Cyber Daming

"In the name of the Immortal Class Preparatory Immortal, and by virtue of Bai Yujing's authority, I forbid Ding Huan to act in any way, this is your decree!"

On the eaves of the golden building, Chen Qisheng held a sword in front of his eyebrows. The ponytail on the back of his head suddenly exploded, and his messy hair danced wantonly in the night wind.

The sharp cold light in his eyes was like a sword unsheathed as he stared at Ding Huan's palm holding Yan Bahuang's throat.

"A little Jindanke wants to imprison me?! Wait until you pick the word "preparation" and try again!"

Ding Huan naturally linked Huang Liang's dream, but even Yan Bahuang's Ming Dynasty law force could not suppress him. The effect of Bai Yujing's edict mobilized by Chen Qisheng was even more limited. At most, it could only play a delaying role.

Ding Huan was seen with a sneer on his face, and the five fingers of his right hand moved slowly but firmly, slowly tightening inward, and squeezed Yan Bahuang's throat bones making a crackling sound.

"I, on the basis of your mother's head, hurry up and borrow more of God's calculation power, and the Taoist Master will return it to you twice as much!"

Chen Qisheng frowned, his face turned dark red, and an electric arc burst out from the brain orifice on the back of his head.

"Master Dao, let me stop!"

In an instant, Ding Huan's eyes suddenly appeared slightly dazed, and the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

"Li Jun, hurry up!"

Chen Qisheng roared loudly!

Before he finished speaking, the sword came and slashed straight towards the right arm!

At the same time, the trance in Ding Huan's eyes dissipated and he withdrew his right hand at the critical moment.

Li Jun's figure crashed directly into the small space between Ding Huan and Yan Bahuang. His left hand wrapped in armor pressed on the old man's chest, and he spat out his strength gently.

The old man who used to be as domineering as a green lion but is now as thin as a dead branch drifted backwards and happened to fall into Chen Qisheng's arms.

Although the narration is long, from the moment Chen Qisheng used Bai Yujing's authority to imprison Ding Huan to when Li Jun stepped on the sword and forced Ding Huan to use his hand to save Yan Bahuang, the whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

Lightning flashed across the gap, but it was only enough for a wisp of night wind to blow over the shoulder and brush over the blade.

War drums thundered, guzhengs played, and the high-pitched flute sounded a chilling atmosphere.

Amidst the exciting music, the Xiuchundao slashed and chopped Ding Huan's chest with a violent momentum!

clang!

The civilized stick in Ding Huan's hand was suddenly pressed down to block the approaching edge.

The armor behind Li Jun spread out, and the speed of Chu Wu's bullet shadow became even faster with the blessing of the ink armor, like a ghostly phantom rushing in front of Ding Huan.

He used his left hand to slap away the stick body, rotated his wrist, held the long knife secretly, and hit the opponent's abdomen with the handle of the knife.

Ding Huan's reaction was also not slow. The moment the civilization stick was slapped away, he rotated with the force of the throw, trying to take the opportunity to distance himself.

How could Li Jun give him such a chance? The long knife he held upside down came out from the tip of his elbow, he carried the knife with his elbow, and it went straight to his heart.

Keng!

The elbow knife struck the horizontal stick, leaving a shallow knife mark.

Li Jun staggered his steps, stepped sideways, and dragged the back of the knife with his right hand. His left arm, which was also bent into an elbow, rushed forward and hit Ding Huan's temple with a permeating whistling sound.

Ding Huan stepped back and dodged backwards, the strong wind passing by his nose hurting his cheeks.

Before he could take a breath, King Honghuyin, who usually regarded himself as a chess player, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cramp in his abdomen. Looking down in shock, he only saw a dirty, dark footprint on his snow-white shirt, and his figure flew backwards like a cannonball.

The armor plates of Xi Zhang blew out whistling air currents, making Li Jun's robes make a hunting sound.

