Chapter 179 You can’t escape my grasp
As the two of them staggered, the old monk took action directly, and aimed at Yunran's neck with a fierce grab.
Sensing the movement of the people behind him, Yunran didn't panic at all, and didn't even look back. That arm that looked particularly delicate easily blocked the old monk's attack.
There was a 'click', the sound of broken bones, but it was obviously not Yunran's.
Her body was originally fragile, but her immediate boss was a nice person, and he was really willing to give good things to her.
All those heavenly materials and earthly treasures have been used on him, and the effect will come out soon.
After all, the old monk was old. Even though he was stronger than many people, his bones were really not as hard as Yunran's.
Yun Ran then turned around and looked at the old monk with a joking face, his face twisted in pain, and the words in his mouth were even more heart-wrenching.
"Lao Deng is quite good at being a monster and insists on competing with young people. Now he has suffered a disaster, so be happy~"
The old monk's eyes were full of hostility, which finally destroyed all his pretended kindness.
"I originally planned to spare your life, but now, you are asking for it!"
As he spoke, the old monk endured the pain of a broken arm bone, took out a vajra, and began to attack Yun Ran.
It was also at this time that all the sins of killing emerged from the old monk's body, and the vajra in his hand was also filled with deep ghostly aura.
[Host, this man is a monster monk. Others are enlightened by the Buddha's light. This guy is filled with evil spirits. I don't know how many sins he has done before he is eroded like this by the evil spirits. 】
It looks even more evil than the ghost king beside Yun Ran before. Who dares to believe that a kind-hearted monk can kill more people than the ghost king.
Yunran nodded calmly: "Really, then let me see what you are capable of!"
When the peach wood sword appeared in Yun Ran's hand, the fighting spirit emanating from it shocked the old monk.
His vajra has been with him for many years, but it still doesn't have such a fighting spirit.
For a moment, the old monk felt a faint intention to retreat. He seemed to have really underestimated this mysterious master from China.
However, even if he wanted to escape, there was no chance. Yunran would not let him escape.
The two began to fight. Yun Ran threw out the sword flower and formed a seal with one hand, all heading towards the old monk.
The old monk was not in a hurry to dodge and had been hit several times in a row.
Yunran completely suppressed him and beat him. If he hadn't been protected by many magic weapons, he would have been captured by now.
But even so, he didn't get any good. The clothes on his body were all scratched by the sword flowers thrown by Yun Ran.
There were countless wounds all over his body, and his clothes were soon dyed red, making him look particularly terrifying.
With a "bang", the last magic weapon on the old monk's body was broken by Yunran's magic. There was nothing he could resist anymore.
The whole person was directly knocked out and hit the ground heavily. The wounds on his body were squeezed, and blood was pouring out desperately.
The hand that had already been fractured had a crisp click sound this time, and it was really broken this time.
With a "pop" sound, the old monk vomited out a large mouthful of blood. He looked as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden, and the ruddy face turned pale in an instant.
As for Yun Ran, who was opposite him, except for his hair being a little messy, he didn't have any wounds on his body. Anyone who sees this scene can clearly understand that this is no longer as simple as naked crushing.
Hisao Segawa, who was hiding not far away and watching this scene, covered his mouth tightly for fear of leaking his breath and being discovered by the evil star.
It is said that there is no harm without comparison, and Segawa Hisao believed that at this moment. At least he was only counterattacked by his own spell last time, and was not put on the spot by Yunran.
He had been forced to obey the teacher's orders before, but now he really had no resentment at all. He just wanted the teacher to hold on for a while longer and buy him time to escape.
Hisao Segawa immediately crawled to the ground and climbed cautiously in the opposite direction.
If he had known it earlier, he would not have come over to see it. Now, isn't he trying to set himself up?
Otherwise, Hisao Segawa hoped that the teacher could hold on longer to buy him time to escape. The old monk thought so too.
His arm was broken, and pain swept through his whole body, but compared to his life, this pain seemed nothing.
But Yun Ran's lock made him very clear that it would be difficult for him to escape from her sword.
In particular, Yunran is also a person who is proficient in magic. Even if he wants to abandon his body and escape as a soul, he has no way.
But as long as Yunran is slightly distracted, he can find a chance to escape.
At this time, the little apprentice who followed naturally became the chess piece he threw out.
"Hmph, don't be arrogant. You are only one person. You can't beat four hands with just two fists. Disciple, what are you waiting for? Take action!"
When the two sides are fighting, they must concentrate on it, but if someone wants to make a sneak attack, under normal circumstances, the person being attacked must look back.
And this is the old monk's opportunity.
The old monk has already accumulated strength. Although all the magic weapons on his body have been destroyed by Yunran's magic, it does not mean that he has no trump card.
But the old monk miscalculated. Yun Ran did not look back at the old monk's apprentice, but had a faint smile on his face.
"No matter what means you want to use, you can't escape my grasp."
The old monk had helpers, didn’t she? As Yunran finished speaking, all the remaining paper figures around her flew out.
One of them flew in the direction of Hisao Segawa, and the rest all flew to the top of the old monk's head to form a circle.
"However, what you just said reminded me that a bad guy like you must have a way to save his life. I have to guard against your dirty tricks. Now, you really can't run away~"
The old monk looked at the little paper figures forming a circle around him. The expressions on the faces of each little paper figure were vivid, as if they were really human beings.
One of the little paper figures was very excited and snatched the decorative rope from his waist.
He excitedly turned to Yunran and said: "Master, the two little ghosts tied here are the ones that screamed before. You see, the slap marks on their faces were made by me~"
The old monk originally came here for Yunran's technique of controlling the little paper figurines. Now he saw so many little paper figurines with his own eyes, and even invited them to pet them.
The whole person was shocked, thinking that he had been studying this skill for decades, but it was not as good as a little girl.
The frustration made him angry, and the jealousy made him have the idea of death together.
(End of chapter)