He couldn't frown slightly: "Amitabha, the donor has such a cruel heart. That's it, let me wake you up."

As he said that, he immediately sacrificed himself to pounce on him.

Qinglong smiled grimly: "The boy who is not dry and has a bad breast, I'll give you my best wishes."

As he said that, two dragon breaths swung slightly and rushed towards him.

He was not as solemn as the treasure, and there was no trace of wavering or hesitation in his eyes, as if what he was about to face was not the flame that could burn people to ashes, but the drizzle.

Although Yang Ni felt nervous, he had experienced games with this little monk. He knew that his strength was not inferior to any adult. He held the silver knife backhand and was ready to support him at any time.

Sure enough, just as the dragon breath was about to sweep across Bude, a golden light suddenly burst out from his eyebrows.

The light became bigger and bigger, gradually spreading to his whole body.

A golden phantom of an ancient bell would not be covered inside, and Sanskrit mantras kept passing by like chains on the surface of the ancient bell.

Longxu suddenly pounced on him, but he was blocked by the Golden Bell.

The unbearable natal [Vajra] is the best at defending. Once the golden bell comes out, whether it is physical or magical damage, even mental attacks will be blocked.

Moreover, his golden bell is not just covering himself.

The Golden Bell can defend against damage from the outside world for a certain period of time, but it does not affect the attacks of the person inside the Bell.

Moreover, with the blessing of the Golden Bell, the unsuccessful attack will also have the effect of breaking the evil.

Although he is small, in terms of organizational strength, he ranks almost the second in the entire Hope Noodle Restaurant, second only to Yang Ni.

He carried this powerful golden bell and rushed to the top of the Qinglong, looked at the right position, and punched it out.

The attack method that cannot be attacked is very simple, just a simple punch and kick to the opponent, but after being blessed by his natal life, no one will underestimate his attack.

Qinglong’s way of adding points is quite extreme, all of which are added to mental power, while the rest are supplemented by equipment.

He had no confidence that he could take the punch that he could not do, and immediately pressed the palm of his right hand with his left hand and sprayed a mouthful of dragon breath again.

This time, the dragon breath emitted dazzling white light. Although it was covered by Golden Bell's ears, you could still feel the super high temperature outside.

The blazing dragon breath directly sprayed onto the head and chest that could not be achieved.

But it seems that I still haven't seen all this, neither taking any defensive measures nor avoiding them, and rushed over directly like this.

The dragon's breath became stronger and stronger, and the entire street seemed to be filled with dazzling white light.

However, a fist with a golden spell splits the dragon's breath like a bamboo shoot, and with the momentum of ten thousand pounds, it directly rushed to the Qinglong's forehead.

With this momentum, Qinglong would definitely not be able to take this punch.

The female knight, who was disturbed by various flying insects by Ma San, looked here in panic, and a look of sadness appeared in her eyes.

It seems that she has known this man named Qinglong for a long time.

Qinglong sighed softly, and he finally understood that this young man who was shrouded by the golden bell, who seemed to be only in his teenage years could completely ignore his dragon breath attack.

In fact, this is also because the natal [Vajra] must not be upgraded to level 3 not long ago. In addition to improving its ability, it also adds an additional demon-breaking effect.

His Golden Bell cover has a certain chance of ignoring any magical attacks from the other party.

This was originally a kind of defense enhancement, but if the passive skill "Golden Body" must not be triggered at the same time, the "shield" that can defend against everything will be transformed into an invincible "spear".

Because the distance is too close, Qinglong has no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death.

He killed countless people, and his life was like grass in his eyes.

In the previous games, in order to win a good meat shield and facilitate his full attack, he once rescued the female knight several times.

The woman naturally knew his true intention, but for her, an ordinary girl who was abandoned by her family in a fire and burned to death, her obsession was to "make yourself important so that someone could protect herself when the crisis came."

Qinglong's actions actually coincided with her obsession, making her feel the security and warmth of being protected, so many people took the initiative to save Qinglong.

In a sense, this girl who is protected by silver armor and always hides herself behind the hard and cold iron sheet is somewhat similar to Liang Chun, who just wants to enjoy ordinary life.

If she hadn't met the Emperor.

However, Qinglong waited for 2 or 3 seconds, and the fist that was moving forward, as if he was about to smash him into pieces had not arrived for a long time.

He struggled to open his uncontrollable eyes, and was even more surprised to find that his fist was stopped at less than 5 cm from the center of his eyebrows.

He could not even feel the golden Sanskrit words on his fist that were as if they were alive.

No, slowly put away your fists, put your hands together and stood there an arm away from Qinglong, lowering your head and whispering: "Amitabha, donor, have you felt the fear of death? Have you ever thought about how great fear and pain those who die under your hands will endure. I hope you will be able to do it in the future."

Qinglong said "bang", and sat on the ground with his butt, and supported his body with his hands backwards.

There seemed to be an illusion in his eyes that this little monk, who was only 1.34 meters tall, indeed seemed more mature and taller than himself.

In his eyes, he could even see a strong look of compassion.

His grief and sadness were not only for the piles of corpses burned by Longji, but also for the bloodthirsty death of Qinglong.

Seeing that Qinglong was safe and sound, the female knight in armor quickly pulled the last centipede-like insect that had half of her body penetrated into her flesh, ran to Qinglong and asked, "Are you okay?"

Qinglong raised his head, his eyes seemed to be unable to focus, and murmured: "Am I really wrong? Humans are obviously a group of large earth garbage toll stations that are worthless and can only produce garbage."

However, as a woman with armor, she did not see the centipede that had half of her body torn off by him. Although the second half had been torn off by her and threw it on the ground, the first half still drilled forward a few times, carefully avoiding the nerves and blood vessels, as if she wanted to find a warmer place.
Chapter completed!