Chapter 2008: Danger

Although Ye Qian does not understand what kind of kungfu the is, but it is also two times with the gods, Ye Qian still knows that it is very difficult to directly attack the ontology while avoiding the god. The thing that forces the body's temperament out of the body to form an offensive way will inevitably limit the body to a very dangerous place. If you can't let the protect the body, isn't that a big flaw? People who think that the sky is shining will not be so stupid.
In other words, if you want to crack the god, the only way is to hit the directly, and then you can attack the ontology. This is only Ye Qian’s speculation. However, Ye Qian thinks this should be the only way. Last time in Angola, he saw with his own eyes how the old man was dealing with two people in the Azure. If there is a better way to crack the god, the old man should not take the hard way.
Ye Qian took a deep breath and raised his momentum to the highest. The spiral of Tai Chi in the body began to work quickly. An invisible airflow formed outside the body and hovered.
The old bark bark moved his body and only felt a pain in his body. He knew that his injury was still too heavy. I was afraid that there was no way to start. I couldn’t help but look at the wretched old man. The latter sneered and disappeared. There is any movement, and a strong temperament in front of his body gradually circling to form a human form, and this kind of is surrounded by the wretched old man, so that his whole body is surrounded by a strong spirit. Ye Qian’s guess is really good. It seems that it is not so easy to avoid the direct attacking ontology of God.
"Drink." The old man with white hair first made trouble and went to attack Ye Qian. Although his shoulder was stabbed by Chen Mo, the wound was not very deep. Just for such a long time, the blood of the wound was already scarred. Although the activity may not be as flexible as it used to be, it does not matter.
Ye Qian stood there quietly, and his movements did not move. His eyes were always on the wretched old man. For Ye Qian, this wretched old man is now his own enemy. There must be no trace of negligence. Otherwise, Once you are swayed by others, you can completely fall into a passive situation.
Just when the old man with white hair is about to reach Ye Qian’s side, suddenly, Chen Mo’s shot is a good thing. This old man with white hair still has to hand it over to Chen Mo, although the two’s efforts are still There is a certain gap, but Chen Mo is not mainly to kill him, but to delay the time, which is much simpler.
Seeing that Chen Molai was dealing with himself, the old man with white hair snorted in aggression, and he had such a good effort, but he was just stabbed by Chen Mo, which made the old man with white hair feel that he could not hang on his face. Nowadays, it is he who comes to cope with himself. The old man with white hair is naturally more angry in his heart, and he can't take care of anything else. He is willing to deal with Chen Mo wholeheartedly, hoping to solve him in the shortest time, and he can earn it for himself. A little face.
However, Chen Mo’s strategy is only to delay the time. However, he did not think that he should be hard-hitting with the old man who is white-haired. He has to attack the enemy with his own shortness. This is not something that Chen Mo does. He is not stupid enough to be weak. The thing that wins and wins is not that it has not happened. However, the key is to look at the strategy adopted. Therefore, Chen Mo is the most suitable way to deal with the old man who has white hair in this flexible way.
Ye Qian’s brow wrinkled tightly, staring at the wretched old man and glanced,
The first door, open the door, open, ... the sixth door, Jingmen, open.
Instant, Ye Qian’s body The momentum suddenly rose sharply, and the spiral Tai Chi's gas circling rapidly, which made Ye Qian's body as the center, and the leaves and dust around the three or four meters were rolled up.
The wretched old man couldn’t help but stunned. He was surprised and cried. He asked curiously: "How do you get this trick, what is your relationship with Ye Zhengran? As far as I know, this is the famous fame of Ye Zhengran. Door armor, right?"
"Yes, this is the eight-door armor." Ye Qian said coldly. "As for what is the relationship between me and Ye Zhengran, it is not something you should worry about. You still want to deal with it." Ye Qian knows that In the first time to solve the wretched old man, so the most direct way, but he also worried that the eight armor will cause a little damage to his body, when he has no resistance, he can become someone else The lamb to be slaughtered, so Ye Qian only opened six doors. With Ye Qian’s current physique, he opened six doors and should not hurt his body.
