been injected into his arm by his "good teammate".
"you!!!"
Da Tieniu looked at his teammate in horror and wanted to reach out to grab him, but his arm had been dislocated and it was difficult to exert force at all. The opponent had already jumped back and left his side.
"You...you...you are so vicious..."
Da Tieniu even wanted to cut off the left arm injected with poison, but he could not even do this action at this time. He could only stare at the opponent with vicious eyes, and then a smell of bitter almonds came. , he fell to the ground weakly, his eyes widened like a bull's eye, and he refused to rest in peace.
"Oh, such a large dose of cyanide would kill an elephant, let alone a stupid cow like you. Poison master, you must keep pace with the times. Cyanide, what a deadly poison!"
Before Big Tieniu died, the triumphant voice of the short assassin came to his ears. That was the last voice he heard about the world.
Seeing that the big iron bull made no sound anymore, and after confirming that it was dead, the short assassin turned around and looked at the mountain that had already fallen to the ground, and approached him.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, boy, you're so powerful. You've been poisoned by my poisonous gas for so long and you're still not dead. I'm really surprised!"
The short assassin sensed that there was still a faint sound coming from Dashan, walked to him, stepped on him, and turned his body over with his feet.
The breath of the mountain became weaker, seeming to be absent, and then it seemed as if there was really no sound, lying there without any movement.
The short assassin leaned over to detect Dashan's breath. The distance between one person and the "corpse" was less than ten centimeters. At this moment, a brown-gray "ball" popped out of Dashan's arms and shot towards the short assassin's chest. heart.
"What!? Uh..."
The short assassin wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The "little ball" had already hit his heart, and a sharp pain in his chest rushed straight to his head.
At this moment, Dashan suddenly opened his eyes and slapped his head with both palms left and right, almost blowing his head off.
The short assassin stared at the mountain in disbelief. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground without making any sound.
"I'm the best at pretending to be dead. I used to pretend to be dead to avoid blind men. Damn it, you want to poison me to death with your little poison? Sorry, I've been a snake, insect, rat, and ant since I was a child. I'm rolling around in my nest, young master, I've been immune to all poisons for a long time."
Dashan spat out a mouthful of saliva and grinned with big teeth. The saliva was dark purple, and it was clearly the condensed poison of the poisonous gas he had absorbed into his body before.
The little assassin was as stubborn as his "good partner". The "little ball" on his chest turned and jumped back to Dashan's shoulder again. When he opened it carefully, it turned out to be a little hedgehog. .
"Thank you for your hard work, Atu."
Dashan stroked the hedgehog's head lovingly. There was no trace of blood on his hair. The hedgehog enjoyed his master's caress very much.
"I'll rub it, old cunt, I like it."
Zhao Jin looked at the "last man standing" mountain and couldn't help but shout. Seeing Zhao Jin's reaction, Song Qingru next to him had a look on his face that said it was indeed the case.
"This little hedgehog...is he so powerful? I'm afraid he's going to become a spirit!"
Mu Qianshan stared closely at the smart hedgehog on Dashan's shoulder, with envy in his eyes. Who wouldn’t want such a powerful spiritual beast?
"Isn't this close to the threshold of a spiritual beast?"
Master Mingzhen, who has also studied spiritual beasts, also expressed his views. After all, there are many spiritual beasts in his master's Vajra Temple, and there is even a "King Kong".
Well, there is a "King Kong" in the Vajra Temple. There's nothing wrong with that, right?
"Hey, great monk, is the salted fish in your temple better than it?"
Xie Zhishan poked Master Mingzhen beside him, and was greeted by a pair of blank eyes.
"How many times have I told you, that's koi, what kind of salted fish? You're not smart enough to remember, right?"
"Yes, yes, koi, koi, koi, isn't it just a smelly koi? Why are you so anxious!"
Seeing Master Mingzhen's increasingly unkind eyes, Xie Zhishan decisively shut up after finishing his sentence. He and his last stubbornness.
"This hedgehog should not be at the stage of a spiritual beast yet. It can only be said to be a pseudo-spiritual beast. It is at the same stage as the koi in my Dongshan Temple's spiritual lake. But all spiritual beasts have talents that are different from ordinary beasts, such as the Royal It has strange abilities such as controlling water, controlling fire, controlling wind, etc., but in terms of combat power, the koi in my temple are not as good as this hedgehog."
