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Chapter 653 Wang Ye: Being a good painter, why can't you think about it?
Insert five blood-stained fingers haunted by unknown imps into the five-color paint powder sac at the waist. After the blood mixed with the paint, a strange rhythm flickered faintly. There is a slight distortion in the light and shadow inside.

The king didn't dare to procrastinate, and the nine palaces and gossip formed instantly with a light step on his feet, and a vast array of strange gates with a radius of nearly a thousand meters was born along with the trend, not only including the two people in the competition, but also half of the seats. Mahabodhi Temple is shrouded in it.

However, at the moment when Wang Ye set up the Qimen Bureau, a mass of pitch-black and monstrous demonic flames visible to the naked eye suddenly erupted in the Mahabodhi Temple, and an indescribable palpitation suddenly oppressed his chest.

A trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, and Wang also understood that this was the "little lesson" given to him by the moody Zhang San who thought his strange game offended him. The coverage of Qimen Bureau.

Wang Ye was also caught by Ai Paide in the cross-air fight with Zhang San. Although he didn't really want to take advantage of others, but because of the terrible consequences of the unknown punishment after losing the battle, he had no choice but to choose to take advantage of it. shot.

Pulling out a blank canvas with a strange fragrance from the other side of the waist, Ai Paide pressed his blood-stained five fingers on the canvas.

As his five fingers fluttered, in less than a few seconds, five scary masks with green faces and fangs, although they were different in shape and color, appeared on the paper.

The next moment, under the amazed eyes of everyone in the Haoqi League, the blue, green, yellow, blue, and red five-color mask on the canvas came to life.

Ai Paide pointed at Wang Ye with his right hand stained with paint, and five masked heads flew into the air with a whoosh, turning into five ferocious flying barbarians and rushing towards Wang Ye.

They whimpered and screamed incomprehensibly, or swallowed poisonous mist, or were full of flying insects, or had golden eyes, or sprayed frost and flames, and their momentum was terrifying.

Seeing the five methods of poison, Gu, light, ice, and flame attacking at the same time, the king also had a calm face, and he unhurriedly pinched his fingers: "Zhenzi-Thunder!"

Following his soft shout, the qi billowing in the Qimen Bureau turned into countless blue lightning thunder snakes, drowning the five strange masked flying heads in the rumbling thunder.

However, the next second.

"Ow—"

The five flying heads easily penetrated through Wang Ye's Thunder line of defense, as if they were not under any attack, and attacked in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Calmly looking at the approaching green mist and poisonous smoke, Wang also keenly noticed that the other party was manipulating the other four heads flying a little slower to block his possible retreat route. Once he chooses to dodge, no matter which direction he hides, he will Got struck by a thunderbolt.

"Interesting, since thunder and lightning don't work...Kun character - Tuheche!"

The huge stone dragon rose from the ground, and lifted the king who was stepping on it to the sky in an instant. The poisonous smoke flew past the target and at the same time slammed into the "mountain", knocking it out with a bang. A large pit was formed, countless broken rocks and rocks rolled down, and a large cloud of smoke and dust was thrown up in an instant.

"Hmm... very interesting spell."

Wang Ye sat cross-legged on the top of the stone dragon and manipulated it to dodge the attack of the flying head. Wang Ye twisted his chin and muttered to himself:
"There is no need to try again for Luan Jin Tuo, everyone who has been branded with that "curse mark" by Zhang San is very difficult to restrain, and the only way to defeat the opponent is to rely on hard power.

But the strange thing is that the Taoist school obviously pays attention to attracting the nine-day god thunder to purify demons and exterminate demons. It is said that the best way to break this kind of magic is the series of "shock" spells... Why didn't the thunder just now have any effect?
Not only those five flying heads, but the shock word I just said - Thunder also covered the enemy on the opposite side within the range of the spell. Why can he also ignore my attack?

no!Let's try again..."

Wang also didn't forget to use other spells to test while he was lost in thought, but the result of the test made him even more confused.

Spells such as flame, lightning, golden illusion, and frost have no effect at all, and only physical spells such as earth, water, and wood can cause a small amount of obstruction to these masked flying heads.

"Damn it! What the hell is this? You can't escape and you can't kill it... Did this guy raise five Zhang Chulans in the painting?"