The wretched old man sneered and said: "You Chinese people say that Ye Zhengran is a genius. The martial arts are all fascinating. The eight-door armor is a unique way, and people dare not take a nap. However, these are just plagiarism of my island country. The eight-door armor is a kung fu from my island country. It is only improved by Ye Zhengran. What a genius, but just a thief who steals other people's things."
Ye Qian smiled coldly and said: "It’s just a joke. Your island people are really not shameless. The skin can be comparable to the wall of Xi’an. It’s so thick, and the kung fu comes from our China. Which kind of kungfu in your island country is not a copy of our Chinese martial arts. The eight-door armor evolved from the Qimen armor. It is also the martial arts of our China. You are brazenly saying that it is copying the martial arts of your island country. It is simply The big joke." After a pause, Ye Qian went on to say: "It is a waste of words to talk to someone like you. You are not saying that the eight armor is copying the martial arts of your island country. Ok, then you will take it. Convince me to be true, and die."
As the voice fell, Ye Qian suddenly rushed forward, punching the wretched old man, and the powerful spiral Tai Chi gas formed an invisible air wave, squatting toward the wretched old man. God shocked away, force to break, Ye Qian is also doing a temptation, try to see if this so-called is the same as he imagined.
"Hey." A loud noise, Ye Qian's fist is squatting on the of the gods. A strong recoil force stunned Ye Qian's arm. He could not help but frown and quickly withdraw. My heart is even more secretly surprised. Compared with the two people I met in Angola last time, it is obvious that this person in front of me is even more powerful. I have such great progress that I can’t defeat this. God, I really can't believe it.
On the same day, the old man seemed to have easily defeated the gods of the two island people and put them to death. According to such a situation, the old man’s effort was higher than himself. According to Zhao Ya, the old man was asked by the leader of the land to help himself. Then, the leader of Skynet will certainly not be willing, but the old man is always ordered by Skynet, so calculated, that day The mask of the man is not a kung fu but also far better than the old man, which also makes Ye Qian's heart to the fear of Skynet deepened.
If you can't cope with this wretched old man in front of you, how can you deal with the master of Skynet in the future, how to deal with the mask man? However, it seems that it is not so easy to crack the of this wretched old man. .
At the moment of Ye Qian’s sacredness, suddenly, the of the hand grabbed himself and Ye Qian did not hide from it. He was suddenly held in the hand by the god, the invisible air wave. As if gradually becoming tangible, grasping himself tightly, he could not break free. Ye Qian was obviously nervous and struggled constantly. However, the hand of the was tighter and tighter, as if to be himself. The body is pinched to death. Ye Qian only feels that the bones of the body seem to be broken like pieces. The internal organs are like the bursting of the pinch. A trace of blood flows down the corner of Ye Qian’s mouth. Ye Qian is not helpless. If you continue to do this, I am afraid that I will only have one way, and that is death. Therefore, we must find a way to get rid of the control of the gods as soon as possible.
The wretched old man smiled coldly and said smugly: "The famous wolf king Ye Qian on the rivers and lakes, it turns out that it is just that. It’s so magical about your legend. The original kung fu is like this. You should not do unnecessary. Struggling, just waiting for the bones and internal organs of the body to be crushed."
"Hey." Ye Qian snorted and said: "It seems that you are too early to be proud. Who wins and who loses, maybe."
Chen Mo naturally noticed the situation of Ye Qian. He was shocked and shouted: "Boss." The voice fell, Chen Mo also refused to take care of others. He hurriedly rushed toward Ye Qian, hoping to put Ye Qian. After he was saved, he knew that it was very dangerous for him to do so, but at this moment, he could not care so much at all.
Seeing Chen Mochao rushing over himself, Ye Qian was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "Chen Mo, you don't care about me, I am fine, you should be careful."
Chen Mo Yi Yi, turned his head and looked at it, but it was already too late to dodge. The old man with white hair looked at such a good opportunity, how could he easily miss it? From the beginning, Chen Mo has been fighting guerrilla warfare with himself, not with himself. Positive contact, harming oneself and nowhere to make it, now, finally find a chance, the old man who spends white hair will be missed, catching up, punching Chen Mozhen,
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