Disambiguation is not even looking at the moment when the machete with 19 handles was just raised, but I saw that the black "color" cold light in his hand flashed with a wonderful light, and 15 heads wrapped in headscarves suddenly flew to half of his feet, slightly bending and snapping, and 32 yogis roared and rolled the mausoleum together.
At the same time, Mo Tian’s evil figure also rowed the rainbow "shot" to the mound on the left side of the disambiguation without pause, but he saw the cold light suddenly showing the chest of forty-nine yogis in the competition to see who sprayed blood faster and howled and fell back.
Almost in no particular order, the blood spirit jumped over the heads of Dalai Lama and Lasgada from the front and rushed into the crowd of yogis. The blood spirit was very red [color], and almost one hundred yogis suddenly burst into a blood hole the size of a fist.
An exhibition of extremely unfair slaughter
Guns have been lost at this moment. At this time, they rely on the body art industry to kill the enemy to save their lives. However, it is no exaggeration for these powerful yoga people in India to say that they are native dogs in the eyes of Blood Spirit, Qi and Mo Tianxiao.
In this blink of an eye, nearly 200 yogis have returned to Jiuyou.
Three figures are wandering like ghosts, rushing towards the blood spirit from the crowd. The Dalai Lama, Lasgada and Ricardo have decided that the blood spirit is the leader of this China Xiuzhen force and the most threatening enemy. They intend to kill the blood spirit with one blow.
The elegant figure of the blood spirit rampaged through the crowd. When he chopped off the heads of 66 yogis in another big spin, he was surrounded by the Dalai Lama, Lasgada and Ligado who floated like ghosts.
But at the moment, around him, there are already several bodies, and the bodies are bloody.
"I always fight with you!" Lasgada’s eyes were red and his mouth was screaming, "You have no one to kill embryos!"
It seems that the blood spirit doesn’t want to be sharp. His body suddenly flashed sideways and swept his feet, kicking off 24 yogis. At the same time, his red palms brought up 33 bloody heads, and the potential continued to turn into two giant palms to attack the Dalai Lama’s head.
The tantric stunt is really remarkable. The Dalai Lama’s offering of a big handprint is like two heavy mountains pressing against the blood spirit, and the energy of the palm wind will fly around in disorder.
A bloody horse like this can tell that the Dalai Lama is much more powerful than the heavenly photos. He doesn’t intend to waste his skill. A cold bloody hand in Dalai’s mouth seems to meet the big handprint, but it actually sticks and walks away.
With the reaction of two powerful energy, the blood spirit body has rolled violently and violently. Just as he bounced up, the blood hand turned into a shadow of blood all over the sky and suddenly covered the two yogis, Lasgada and Ligado.
Don’t ring, three yogis’ ghosts flash and cover their hands with three meniscus knives, which suddenly cut to the back of blood spirit.
A blood axe the size of a wheel is changing so fast by illusion that Dalai Lama, Lasgada and Ligado are all forced to retreat nearly three meters away involuntarily by the sudden lack of energy.
The red axe turned and then flashed, and the three machetes disappeared as if they had been vaporized. The three yogis haven’t understood what is going on yet, and strangely, they cut their waist from the left side with a cold mountain.
"Zidianluo, look out!" Razgada cried like a ghost.
The Dalai Lama’s handprints, Lasgada and Ricardo’s two meniscus knives, formed a mountain of brilliance and followed closely behind the blood spirit, but the angry people were so close to falling-if they could reach the blood spirit, they would not be called the blood spirit god.
The three yogis were shocked by Lasgada’s warning, and they all tried their best to lean back. At the same time, they scattered three strings of beads around their necks and "shot" them to save themselves. However, the indestructible power of the ingenious axe made them protect themselves by making red copper beads, breaking their waist and cracking their voices, with a kind of unpleasant sound in their mouths.
Three people became the most proud three brothers of six Razgada, who were beheaded by the blood spirit.
Laszlo is screaming like crazy, his eyes are red, his eyes are red, his eyes are cracked, his meniscus knife is waving wildly, and people seem to be floating over the head of ghosts and flying blood spirits.
At the same time, Ricardo’s other meniscus knife brought up a wave like a raging wave, like a wave of light. In the sharp wind, the Dalai Lama danced to form a landslide and tsunami, like a big handprint, and at the same time covered the blood spirit.
Blood spirit eyes flashed "shot" a burst of violent flame, and his muscles suddenly shook rapidly. In this huge potential formed by the strange shaking of muscles, his figure has a bit of freedom to come and go like a mustard flash in the enemy’s knife waves and palm shadows.
