Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 41

"Uncle Ming, let me help you!"

Although Da Sang could already see his intestines from the wound on his stomach, he still staggered over and stood in front of Uncle Ming, clutching his stomach.

At this time, he was exhausted, relying solely on the stubborn spirit of the bad guy to hold on.

Johnny's attention was temporarily attracted by Yin Xiu, and he did not chase Uncle Ming for a while, but concentrated on dealing with him.

Once, twice, three times, he seemed to have some kind of obsession, and he would not give up until he knocked Yin Xiu down.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Ming retracted his sword without hesitation, made a gesture with his hands together, closed his eyes quietly, took a deep breath, and then began to stamp his feet.

He stepped down with force and force, only to feel that he had stepped on something soft, and another scream came from his ears.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Da Sang's face twisted in extreme pain. Almost all the flesh was squeezed together, forming the word "bitter".

"Uncle Ming, feet! My feet!"

He pointed at the toes that were almost deformed after being stepped on by Uncle Ming, and his face turned pale.

"Damn fat man, I told you to stay out of the way!"

Uncle Ming flew up and kicked Da Sang away. He immediately calmed down and started casting spells again.

He raised his handprints high above his head and stamped his feet quickly at the same time. A white air visible to the naked eye emanated from his body, which was sacred and full of majesty.

"Congratulations to the patriarch!"

As Uncle Ming shouted angrily, white energy gathered and penetrated into his seven orifices, sleeves and hair. His entire body shape, temperament, and even appearance also changed.

Yin Xiu vaguely seemed to see a young Taoist priest with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a daring nose. Even the colorless nightgown he was wearing seemed to have changed into a brand new apricot yellow Taoist robe. generally.

Unlike Yin Xiu, Johnny did not have such a strong inspiration. He only relied on the instinct of the beast to feel the breath of danger, extreme danger!

Letting go of the shaky Yin Xiu, Johnny was just about to pounce on Uncle Ming, but his eyes only felt blurry. Uncle Ming, who was standing far away just now, stood in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Johnny is almost twice as tall as Uncle Ming. With a height of nearly four meters, anyone in his eyes can only reach his waist.

But more than anything, he felt that Uncle Ming was at eye level with him just now, face to face with him, eye to eye!
He was stunned and looked down at Uncle Ming. After realizing that Uncle Ming was still so short in his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and slapped Uncle Ming hard with his sharp claws.

Uncle Ming neither retreated nor moved forward. Although he dodged, he was just like a roly-poly.

He stumbled forward, as if he was about to fall to the ground, and leaned back again, as if lying on the bed. His body shape and posture were extremely distorted, but he avoided Johnny's attacks every time.

"Uncle Ming, are you doing drunken boxing?" Da Sang asked blankly.

"Drunken Master? He didn't drink either." Kwanbao woke up for some reason and was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was still dreaming.

The bystanders were all dazzled, not to mention Johnny, who was involved. After waving his claws dozens of times, he felt like the world was spinning. Uncle Ming would have fainted if he hadn't been dizzy.

He finally stopped out of breath, but Uncle Ming smiled coldly, "What? Tired? How about I come?"

Johnny suddenly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He just raised his paws to protect his head and chest, but he only felt a pain in his feet, especially his thumb, which was extremely painful!

He looked down and saw that Uncle Ming had stepped on his toes and gently turned his ankle a few times.

More severe pain followed, and Johnny's waist couldn't help but bend, as if he had put his face in front of Uncle Ming and let him hit him.

Seeing Johnny being so polite, Uncle Ming stopped giving in. He raised his fist and punched Johnny hard in the face.With a loud sound of bones breaking, Johnny, who was still motionless before, staggered back a few steps, and then a canine tooth and a broken molar fell out of his mouth.

"Old man, how dare you do this to me? I am the boss of the Wild Wolf Gang, Johnny the Bloody Hand, who is famous throughout the world!"

Johnny's eyes were literally bursting with fire, and along with his roar, there was a strong murderous aura in his body.

In the past, his name had always been a taboo in Dunling, and even the monks of the Tribunal often used other code names to call him instead of calling him by his first name.

He was cunning and cruel. He killed several students from the magic academy to clerks in major institutions and even priests in churches. The reason why he killed so many people was purely for fun and to prove his strength. and the limit.

After he killed Count Wren, a famous knight, for the last time, the Inquisition finally decided to deal with him at all costs, which made the famous Bloody Hand Johnny leave Dunling.

On the streets of Dunling, he once scared a strong hound to death with just a glance.

When he got angry, everyone else was shocked and frightened by the terrifying energy of this third-level werewolf.

But Uncle Ming has long since passed away, and nothing from the outside world seems to be able to affect him.

Therefore, he walked towards Johnny slowly as before.

Snapped!
A clear slap, and several broken teeth came out of Johnny's mouth.

Before he could react, Uncle Ming slapped him with another thunderous slap, which made him dizzy. A few more teeth came out of his mouth, with blood, saliva, and some courage.

"Old man, who are you?" Johnny asked.

"Maoshan Tiandao Sect No. 30 ninth generation successor, Mao Xiaoming!"

Uncle Ming kicked Johnny in the chest again, knocking him back.

At the same time, Uncle Ming made a move with his finger, and the long sword that fell on the ground immediately flew into his hand.

"Get objects from a distance!"

"I'm throwing it! It's a magic trick!"

"Steel wire, he must have wrapped a steel wire around the sword!"

Amid the exclamations of mourning and explosions, Uncle Ming was like a swordsman descending to earth, unstoppable and unavoidable. A sword lightly passed through, and Johnny's head spun and flew into the air. A fountain of blood sprang from the huge It spurted out of his body and shot straight to the ceiling.

All the creatures present were stunned, as if they were stunned by such a spectacle.

"The Wolf King has been executed."

After Uncle Ming murmured, the solemn and huge aura on his body finally dissipated. He staggered and fell down, and was caught by Yin Xiu who arrived in time.

Seeing Johnny's head separated from his body, and the werewolves present, the wolf slaves couldn't help but let out low whimpers, and then dispersed and ran away.

Even Raven, who had an inseparable fight with Yuri, could only roar helplessly, abandon his opponent and run away after finding out that his boss was dead.

"Grandpa bless you!"

Looking at the bloody ground and countless corpses, Yin Xiu thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)