Although he kept complaining, Wang also analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of the five flying heads while constantly dodging and probing, and the situation in the field fell into a short-term stalemate.

Zhao Haitang looked up at the scene where Wang Ye was chasing the five flying heads on a stone dragon in mid-air, and couldn't help frowning: "Brother Feng, you are the most knowledgeable about the methods of strangers among us." The wide one, have you seen what method the other side is using?"

"Some guesses." Feng Xingtong stared intently at the battle situation in the field, nodded slightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the essence of the other party's so-called secret painting technique should be the Nuo technique of the Southeast Asian generation!"

"Nuoshu? What's that?" Zhao Haitang asked curiously, obviously never heard of this name.

Feng Xingtong revealed the color of memory: "I also heard from my father that the so-called 'Nuoshu' is a kind of witchcraft just like my family's "Juling Sending Generals". A dance performed when praying to God.

Nuo, one person, one difficulty, means to solve people's worries and problems, and Nuo art refers to a sacrificial technique with proper manners and moderate actions, which has the function of "inviting the upper body of the gods, expelling plague ghosts, and eliminating disasters and najibs". "

"That's right... But Brother Feng, why do I see that the painter opposite is not as decent as you said?"

"That's because the real Nuo technique has gradually been lost in the passage of thousands of years, and now among flower growers, only some southern minorities have preserved a little bit of inheritance, but Southeast Asia and the neon area have escaped from ancient times. The Chinese have inherited some superficial aspects of Nuo technique.

For example, the "two-faced Nuo" with two heads and four arms in ancient neon legends, and the branch of Nuo that is clearly demarcated in the Southeast Asian head-down technique, these are the representative products of Nuo that were localized after it was introduced to those places. "

As he said that, Feng Xingtong pointed to the paint and scroll on Ai Paide's waist, and said, "Did you see those two things? In my opinion, the paint should be made from Gu powder, which is commonly used in the head-down technique." Yes, and the picture scroll should be from one of his relatives...you know.

In short, although the so-called "nuo technique" of enslaving the "witch god" with evil methods has already fallen into the evil way, the essence of the five flying heads is still the righteous witch god to eliminate disasters. Only Zhang's picture scroll magic weapon can see Wang Yege's thunder and flames as nothing. "

Having said that, Feng Xingtong saw Zhao Haitang's hesitant expression, so he added with a smile:
"Don't worry, this kind of evil method is not invincible. You must know that the witch gods invited by Nuoshu are all simple-hearted good gods. There is a heavy price to pay! We don’t need to do much, just wait and see what happens.”

"I see." Zhao Haitang nodded with a clear face.

However, the young groundhog who was paying attention to the battle situation did not notice that when Feng Xingtong beside him was looking at the five powerful witch gods in the sky, his eyes could hardly restrain the strong desire...

In the midst of the battle, Ai Paide didn't know that his trump card had been taken into consideration. At this time, he was trying to suppress the backlash of witchcraft.

Although the picture scroll in his hand was refined from the corpse of his cousin Asibian in order to avenge the Angel Cult, the origin was not as crazy as Feng Xingtong guessed, and the resistance when serving the witch god was not outsiders It is as huge as imagined, but it is definitely not a simple matter to manipulate five witch gods at once.

In particular, the king on the opposite side seems to have noticed the weakness of the cunning painting technique, which is capable of attacking and defending but consumes a lot of energy. Since just now, he has been releasing those annoying stone dragons to block the approach of the witch gods. It seems that he has made up his mind. delay.

"Damn it, I'm sure I'll lose if I go around like this... There's no way, I'm sure I'll lose with one move!"

Thinking of this, Ai Paide clenched his right hand, which was still bleeding from blood, into a fist. After the blood and paint filled his palm, he raised his hand and slapped the scroll hard, leaving a scar on it. Handprints covered in mixed paint and blood.

In the next moment, Wang, who was gradually getting more comfortable fighting with the witch gods in the sky, only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the five masks shot towards the ground with a whoosh.

Bang bang bang bang bang—!
After five soft sounds, a hideous mask painted with five-color patterns covered Ai Paide's face, and his aura changed dramatically.

"I'm sorry, I have Liyu who is not tender to lose! God in the painting, please give me strength—!"