There is almost no separation between the enemy’s knife and palm, but the blood spirit always flies first before the intersection of knife, palm and shadow, and it is so dangerous and incredible to escape in the connection of machete handprints, just like a tangible ghost fluttering in the middle.
"Hey, hey!" Blood spirit mouth sent out a root unlike insidious smile.
His abrupt insidious smile is sharp and mournful, like an arrow penetrating people’s eardrums. The air is shaking, and the sunlight is turning over. With his ingenious smile, thousands of anti-"shooting" dazzling sunlight rays have appeared, like penetrating a heavy cloud net, more like a continuous silk weft, so there is no slightest gap with the devil’s curse cover in Jiuyou purgatory rolled to Dalai, Lasgada and Ligado.
So fast, so hard, so urgent and so complete.
"clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank
Almost before people’s minds were raised, four figures were shot in four directions.
Razgada was covered with several skin-rolling wounds and lay struggling three feet away.
The meniscus knife in Ricardo’s hand has not only broken into pieces, but also his arms are elbow-length, and blood is flowing like a spring.
The Dalai Lama was not injured, but his thin old face was too pale to be "colored"
"how about it? Enough to pick up your "face is full of a kind of cool and complete expression blood spirit insidious smile asked coldly.
Suddenly, someone else "shoots" and rises like a rainbow "shooting" straight from the sky-"Blood Spirit Shaqi" will be trying to flee, and the Dalai Lama will cover it red-handed. With the blood spirit, he will sacrifice a series of just-dead resentments, and the blood spirit will converge from all directions and continue to sink into the blood spirit.
There, Mo Tian’s evil face rushes around in the crowd with a cruel smile. It’s like chopping melons and vegetables, and the sword root is just a move against the enemy. He sees the blood, and the three guys in India are settled, unwilling to lag behind, and the evil sword is sacrificed with a death ray. In the crowd, people’s pupils are hard to catch, and people’s lives are so worthless that they are taken away. The residual bodies are so fragile that they are destroyed into piles of rotten meat plasma.
Disambiguation will be wrapped in a mass of black fog, just like a small black hole devouring all the living things around it. Anyone who is swept by his body at the five-meter ground in Fiona Fang is definitely not alive.
The whole fighting field is full of "chaotic" people screaming in terror and yelling at them. In the crazy collision and jumping jungle, there is a horrible red blood, which symbolizes death.
Tyrannosaurus First Division soldiers have kept in the periphery of the encirclement like a number of fiends. From time to time, laser assault rifles "shoot" a series of silvery white death rays, playing with yogis who try to escape in various directions as targets.
At this moment, all yogis are flying around like a crazy department and a fly, running around and jumping around, standing on their companions’ bodies, stained with their blood, hoping to find a way out.
The Dalai Lama, who was under the control of the blood spirit, calmed down at this time. He looked coldly at more than a thousand yogis and were almost slaughtered in less than ten minutes. He looked calmly at the blood spirit and said, "Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair for you to slaughter these weak yogis like this?" Wrong novel network does not skip words.
Blood spirit stared darkly at the Dalai Lama and said, "Did you feel this way when you did yoga to kill ordinary soldiers of the China army?"
The Dalai Lama’s silent words are really fast in June.
Suddenly a twist Zongming took Lena and Fiya to appear in the bloody jungle.
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Blood spirit was surprised to see Zong Ming suddenly appear and asked, "Boss, how did you come to India?"
Zong Ming glanced coldly at the scene where the bodies were piled up into mountains and rivers of blood. When he saw the Dalai Lama’s face clearly, his face "color" was slightly slow. Instead of answering the question of blood spirit, he walked up to the Dalai Lama and walked around him twice with a smile and said, "The Dalai Lama is really unable to turn around. I didn’t expect us to meet again so soon."
The Dalai Lama looked at Zong Ming with an expression on his face and said, "It’s hard to say that China’s" government "is successful or unsuccessful. Now that you are out of Zong Ming’s position, the general can say that the Buddha is blessing China and the Buddha aims to make China strong. Wang Shijie, the world has always been the law of the jungle, hopes that you can keep this strong."
Zong Ming smiled proudly and said, "Of course, Dalai, I can’t kill you now. I have to let you go back to China to be tried by the state and the people. We demand that you have a’ sexual’ life so that you can see the people of China standing on the highest mountain in the world!"
The Dalai Lama must be determined to escort him back to China. His face changed greatly. "You can kill me, but you must never insult the dignity and personality of my generation of living buddhas …"
Zong Ming smiled and said, "Do you still have dignity and personality? Do you consider yourself a member of the Chinese nation or a China in front of Americans and British people? " Wrong novel network does not skip words.