Transformed Into a Wild Female Anchor

"it is good."

The condensed shouts of the two seniors were mixed with Mao Mao's cheerful response, and Jia Long felt calm when he listened.

The combat effectiveness of the three bears is completely guaranteed, so Jia Long is quite relieved.

Four figures, all the way to the wind and clouds, using Jia Long's swordsmanship as the pioneer, cut through, leaving behind a twisted tree root residue.

They coincided with each other, each of them looked for a prescription and spread out on both sides.

Along the way, Jia Long led Maomao. Although Jia Long's hand was broken, the Dragon Spring Sword, which was increasingly revealing the power of the magic weapon, was the main attack weapon, pushing the roots of the tree stumps forward.

The other road is the old Taoist leader, holding an ancient sword that I don’t know how many years he has used, and with the real sword edge, leading the old monk to work together to chop the roots of the other road.

If it goes well, the two roads will cut off all the roots on both sides, and then merge at the other end of the stump.

But if it is ‘smooth’.

In fact, how can it go smoothly.

boom--

The old monk held a big iron rod in his hand, knocked it down, and knocked a stick as thick as the root of a man's waist protruding from the bottom of a tree stump.

"Huh-"

The old monk was faltering, several injuries, and high-intensity fighting, so that he was already at the end of the battle.

The old man in his hand, the big iron rod that used to be invincible, is now too heavy, and he feels unmovable.

He suddenly remembered why there was a gap with the old way in the first place.

It has nothing to do with the length of combat power, but to argue about whether the use of heavy weapons is reasonable...

"It seems that he still has a certain point, but the old monk, I, I will not fall here before the lamp is dead!"

The old monk struggled to turn around the iron giant stick. After a turn, his divine power exploded, and then he swung down a thick root of the tree.

But precisely because of the hard work, his movements became a little sluggish.

"Hehe..."

Behind the next root of the tree, there was a small, smiling figure whose eyes were blood red, like a human child, but like a stubborn monkey.

When the old monk burst into force and smashed into the root of the tree, the tiny figure laughed like a child, and then jumped up flexibly.

哐——

The old monk swept down the iron rod, and with his infinite figure, he smashed the iron rod against the root of the tree, smashing it into a mess.

But the extremely flexible and tiny figure, leaping up flexibly as the size of a baby, stomped on the old monk's iron rod with its dexterous monkey feet, and then rushed towards the old monk's cheek along the iron rod.

"not good!"

Under the care of the old monk, he didn't notice the strange little animal coming, and it was so fast that he ran to the front of the old monk's arm after a short while.

Sharp claws stretched out eighty or nine centimeters of thick nails, aimed at the muscles of the old monk's chest, and a claw pierced in!

puff.

"evil creature!"

The old monk staggered, let go of the big iron rod in his hand, slapped his palm as if it contained wind and thunder, and photographed the head of this urchin and monkey-like monster, smashed its head and rolled into the distance.

"Monk, how are you?"

The veteran leader who stood in front of him, this shock was not trivial, and he asked hurriedly.

"It's okay, you fight."

The old monk's chest was already covered with blood, but he waved his hand to indicate that it was OK.

The veteran Daoist is also an extraordinary expert. Although he was surprised, he kept his arms and swordsmanship extremely fast, cutting through the roots of the stump monster more quickly.

In the meantime, there was that kind of agile baby monster, jumped up from the hidden place of the roots, and launched a surprise attack at him, but because of the flexible and fast swordsmanship, he was killed one by one in the air by the old Taoist priest.

"The battle for weapons has finally come to an end..."

The old monk looked at the same age old Dao who was exhausted, but still had the power of a battle, and let out a long sigh.

"Amitabha."

Then, the monk slowly sat down cross-legged on the spot, with no sadness or joy, folded his hands, and chanted the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

"Nanwu Amidapo Ye Dota Gadoya, Duo Di Yeta Amida Papi..."

His expression gradually stretched, revealing a knowing smile.

And the sound of his chanting of the Buddha's horns is also slowly becoming smaller, and finally it resembles a mosquito, and then it disappears completely invisible.

The old monk closed his eyes so tightly, as if he fell asleep normally, he was silent.

Pyridine--

Pyridine--

Two sword blades, one on the left and the other on the right, circled the giant tree stump with a diameter of 30 meters, converging in one place, and together they cut off a thick, creepy root of an adult's waist.

