The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 283 The same technique

My grandfather's entire spell-casting process is in my eyes, and I don't know how to deal with such advanced Maoshan techniques as wind, snow and ice.

The tornado that went straight into the sky only rotated within the range of Tsubasa, and it has been spinning for hundreds of years. It has to be said that it is a miracle, and it also makes me very surprised by the power of the advanced Maoshan technique, which is more and more harmful to Sister Hua. A kind of admiration.

A woman can actually use the Maoshan technique to such an extreme, I don't think even my grandfather can break it, unless...

I thought of something.

However, in fact, either I think too much, or I watch too many fantasy movies. The story of consuming life to stimulate strength is too nonsense. Although I heard that there seems to be such a secret technique, my grandfather used it. Not this kind of mystery.

His method was very simple. He borrowed the short sword in his hand, which was called the dark sword by our ancestors, drew a spell in the air, and then chanted the spell directly at Sister Hua's tornado.

I opened the Nether Eyes and watched the dark sword shoot out a series of dark red sword lights following my grandfather's swing. The whole dagger seemed to become a long sword in an instant, and with the dancing of the sword lights, I feel a little bit of coolness!
When I looked closer, the surrounding houses began to make noises.

It's not that the house is about to collapse, but the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the windows, doors, and gaps between the walls of the house.

got windy!
My grandfather swung the dark sword at a constant speed, and once again drew a series of sword lights in the air. As he swung the dark sword so fast that it was blurred, I couldn't see his movements clearly. It was hard to imagine that he was in his 60s. The old man has such poor physical strength.

The faster he moved, the stronger the wind. With the wind, there were fallen leaves, sand, and even bricks from the roof that floated in from outside the village.

At this moment, I really understood how powerful my grandpa is, and also why my grandpa said to see whether it is your magic skills that are powerful, or mine.

Sister Hua’s Blizzard and Ice is borrowed from plant ash as the wind and snow according to the location, or it can be called black and gray.

And what my grandfather is displaying in front of him is also the wind, snow and ice, but the location he borrowed is the surrounding fallen leaves, mud and bricks.

I have to say that my grandfather is really talented in spells. He has been studying how to deal with the tornado created by Sister Hua for so many years. No one could have imagined that he would use this method of controlling the wind with the wind.

Obviously, among the few people present, only Daxiong didn't know what happened. He hid behind me nervously, using me as a windshield.

He murmured to me in a low voice: "Ning Wa, I didn't expect Grandpa Ou to be so fierce. This is no different from a god who summons wind and rain!"

It's quite refreshing to hear someone praise their family members.

I smiled triumphantly: "Hey, did you see that? When my buddy learns this skill in the future, you can kneel down!"

Nobita tightened his clothes in disdain: "My master seems to be very good too!"

I followed his gaze and saw the fat monk coming back slowly from the direction of the village entrance.

Every step he took was extremely heavy, and every step left a deep footprint on the dry dirt road.

He raised his hands high, and the blue veins on the exposed bronze-colored skin were bulging. At this moment, the fat on his body seemed to have turned into strong muscles, and every tendon bulged through his thin monk robe, showing a ferocious look. .

What caused the fat monk to be in this state was that on his raised arms, he lifted the tail of a towering tree that could only be embraced by three or four people, and walked over step by step, dragging the huge crown.

Although the crown of the tree has withered, the roots have been sawed off, and the heart of the tree is also dark and rotten, this does not change its weight much.

The ten or 20-meter-long tree body can fully explain how heavy it is.

At least I don't have the strength to drag such a big tree.

I just heard from my grandfather that there is such a strong man in this world. Those who are so powerful can even move mountains and fill seas.

I used to think that this kind of characters were all myths and legends, and the overlord lifting the tripod was already magical enough, but I didn't expect to see the real thing today.

What does the fat monk want to do?Nowhere to use your energy?impossible!
"Ou Qiankun, I'm here to cheer you on!"

The fat monk stopped a few tens of meters away from us, and a blush rose from his fat face.

"Ah! Heh! Give it to me!"

The fat monk roared angrily, bent slightly, and pulled the roots of the tree forward with both hands. The whole body of the big tree was pulled by this force, and was thrown into the sky by the fat monk like a cannonball.

Such a lot of strength!Is this monk a rocket launch booster?
I broke out in a cold sweat for a while, it was so brutal.

Looking at my grandfather again, he seemed to have waited a long time ago. He held a dark sword and pointed at the flying tree. A gust of wind wrapped around the thick tree stump, and rushed into the sky dusk.

Oh my god, at this moment I realized that my grandfather had gathered such a big wave of madness when he swung the dagger.

It was just like those tornadoes on TV, whistling and rolling, straight into the sky, but in terms of shape, it seemed to be a circle smaller than the gust of wind on the field...

Looking at my grandfather again, the old man's beard, eyebrows and hair have been erected, and his ferocious face was blown away by the strong wind. In Daxiong's words, it looks like the golden lion king has blown his hair. This hairstyle is so cool. dead.

With the addition of the giant tree, the light drawn by the dark sword in my grandfather's hand was obviously shortened, and the rise and fall of the arm was obviously a little slower.

The old man's body was trembling uncontrollably.

This is a performance that has reached its peak, and it is also a performance that is about to collapse.

It's like a weightlifter lifting a dumbbell that exceeds his strength, and the moment he prepares for the last move.

My grandfather, can he still do it?
I couldn't help being a little worried, my palm was full of sweat, and at some point, a small hand grabbed my palm tightly, and I felt that that small hand was also covered with cold sweat.

"Grandpa Ou seems to be beyond his ability!"

Yun Yun's voice sounded beside me.

I was about to say something when I heard my grandpa yelling, "Go!"

Following this roar, the dark sword in his hand was thrown forward with all his strength, and the tornado dancing wildly in front of him seemed to have received an order, moving its huge body crazily, and slammed straight into the ground. The still spinning tornado.

One yellow and one black, two violent hurricanes collided together, making a strange whining sound!

(End of this chapter)