Chapter 392 Spell Machine Gun

Li Hongxian has been fighting the martial arts for many years, relying on his brute force, and his moves are not subtle at all, so Chu Dong began to teach him, let him learn some simple power skills, how to make good use of his weapons, such as elbow strikes , such as a simple knee bump.

   Li Hongxian's biggest advantage is his body. He doesn't need any strange routines at all. As long as he can maximize his strength, he can be a complete mess.

So Chu Dong will come to teach him how to use simple to extreme attacks to make combos, how to use it in line with his power habit and physical condition. These are all analyzed by Chu Dong using intelligence and brain science, and they are perfect for He, Li Hongxian, is indeed talented in martial arts. In professional terms, his mind is pure, so he absorbed it very quickly. After seeing the effect, he also completely gave up the previous boxing routines.

Li Hongxian always felt that what Chu Dong taught him was a peerless boxing technique. He would brag about it when he met everyone. He also practiced with the Li family frequently. Only when he faced his own family could this group of rough people really play without restriction. This simple and unexplained combo has become the idol of the Li family.

Li Hongxian always asks what this boxing technique is called, as if in their eyes, if there is no name, it is a market martial artist, but to a certain extent, what Chu Dong taught him is a market move, which is just minimalist, extremely fast, and extremely fierce. , so Chu Dong named this set of fists, Wudingquan, because it really doesn't have a set form.

Li Hongxian is now using this set of Wuding Fist that Chu Dong tailored for him. It is extremely fierce. The most intuitive performance is that his attack speed is at least 50% faster than before, and his attack power has not dropped. even slightly improved.

The ghost army in front of Li Hongxian was beaten back and forth again and again, but no one was injured. The more Li Hongxian fought, the less confident he became. Every time he hit these ghosts, a strange force field would appear outside their bodies. This force field unloaded most of his attacks, and transferred the attack to everyone, which is equivalent to his attack being reduced by hundreds of times, and the left and right phalanxes are already moving towards him.

  Li Hongxian was about to retreat when Chu Dong shouted from behind: "Little Hong, you can come back!"

  Li Hongxian turned around and ran away, still scolding angrily: "You stinky boy! Don't call me little"

He stopped before he could finish his words, because he saw something that he might not understand in his life. Chu Dong was divided into two souls. The body was standing firmly on the ground. Mysterious blood red lines appeared on his face, and his soul body was hanging in the air.

If it were just these, it would be fine. What was outrageous was that countless spells were appearing out of thin air beside Chu Dong. Ten palm-sized black iron plates were flying up and down. Thousands of Sunburst Talismans built with soul power, Li Hongxian suddenly felt so small.

  Li Hongxian asked in a voiceless voice, "What kind of technique are you doing!"

  Chu Dong smiled slightly: "Printing!"

With a big wave of Chu Dong's hand, the thousands of talismans were like a large net, and the ghost army shrouded in front of them. The whole world seemed to tremble when the spell exploded. The thick ghost qi was completely dispelled. It was slanted, but they carried it down anyway, and they were still going to continue to fight against Chu Dong. After all, this kind of technique requires preparation time, but as soon as the smoke cleared, hundreds of spells flew over.

Chu Dong's side controlled ten printing plates to keep flying, and the spell appeared out of thin air. He only needed to hit the spell out. The speed was comparable to a machine gun, and even the weakest Sunburst Talisman should not have such a spell. Frequency, even the highest realm of the spell can't have this effect.

Talismans are just energy circuits. Since Chu Dong has mastered the technology of circuit boards, he can completely print talismans. However, each circuit of talismans is exquisite, and the angle and sequence need to be controlled. As long as the intellectual brain is perfectly regulated, the spell can be re-engraved, so spell printing appeared.

This printing plate can print talismans as long as the soul power is injected into it. If it is ordinary people, this just saves them the step of drawing talismans. The soul power must be pure and solid. If there is so much soul power, the talisman It's not difficult anymore, this printing plate seems a bit redundant, and soul power is a small amount of energy that recovers slowly compared to mantra power and yang qi, but in Chu Dong it's different, he is unlimited.

The power of the imperial object controls the movable type template, coupled with the perfect control of the intellectual brain, combined with the ability of Chu Dong's soul to leave the body, the power of the soul can be almost infinite, and this printed version of the spell machine gun is created. This machine gun is not a single point, but a facet bombardment.

The scene exploded all at once, all kinds of energies intertwined, black gas, smoke and red mist intertwined and mixed completely unable to see things. After a minute of indiscriminate bombardment, Chu Dong finally stopped, he was afraid of the army on the opposite side. It was really blown up, and when the underworld collapsed, it would also be troublesome.

   "Xun word, the wind is rising!"

Chu Dong's hands formed seals, the Qimen opened wide, the breeze blew his face, and all the smoke and dust were blown away. The three square formations in front of him had already retreated dozens of meters, and they had formed a defensive formation, completely unable to shrink back. Dong thought right, this ghost army knows how to use the military formation to exert its own abilities.

However, Chu Dong doesn't care. In theory, he is prostituting for nothing. His soul power has been restored just by observing the battlefield. He can continue to bomb, and he is not limited to the Sunburst Talisman. The second round The indiscriminate bombardment began. The ghost army had just adapted to the defense of one type of spell, and then another came. The printing plate flew up and down. Chu Dong kept controlling the spell and blasted forward. Li Hongxian and Huo Shu stood in Chu Dong. All numb behind.

  Huo Shu asked with some doubts: "Excuse me, is this the real warlock?"

Li Hongxian didn't know how to answer, she said a **** word and didn't answer, Huo Shu scratched her head, she was really curious, because the warlocks sent by Da Zou had never been so fierce, she wondered if it was the Da Zou faction The warlocks who came were all low-end warlocks, and Chu Dong was the real warlock.

   He is highly skilled in medicine, knowledgeable, understands Feng Shui, and understands the underworld. There seems to be no end to his methods, and he must be the top existence among the warlocks.

  Li Hongxian may think that swearing is not good, and they really haven't seen too many warlocks. After a while, he replied: "Don't get me wrong, that's all he is."

The second wave of bombing was over, and the phalanx had already been blown up by Chu Dong. No matter how defended Wushuang was, they couldn't stand the bombardment of this frequency. The main reason was that they formed a phalanx, so the area that could be attacked. Greatly increased, if Li Hongxian came to resist this wave of attacks, he would not be affected at all.

Another gust of wind blew the smoke away, and the ghost army retreated directly into the thick ghost fog, but immediately a team came out carrying a bronze coffin. They threw the coffin on the ground and retreated. He also didn't dare to approach Chu Dong.

Chu Dong didn't quite understand it. He returned to the main body, and ten printing plates in the air flew back to Chu Dong's hands in a string. These printing plates were very thin, and there were clips between each other, which could be perfect. put together.

   "What did they mean, they didn't want to fight me, and then threw a coffin at me?"

   At this moment, the coffin lid of the bronze coffin was pushed open from the inside. A man in his thirties stretched out, his bones creaked and his body was probably rusted.

  The man stood up from the coffin and said softly, "Has the hibernation plan been interrupted?"

   (end of this chapter)