The blade and the figure formed a thin line of light and dark, and in an instant they caught up with Ding Huan, who was flying upside down.

The bright moonlight illuminated Ding Huan's gloomy and ferocious face. He never expected that his majestic peak Zongheng Liu would actually make a martial artist and a tattered ink armor breathless.

Ding Heng had forgotten one thing. When a man is alone, no matter how strong the general is, he must bow before the soldiers crossing the river!

"Even ants dare."

"Shut up!"

Lord Ma's roar was deafening, and it hit Ding Huan's ears together with the sound waves gushing out of the ink armor.

Li Jun didn't say anything, but he raised the Xiuchundao in his hand high above his head. The unique power evolved after he learned the two Dzogchen martial arts of Splitting Muscles and Bones and Bajiquan wrapped around the blade and aimed it at Ding Huan's face. The door was chopped down.

The latter's expression changed slightly, and he quickly grabbed the head and tail of the civilized stick with both hands to block it in front of him.

Zheng! The stick of civilization broke in response.

Ding Huan's eyes were fierce, he picked up the broken stick and thrust it into Li Jun's head from the left and right.

Li Jun dwarfed and dodged Ding Huan's counterattack. At the same time, he clenched the five fingers of his left hand tightly into a fist. There were armor plates stacked on top of the fist, like a vicious finger tiger, and hit the opponent's chest directly.

"Well!"

There was a line of blood from the corner of Ding Huan's mouth, his eyes were bulging, his body was stooped, and he was in a state of embarrassment for a moment.

Li Jun took action and never liked to say nonsense or harsh words.

And when Lord Ma is present, it is not his turn to do the provocation at all!

"Grandson, weren't you very arrogant just now? Why are you bowing now? Lift your head, Mr. Ma, I asked you to lift your head!"

The red eyes in the helmet were beating with excited scarlet light, and two ropes suddenly popped out of the ink-colored armor, wrapping around Ding Heng's arms and dragging his body towards the Xiuchun knife raised in Li Jun's hand!

It's a pity that Lord Ma's level is still slightly lower. No matter how weak Ding Huan's physical ability is, he cannot easily bind him.

Crack!

In the thin line between life and death, Ding Huan gritted his teeth and used strength to break the ropes on his body. He twisted his waist, raised his knees and swung his legs, and the toe of his shoe accurately hit the side of the Xiuchun blade.

The moment the long knife was kicked away, Li Jun also turned around and kicked up, whipping his leg like a shadow, hitting Ding Huan on the face and whipping him away.

Click.

Li Jun raised his palm forward, and a circle of black muzzles suddenly appeared on his arm armor, spinning continuously around his left arm.

"Blow him to death for me!"

Lord Ma roared excitedly!

Li Jun raised his brows, clenched his open fingers suddenly, and fierce gunshots immediately exploded!

The extremely violent stream of metal bullets plowed forward with an unstoppable momentum, chasing Ding Huan's retreating figure.

All the bricks and tiles along the way were beaten into rubble. Even though it was raining heavily at night, it still could not cover all the smoke and dust raised by the bullets.

Click.

Under the constant impact of the torrent of metal, this roof battlefield finally couldn't bear it and collapsed.

Ding Huan's feet were in the air, and his figure suddenly became unstable and suddenly fell towards the golden building!

Whoosh!

At this moment, a pale tail flame suddenly lit up in the golden building.

The flying sword that had been hidden finally revealed its sharp claws, rising into the sky from bottom to top, and rushed towards Ding Huan's falling body!

"You don't hit people in the face, you don't expose their shortcomings when you scold them, how dare you say that I was prepared? Damn it, if I kill you, I will officially become a human immortal!"

On the ground, Chen Qisheng raised his head and sneered. What he was pointing in his hand was not the traditional sword finger of the Dao Sect sequence, but a middle finger he learned from the Xiyi sequence who died under his flying sword!