Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 300 fierce battle
The forward momentum of "Bai Yi Gong" stopped strangely, and this stop happened to allow the golden thunder that fell from the sky to pass him by.Based on the thousands of years of accumulation of this king of dead disciples, even if this magic weapon of the Buddhist Dharma protector has a certain restraint on him, as long as it is not a direct hit, it will not be affected much.

Avoiding the direct blow of Indra's thunder, the white-clothed white-winged vampire who has never been stained with dust raised his left hand, and slapped the oncoming shield with a palm. He took an inch, and then swept Shen Er's chest with a whip kick.

When the Snake Hunting Scythe in Shen's second hand was pushed away without any force, "White Wing Lord" knew that this difficult magician had played tricks, but there was a considerable gap in experience and strength between the two. Shen Er really doesn't believe that Shen Er, who defends more and attacks less, can set up a trap that will bring him huge damage, and the whip leg can sweep out without stagnation.

Shen Er let go of his sickle, raised his elbows, and blocked the heavy whip legs.

In an instant, with Authenroche as the center, Shen Er was driven by this leg to circle a complete circle, and then he eccentrically flew out of the circle.

It seemed that "White Wing Lord" had the upper hand, but when his feet landed on the ground, Shen Er, who had quietly put on his feather shoes when he was circling, went back and forth.

Put your hands together, and in the palms, the Buddha's light suddenly appears.

The "White Winged Lord", whose eyesight surpassed that of humans by many times, suddenly felt that the bright light made his eyes sting, and he dared not look directly at it.

Shen Er, who was ready to strike with both palms, was not in a hurry to strike.As the body rushes forward, increasing step by step, the dazzling scattered Buddha light gradually converges, just like the essence.Although all these changes are complicated, they are just a moment of Shen Er's advance and retreat.

"White Winged Lord" naturally drooped his arms, opened his squinted eyes slowly, and waited for Shen Er's secret transmission of Buddhism in an unchanging manner.

Up to this point in the war, this ancient dead disciple who has survived for thousands of years thinks that most of them have seen through Shen Er's details.The majestic golden light and the golden cone-shaped magic weapon are obviously Buddhist magic weapons among the three major religions, and the strong melee combat strength displayed by this person further confirms the judgment of "White Wing Lord".

As for the sickle blade and indestructible shield that inhibited the recovery of the wound, it should be the secret ritual dress of the Barthemero family. This family that has been entangled with him for many years will always come up with some strange things from time to time.Looking at the fighting style of the opponent avoiding the use of weapons empty-handed, it is estimated that he just borrowed it temporarily, so he did not integrate well into his own fighting system.

As expected by "Bai Yi Gong", Shen Er really released his clasped hands after three steps, with his left palm in front and his right palm behind, he double-clicked in a row.But he guessed wrong one thing, Shen Er's real unique move was not in the hands that contained the mighty strength, but the foreshadowing that had been planted in advance.

In the dark corner far away from the majestic Buddha's light, a pair of eyes quietly opened on the shield that fell on the ground. The deep pupils elongated into ovals. Although the color is golden light, it exudes a strangeness that is incompatible with the Buddha's light.

The highest level magic eye "Cybele" opened its eyes!
Aegis (Shield of Athena) - Gaze of the Medusa! (Gaze of Medusa)

A grayish white color quietly climbed up the body of "White Winged Lord" from below, facing the petrified eyes of a blood-sucking species (not a vampire) that originated in the age of mythology and was older than the true ancestor, even the King of the Dead Apostles could not spared.

When the latter wanted to move forward to meet the enemy, he suddenly found that his feet could not move.Looking down, the part below his knees turned into stone at some point.Just at this moment, Shen Er's palms had already come in front of him.

"White Wing Lord" is also brave, let Shen Er's palms containing the power of destroying evil be printed on his chest, and then hit Shen Er's lower abdomen with two backhands, these two punches were heavier than the previous whip kick, Shen Er was forced to retreat The distance is also farther.

And this is not the real purpose of "Bai Yi Gong", Shen Er's huge force brought by both palms and the reaction force brought by his two punches are all directed into his lower body.If his legs were intact, this force would be channeled into the ground by the musculoskeletal muscles of the legs, but now his lower legs have been petrified, so there is only one result-the stone lower legs were shaken into pieces, together with the Together with the parts that have not been affected by the magic eye.

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, the complexioned "White Winged Lord" flapped his wings and returned to the sky, finally out of the range of influence of the petrified demon eye.

Being corroded by the Buddha's light and breaking his legs, this is not only the heaviest injury he has suffered tonight, but also the heaviest injury he has suffered in a century. Even with the strong will and endurance of the dead king, he can't help but let out a cry roar.

On the other side, Shen Er, whose ribs were broken by two punches, rolled up from the ground, trying to cover his mouth to prevent the blood rushing from his throat from flowing out of his mouth.Vampires are experts at playing with blood. Once they get their own blood, they might cast a curse or track it down.

Shen Er would rather suffer more serious injuries than leave vampires with factors that can be used.

Suppressing the turmoil in his body, the "Reaper" whose whole body was hidden in the cloak looked up at the "Angel" in mid-air.At this time, the "angel" no longer had a pure white and holy posture, and there was a layer of bewitching blood-colored mist around his body, which became more and more dense.

A white flying bird skipped over the head, plunged into the blood mist without stopping, and never came out again, while the lost legs of "White Winged Man" recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this situation, Shen Er knew that he had lost the opportunity to continue to expand the results of the battle, and it might be the only opportunity to use the advantage of information asymmetry to severely injure Autenrose.

Fortunately, the most basic goal has been achieved, and Shen Er didn't think it was a pity. He rubbed his protesting abdomen, and the tattered "Reaper" put away the scattered treasures, and staggered forward.

At the same time, more and more white beasts continued to gather from a distance to where Scarlet was. Their behavior was no different from that of the white bird. They all turned into the mist and used their bodies to make up for the main body's damage.

They are the familiars separated from the body by "White Winged Lord", so they can naturally return to the main body and become the nourishment for the main body's recovery.

After devouring more than a dozen familiars, the ancient king of dead disciples finally reshaped his legs, and the evil force band that invaded his body was dispelled long before his legs recovered.

Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the remaining blood mist into his mouth, "White Winged Lord" stared at the direction where Shen Er left, and the pair of vampire's iconic eyes became more and more bright red, as if countless blood was permeating the air.

"It's amazing to be able to cause such harm to me. However, this level is not enough. Do you think I can't find you if you take back the familiar? In your Buddhist words-you can't escape Get out of my Five Fingers Mountain."

With a flutter of white wings, a pure white "angel" streaked across the night sky.

It was less than an hour before sunrise.

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