Cyber Daming

"The remnants of martial arts, give up on salvation and directly save them."

This Dharma protector who plays the role of a giant Buddha in the Buddhist kingdom has a stiff and rigid tone, and his ferocious facial features are completely different from those of Mucuo and others. There is no trace of life in his face.

What does the remnant of martial arts mean? Is there a grudge between the martial arts sequence and the Buddhist sequence?

Li Jun's heart moved, and he vaguely felt that there was a lot of information hidden behind these four words. But before he had time to think deeply, the extremely burly Protector God had already rushed over.

Boom..Boom..

The protector's steps were extremely heavy, and with each step he made an unbearable crackling sound on the floor that was baked and crispy by the flames. He opened his five fingers to cover Li Jun's face.

"Follow the law!"

The strong wind blew against his face, Li Jun raised his eyebrows, turned his wrists with the knife and wiped it horizontally, and cut it across the Buddha's palm. The sound was harsh and sparks flew everywhere.

The flesh and blood of the protector's palm was cut open, revealing the metal skeleton underneath, which was densely engraved with golden Sanskrit characters the size of a fly's head.

The hard and sharp long knife in Gu Jia's mouth struck it, but it could only leave a faint mark.

"So hard?!"

Li Jun was secretly stunned. He had cut off many mechanical prostheses, but he had never seen one so hard.

Even Torozuka, who was at the peak of Bingjiu, didn't have such high strength in his prosthetic limbs.

Could it be that the difference lies in the Sanskrit characters carved on the bones of the machine?

The protector didn't give Li Jun a chance to continue observing, and he closed his fingers into fists and bombarded him wildly.

The boxing path is messy and has no structure at all. It's just a random hit with brute force.

This kind of attack could not even touch the corners of Li Jun's clothes in front of Dzogchen's wandering body.

Li Jun's figure flashed and he easily escaped from the shadow of the fist. The internal energy in his body boiled to its peak. The muscles of the arm holding the knife bulged and he slashed with the knife.

Hiss!

A knife mark appeared on the protector's vest, extending from his shoulders to his waist. The tight yellow monk's robe was instantly cut in half.

Li Jun leaned back and bent his waist almost parallel to the ground, letting the Protector God turn around and sweep his arms. He exerted force on his waist, forcibly pulled himself up, and nailed the opponent's ribs with a knife.

Ding!

Li Jun was not surprised by the sharp sound of the metal explosion. The sword force did not stop for a moment, and the cold light was like a net, covering the protector god in it.

Ding ding ding ding

The sound of chopping is like rain hitting plantains, and the jingling of bells is heard.

In an instant, the monk's robe on the protector's body had been cut into pieces, and his body was covered with knife marks. However, his body remained motionless, chasing Li Jun's wandering figure and punching him.

His expression was as stiff as a machine that knew no pain.

clang!

A particularly high-pitched sword cry was like a pause, and the exciting sword movement suddenly stopped.

Li Jun followed the force of the backlash from the sword and pulled away. Looking at the protector who continued to attack without even needing to breathe, his expression became extremely solemn.

The tiger's mouth where he held the knife had split open at some point, and blood slowly slid down the handle.

"The limbs, throat, heart, and lower gear are all not critical, so let's try the head again!"

Li Jun bowed his back slightly, kicked his feet hard, and his figure shot out like a powerful arrow, with a straight trajectory as if he was actively hitting the fist fired by the protector.

But at the moment when they were about to collide, Li Jun stopped strangely, wandered to the enemy's side, stretched out his arms and raised his sword!

Single sword method selection, single sword movement!

There was a harsh friction sound, and the blade cut into the protector's jaw, lifting along the way, almost pulling off the lower half of the face.

Until the blade reached the root of the mountain, it was finally blocked by two overlapping hands.

Seeing that the sword was blocked, Li Jun's frown relaxed.

"It turns out that the key point is the wisdom root between the eyebrows."

Li Jun grinned, revealing his white teeth, and the awe-inspiring killing intent in his body suddenly became fierce. His right foot suddenly kicked out fiercely on the chin of the protector.

boom!

This kick was so powerful that the burly Protector God's toes were kicked off the ground and he leaned backwards.

The long knife that was originally caught escaped the trap and whizzed down towards the center of the eyebrow.

At the critical moment, the Protector God reluctantly turned his face sideways, using the side of his face instead of the center of his eyebrows to bear the blow.

Blood and water splashed, and half of the dough flew out.

Although he kept his eyebrows and wisdom roots safe, he was knocked to the ground by the huge force wrapped in the long knife.

Click!

The crispy floor could no longer withstand such an impact and shattered.

The protector fell to the next floor on his back, arms spread out in the air, trying to grab something like a beam or pillar to stop his fall.

At this moment, a figure suddenly burst out of the smoke and dust above his head, his eyes were cold and murderous.

Li Jun flew after him and stabbed straight at the protector's brow with the long knife in his hand!

The protector's reaction was also very quick. He put his right hand back in front of his eyebrows, and at the same time clenched the five fingers of his left hand into a fist and struck towards Li Jun.

Boom, boom, boom!

The two entangled figures smashed through the three-story floor, falling all the way down, and finally landed hard on the bottom floor of the red brick wooden building. The wind pressure caused by the impact suffocated the raging sea of ​​​​fire!

There was no pause for a moment, and there were constant muffled sounds of fists and bones clashing from the dancing fire shadows!

The red brick and wooden building that was already crumbling finally failed to hold up at this moment, letting out a shrill wail before completely collapsing.

Countless falling masonry and wood hit his back, causing severe pain, but Li Jun had no time to care. His eyes, which were red from the smoke, stared at the protector under him.

Another punch came, and Li Jun didn't even dodge and hit it with his forehead very fiercely.

boom!

There was blood coming from his nose and his vision was shaking.

Li Jun, whose face was full of anger, roared angrily, raised his muscular left fist high, and used all his strength to hit the tail of the knife hard.

The blade stuck in the mechanical bone suddenly approached a foot, and penetrated deeply into the bright red wisdom root!

Phew!

The light in the protector's eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his raised fist fell to the ground, throwing out sparks.

[Acquire 160 mastery points]

Li Jun stood up slowly with his hands on his knees. Before he could take a breath, his sight blurred by blood saw a red robe.

"Kill my acolytes and protectors, then you will replace them!"

"It's a damn hard life. After one fight, another one comes. Is it really not over?"

Li Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly. He raised his hand to wipe the smoke and blood on his face, and his slightly curved back straightened inch by inch.

[Consumption of 58 mastery points, Qingdi Jue is upgraded to the late eighth level (0/100)]

[Consumption of 100 mastery points, Qingdi Jue is upgraded to the eighth level of Dzogchen]

Li Jun shook his head, which was stunned by the sound of breaking the lock, and moved his lips slightly: "Stop talking nonsense, just do it if you want."

"as you wish."

The red monk Mucho raised his hand, and a bloody head flew towards him with a shrill sound of breaking through the air.

boom!

The severed head was blown to pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Wuba red blood?"

The red monk Mucuo looked gloomy and spoke every word.

Li Jun shook off the blood on his elbows and threw out the two empty martial arts injectors.

"correct answer."