Budo: Age of Chi

Chapter 77 Boss, don't tell me this is also within your calculations!

Meng De has always been cautious, adhering to his usual habits, turned the young man's head around a few times with a flat face, and took off the head.

From a certain point of view, this probably counts as saying what it says.

He looked in the direction of Zheng Xiongbin, and happened to meet the instructor turning his head to look at him, nodding with a smile.

It seems that the bosses are very satisfied with Meng De's performance.

Yinghou merged into the army formation, temporarily stopped attacking, lit a cigar with the high-temperature barrel, and took a deep puff.

"Hoo~!"

A thick white smoke rose, and the long breath showed the power of his lungs.

"Hi, I remember your name is Jian Yu, right?"

He spoke slowly, seemingly not paying attention to Jian Yu at all.

"Why did the Longevity Sect send young pawns like you here? Looking at this battle, it doesn't look like you can preside over it with your true energy."

Jian Yu's face was gloomy, and he was silent. He was hiding behind the bunker at this time, and he could only feel the fluctuation of his true energy.

"Don't worry, take your time, I'll give you time to recruit the blood-clothed figure.

I would like to see what kind of strength the incomplete secret method of the Longevity Sect can exert. "

Hearing this, Jian Yu's heart was filled with anger, and the secret method she was using began to fluctuate, obviously affected.

Meng De also twitched the corner of his eyes, roaring in his heart:

"What are you doing, boss?!
Don't know, kill him, kill him now!

Sweep him into a sieve with your ferocious firepower, and beat him into scum with your overwhelming force! "

However, Meng De dared to shout in his heart that the situation on the battlefield was still under the control of this baby waiter.

Ripples appeared in the blood lake, and everyone could clearly feel the blood flowing underground.

It was the monster of the Longevity Sect who was using the secret method to induce the blood lake!
【Blood Clothes Appearance】!
It's coming, the big one is coming!
Rumble!
The blood flow accelerated, setting off a wave.

Jian Yu hiding behind the bunker is like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing the surging waves of blood.

A blood-red curtain rose, casting shadows in the eerie red light, covering a large area.

"Somewhat interesting, but not much."

Feeling the ever-increasing powerful aura, Yinghou shook his head.

"After all, it is an incomplete secret method, and the materials prepared are not very good. It can only be said that it barely catches the eye. After all, it is not as good as orthodox."

He took a final puff, spit out the thick cigar and the white smoke in his mouth, and said:
"Come on, then let you also increase your knowledge, what is called TM's orthodoxy!
Tiger! "

Zheng Xiongbin immediately handed over the control of the army formation to Yingwai, and the somewhat illusory white tiger was infused with energy from a real energy expert, his body became more solid and his aura became more ferocious.

"Hey!"

The white tiger shook his head and breathed out, his eyes seemed to be full of wisdom.

Jian Yu's blood-clothed form finally took shape. He was inside a faceless puppet more than ten meters high, covered with a layer of blood-red robe. It looked like he was driving a Gundam, and the strong smell of blood in the ground dissipated for a while.

The lake of blood came out of the ground, but he sucked it dry and squeezed it out, not a drop left!
But above the altar, the bloody vortex is still bleeding out dutifully.

The heavy pressure made Mengde out of breath. He knelt down on the ground, lying on his stomach, trying to absorb oxygen.

too strong!
This is definitely beyond the limit of the true energy realm, and the energy field is like a substance, pressing on Meng De.

"Roar!"

The white tiger roared, also exuding coercion.

But this didn't counteract the sense of oppression. The auras of the two sides collided and superimposed, making Mengde completely close to the ground.

If Mengde hadn't lost half of his foot from the mortals, and there was a problem with the gravity here, he would most likely be crushed to death.

"Boss, don't tell me this is also within your calculations!"

He simply lay flat to save his strength, mobilized his internal breath to force assisted breathing, and put his cheek on the ground, trying to weaken his sense of existence as much as possible.

