Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 84 The Yellow Turban Flying Sword
"The bright moon cannot be reflected in the cup tonight, and the neon lights are shining and singing and dancing are peaceful. Because of the story of incomplete tone, no one loses anything when they sing indifferently."

High-pitched drumbeats and roaring singing sounded from the speakers, instantly igniting the alcohol-filled air.

Li Jun inhaled the blazing heat into his lungs, and his blood-stained shirt exuded a strong hostility.

Kicking forward, raising his knees and swinging his legs, he whipped his legs fiercely towards the ugly fat face with an arrogant smile!
The shadows of the feet and legs made a hunting sound through the air, but was stopped by the fist that suddenly came from the side.

A 'figure' quietly appeared beside Yu Kou.

There is no gender-identifying feature on the naked body, and the almost flawless body line reveals a strong taste of artificial chiseling.

A piece of bright yellow engraved talisman was covered on the front door, completely covering its appearance.

Many hair-thin metal lines extended from the body of the talisman, spread along the neck to the chest, and finally intertwined to form two huge seal characters.

yellow scarf.

Daoist Dharma Guardian, Yellow Turban Warrior!
"go with!"

Yu Kou stretched out his hand to make a tactic, and pointed at Li Jun.

The figure of the yellow turban wrestler rushed out in an instant, lunged forward, twisted his body to break free, and punched Li Jun with a punch!

A turbulent fist wind enveloped his body, but Li Jun suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

"This is internal strength?!"

Li Jun raised his eyebrows suddenly, he actually felt the internal force in the boxing of this yellow scarf warrior!

You must know that whether it is Zhao Qingxia who uses mimetic martial arts, or Gu Yong who steals his teacher, they only use the "form" of martial arts, but this yellow scarf warrior has both spirit and form.

This is definitely not some unique technique of Taoism.

Even Mohism and Confucianism can't imitate the internal force of martial arts sequence, Li Jun can't think of how Taoism can.

Unless, this yellow scarf fighter is also a martial arts sequence.

As soon as this idea came to mind, it spread like a wildfire in Li Jun's heart, and the sudden boiling blood made him almost unable to restrain himself from roaring.

Li Jun opened the Bajiquan frame, stepped forward, raised his hand and punched.

There was a muffled sound when the fists collided head-on, like a thunderstorm rolling in the clouds, and then a torrential rain fell from the sky.

The sound of fists was like rain, continuous.

This kind of face-to-face fist without fancy, the comparison is whose bones are hard enough, and whoever is fighting is whose physique is stronger.

Rainstorms come and go quickly.

In a short while, this yellow scarf warrior couldn't hold back the terrifying fist shadow that swept over him, and his horse gait was messed up in an instant.

Li Jun's eyes showed a cold light, he rushed to open the door of the yellow scarf wrestler, and poured Bajiquan moves on the opponent's chest.

There was a continuous crackling sound from the body of the yellow turban wrestler, and he flew out, knocked over a wine rack, and fell into the glass all over the floor without moving.

"You are indeed the seedling I have my eyes on. Your body is better than I expected."

An arrogant and domineering voice came, and there was a small piercing sound hidden in it.

When Li Jun reacted, a slap-length flying sword had already stabbed in front of him, and his scalp was numb with murderous aura.

Pfft!

Li Jun's waist was folded horizontally, and his face was facing the sky.The flying sword almost brushed the tip of his nose, but the sharp sword energy still cut a long and narrow wound on Li Jun's face.

It spread from the jaw to the center of the brow, almost splitting the entire face in half.

Without a moment's hesitation, Li Jun, with half of his face stained red with blood, rushed forward, and pressed down on Yu Kou with the force of a tiger climbing a mountain with Bajiquan.

hum. hum.
Suddenly, ripples spread in the air, and an engraved talisman hovered over Li Jun's head at some point.

The sudden heavy pressure was like a mountain pressing on his shoulders. Not only did his movements stop at this moment, Li Jun felt that his spirit was also in a trance at this moment.

Whoosh!
A flying sword flew from behind, and the sound of piercing through the air was not inferior to Gu Yong's assassination with the sword.

At this moment of life and death, the high-pitched sound of a bronze lock knocking on the door suddenly broke out in Li Jun's body!
Li Jun, who was already a worm in the amber, suddenly cleared his cloudy eyes, and his shoulders shook like a general taking off his armor, throwing away the power of the talisman.

Turn around and raise your palms, as if holding on to the sky.

From bottom to top, he slapped away the flying sword that was piercing his head, and at the same time he broke down and exerted strength, his body was like a tiger coming out of a stump, and he jumped his knees to slam into Yu Kou.

Boom!
A figure stood in front of Yu Kou, it was the yellow turban wrestler who was sent flying and fell far away.

Li Jun's elbow pierced its face, smashing the engraved talisman and seal, revealing its next face with all its facial features cut off.

A smashed biochip was embedded in the fuzzy flesh.

The identity of the Yellow Turban Lishi is self-evident.

Li Jun, whose face was full of murderous intent, tightened his lips.

If you are extremely angry, you will not speak.

Yu Kou didn't seem to have expected that the Yellow Turban Warrior would die so cleanly, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly backed away.

Although he is obese in stature, his movements are quite agile.

It's a pity that his speed is no different from a pig walking in Li Jun's eyes.

Li Jun strode over to catch up, clinging tightly like an eclipse attached to a bone.

The Bajiquan opened and closed, and the wind of the fist blowing away the bun on Yu Kou's head in an instant.

Yu Kou's face twitched violently, and a ferocious expression appeared in his eyes.

His arms were trembling, several nerve wires dragged the flying sword out of his sleeve, and pierced into Li Jun's body.

Pfft!

The flying sword pierced into Li Jun's chest, back and back!
The sound of flesh and blood shattering and bones breaking makes one's teeth sour.

The corners of Yu Kou's mouth twitched, and he was about to show an arrogant smile, but he was shocked to find that the fierceness in the eyes in front of him was still the same!

The arrogance receded like a tide, followed by fear.

Yu Kou's hair stood on end, he was about to break the connection with the nerve harness, and fled.

It's a pity that Li Jun's right fist has arrived, and it hit Yu Kou's face fiercely.

With all his strength in this punch, the roar of the tiger was deafening.

The huge mountain of meat was also thrown out, and blood gushed out from the sunken fist pit on Yu Kou's face.

"Fate is branded along the palm lines"

The singing on the stereo continued.

"Fate? I'll fuck you."

Li Jun spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, panting heavily as he pressed his hands on his knees, the bone-piercing pain continued to devour his willpower.

A wave of extreme fatigue swept over the whole body, as if bursts of Buddha's hidden Sanskrit singing came to the ears in a trance.

After a long time, Li Jun finally looked up, and the scene in front of him returned to the golden brick square in front of the temple again.

"Greed, anger, ignorance, slow suspicion, your five internal organs have already hurt your fourth internal organs. This last state is your death."

On the high platform, Mu Chi held a vajra and made a fearless seal in his hand.

"Buddha is merciful, allow me to give you another chance to find your way back. Li Jun, would you like to become a Buddhist follower and uphold the vajra precepts?"

"Don't hit"

Behind him, which was mostly soaked in blood, there was a slight mournful sob, which seemed to make Li Jun give up.

Li Jun patted his back lightly with his backhand, and whispered softly, "If you can see, then widen your eyes and show me."

Li Jun raised his head proudly, even though the blood was mottled, his sharp-edged face was still smiling.

"Uncle taught you how to kill this bastard!"

At this moment, the sound of the copper lock hitting the door resounded through the sky, overshadowing the voice of Buddha!

(End of this chapter)