In the distance, Wang also saw Ai Paide's figure soaring into the sky in disbelief, rushing towards him wrapped in five colors of light, the speed was far faster than the five masks just now, wrapped in wind and thunder like a shooting star from the sky.

"Come on, if Ni can take this blow, it will be considered a loser. This is the final punch that I bet everything on, haha——!"

However, the next second.

thump—

Boom-!
After a tooth-piercing loud muffled sound, the right fist that Ai Paide swung with all his strength was directly dragged back to him by Wang Ye's Taiji Yun hand with a block, a stick, a lead, and a wave. own face.

A round pit more than ten meters deep was smashed out on the ground, and the mask of the witch god was also on the verge of breaking.

With a sound of pata, Wang, who fell back to the ground, trotted all the way to Ai Paide's side, picked up his arm and signaled his pulse, and then his face brightened.

"Fortunately, although the injury is serious, but fortunately there is still a pulse."

As he spoke, he skillfully took out the remaining half of the life-saving black ice needle used for fortune-telling and pierced it on Ai Paide, while babbling.

"Have you stopped now? You said that you are a painter with a pen, and you are fine. What kind of bastard fists are you like a Wudang disciple? I thought I had to use the new tricks I learned recently to win. What are you doing?" Don't give me a chance to show off!"

"..." Ai Paide, who was lying face down on the ground, had already regained consciousness after getting the needle, but after hearing Wang Ye's words, he resolutely chose to continue to pretend to be unconscious.

No way, it's so embarrassing.

If he used his big move and rushed over, he would be caught in an instant. This kind of record would probably be laughed at by the clowns to death, right?
In this way, Ai Paide was carried away by the younger brothers of Quanxing International with a feeling of anxiety, and no one else took a second look at this loser, only Feng Xingtong looked at his distant figure thoughtfully .

Those witch gods are so strong!How can I snatch it... Ahh!How can they be rescued from the hands of the evil crafter?
Although Lu Liang noticed Feng Xingtong's strange expression, he didn't pay much attention to it. Seeing that Ai Paide was carried away, he took a step forward, and said openly: "The first game was won by the Guimeng, and the courtesy is reciprocal. Let us designate the candidate first...Mr. Ledger!"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie——! Follow orders, my young master."

With a nervous smile on the corner of his mouth, Heath Ledger, who was painted with clown makeup, came to the front of the Haoqi League with two steps, and clasped his fists in a crooked salute.

"What's the inside story? Oh yes, I'm a full-sex clown, please give me some advice, heroes!"

Seeing that the person sent by Lu Liang was a clown, Feng Xingtong felt a little bitter in his heart.

The person in front of him is definitely a famous person in the intelligence network of the Haoqi League. Although his past achievements are very low-key, just look at him leading the Arkham Council, which is equivalent to the "ugly country" for more than ten years. It can be known from the fact that Reid has always been a little bit behind when he fights against him. This is definitely a top ruthless character who hides his secrets.

Even Feng Xingtong was somewhat skeptical that the strength of this clown was probably still higher than that of Chandra, the "Loyal Dog Saint Monk" who Quanxing International claimed to be the second strongest.

'Facing an opponent of this level, it seems that Tian Ji's horse racing strategy can only be used to lose first. '

Thinking in his heart, Feng Xingtong sighed and said: "This one is up to the younger brother—"

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhao Haitang behind him hurriedly said: "Let me do this one!"

"Brother Haitang, you—?"

Feng Xingtong looked back, but saw Zhao Haitang approaching his ear with a relaxed smile.

"Brother Feng, I understand what you're thinking. We probably won't be able to win this match. Since we're going to lose, of course I, the person with the strongest self-protection ability, should be allowed to fight~ Isn't it?"

"...Okay, Brother Haitang, please pay attention. The records of clowns in the archives are extremely cruel and vicious. There are many records of him playing tricks on his opponents to death. Don't take it lightly. Your own safety is the first priority!"

"Don't worry, I'm going~"

Zhao Haitang walked forward with his hands in his pockets, and stood in front of Heath Ledger with his opponent at a distance.

"I'm Zhao Haitang, the 'Duobao Poet Sage' of the Haoqi League, please enlighten me, senior clown!"

PS: The chapter is updated

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