The gangster was whistling, and there was even a slight electric current that was visible to the naked eye in midair.

"Miluo Seal!"

The faceless puppet stretched out its big hand and pressed it towards the baby. The violent sense of power even made the soldiers who were protected in the army feel oppressed.

The white tiger leaped up and pushed straight up.

clang!
When the two streams of energy exchanged, there was even a sound of metal collision.

During the stalemate, the other palm of the faceless puppet also pressed down.

Jian Yu was so violent in her heart that she wanted to kill everyone like crushing ants!

After feeling the power of the faceless puppet, Yinghou smiled disdainfully and said coldly:
"Is that all? Vulnerable!
Turn evil! "

The solidified white tiger immediately turned into a ball of energy and lost its entity.

But when those two arms were about to fall, two furry tiger claws protruded from the energy mass, and a white tiger demon god standing upright slowly rose from the energy mass.

"Too weak, too disappointing, die!"

"Ow!"

The White Tiger Demon God howled wildly, clasped both hands of the faceless puppet, opened his mouth and bit down on it.

"not good!"

Jian Yu secretly thought that something was wrong, the bound faceless puppet immediately collapsed into a large amount of blood, and two hands were stretched out from under its armpits, trying to block the attack of the White Tiger Demon God.

As for himself, he even adjusted the position of his body, preparing to avoid the frontal impact.

The two sides crossed each other, and the White Tiger Demon God disintegrated into energy again and returned to everyone's bodies.

The faceless puppet stood still, its abdomen bitten off in the middle.

"Bah, trash, I thought you were so powerful!"

Yingwai spat in disdain, clapped his hands, and called it a day.

Jian Yu's body fell to the ground, blood and flesh were mutilated, bones and tendons were broken, and the red and white parts of his head flowed out, making it unbearable to look directly at.

Even though he had already overestimated Yinghou a lot, he still underestimated the changes in the White Tiger Demon God after Yinghou took over the army.

The government of the New Kingdom has oppressed the world for nearly 200 years, and the well-designed and tried-and-tested Husha army formation, how can he, with his incomplete secret method of the longevity sect, be able to resist it?
Whether it is strength or cleverness in adjusting the position of the body, it was completely crushed by Yingwai with violence.

So he died, a very miserable death.

Meng De was dumbfounded, that's it?
Fortunately, I am still going to watch a super battle!

Isn't this funny?
What longevity religion, dare to come out and make trouble?

The faceless puppet's lower body stood upright, and Yinghou picked up the machine gun, just shot it, and immediately disintegrated into blood-colored particles like the upper body, spilling all over the ground.

"Okay, perfect solution!"

Yinghou nodded in satisfaction and said to everyone:
"Stay where you are, someone will come to pick you up."

"The young man is very good and has a future."

Yinghou brought Zheng Xiongbin to Meng De, and patted him on the shoulder, obviously admiring him.

The bosses took the initiative to talk to each other, how could Meng De miss this opportunity, and immediately picked up the conversation, shouting where and where, and flattering by the way.

Zheng Xiongbin was also there to help, and talked about some of Meng De's advantages, which were real and real, which made the baby waiter laugh out loud, and even said it was excellent.

Not long after, several helicopters slowly descended, and more official forces came down to clean up the mess.

"Uncle Yinghou, what about this?"

Meng De pointed to the vortex that was still bleeding above the altar.

"Don't worry, even if you don't take action on a mere secret rift, it will automatically close when the time is up."

Yinghou narrowed his eyes, couldn't help feeling regretful, shook his head and said:

"It's a pity that this secret realm is occupied by the Longevity Sect. It's just a small door. We can't copy the secret key."

　I was a bit stuck when I wrote this chapter, because some things, it’s not good to involve too much, even if it’s fictional, so I’m trying to squeeze it out so as not to commit crimes

　　
　
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