When the last root of the tree was cut off, the huge giant stump seemed to have no mobility anymore, and the giant body trembled for a while. After that, a large amount of foul-smelling red liquid spewed from the roots and could no longer move.

"This stump monster has so many roots, there are hundreds of main roots, it's exhausted."

Jia Long was free now, and wiped off his fragrant sweat.

"What's the hairy inside?"

Following him, the fluff that had barely dried up, also learned to wipe his forehead.

Originally thought that Senior Taoist Master would have a few words with him, Jia Long discovered that the kind Senior Taoist Master looked serious at this time and did not respond to Jia Long's words at all.

puff……

He even turned his head and walked back, as if not giving Jia Long face.

"Ok?"

Jia Long was startled at first, then as if thinking of something, a pretty face turned pale suddenly.

Without saying a word, she followed the old master and walked to the other side of the stump together.

It didn't take long before she and the old Dao seniors discovered the old monk who seemed to be ordinary, such as the real Taoist monk, who entered the serenity cross-legged.

The blood soaked his chest, and there was a slender claw wound that penetrated the heart.

At the moment when he saw this scene, Jia Long only felt that his chest suddenly shrank, and an indescribable emotion came from the bottom of his heart.

No breath.

One of Long Xia’s famous Dinghai Shenzhen, the senior monk who had guarded Long Xia for decades, actually died in battle and passed away here...

Jia Long felt that in the fierce battle just now, he didn't lose much strength, but at this time, his whole body was limp, like noodles, and he couldn't stand steady.

Buzzing.

At this moment, it's not just her.

The drone did not evade, but was unwavering, following in Jia Long's footsteps, faithfully recording the scene of the old monk passing away on the edge of the battlefield, and then conveying it to all people in the world...

The death of a super master is a matter of national mourning for the country to which he belongs.

And sitting in Longxia for decades, with countless military exploits, it is equivalent to the death of the old Dinghai Shenzhen, and it is a major event that will tremble in the world.

Dinghaishenzhen not only fixed Longxia's sea, but the existence of the two of them even had the effect of stabilizing the international situation.

In secret, the many wars in the world are because of these two people who spoke openly or secretly that they prevented disputes and wars. In a sense, the two old predecessors are the world’s Dinghai Shenzhen. The savior of countless people.

Wow...

Far away in Long Xia, the heads of the troops who watched this scene through the camera, a celebrity with a sad expression, rolled down and stood up in tears.

Furthermore, it is a silent military salute.

puff.

Long Xia dignitaries all bowed at the same time.

Even the high-level officials of all the countries and the military leaders, as long as they know the passing of Longxia Dinghai Shenzhen, all bowed their heads heartily.

Even if they don't know what the two Dinghai Shenzheng have done in the past, but only know that they are ordinary netizens of Dinghai Shenzhen, at this moment, all the members mourned in grief.

The whole world, for this one hundred and twenty years old, still gave up his life, dragged his aging body into the front line of the battlefield, and finally cherished the unnamed old monk who sacrificed in the New World Tower for the welfare of mankind. Mourn.

噗倏——

With his back to Jia Long's senior Taoist leader, no one could see his face clearly.

But when Jia Long was leaning against the tree stump and feeling extremely uncomfortable, he found a few crystal clear tears rolling on the feet of the old man.

Yes, I am afraid that the most heartbroken person in the whole world is this old way of saying "Dinghai Shenzhen" with the monk's predecessors.

The one-hundred-year-old elder man has gone through an unknown number of battles, let alone sent away how many comrades in arms, he shouldn't have been so prone to mood swings.

But Senior Daoist, a person who has attained the true immortality of Dao, is still a senior monk, and shed tears.

Nothing else, just because the two really have a lot of friendship.

The lack of contact for a few years is not because of the same situation, but because it is deep in my heart.

Two old urchin-like super masters may have died of old age or battle without each other. Because of a comparison, they have lived together for so long and become stronger and stronger, and finally they are called Longxia Dinghai Shenzhen.

Now that one monk one by one, one of the immortals has passed away, can the other old way be sad?

"Senior Taoist, it's all my fault... If I insisted just now and told you not to follow, it won't happen, it's all my fault..."

Jia Longdai frowned, and she choked.

She felt it was her fault.

"No, this is the life of the old monk, little layman, don't blame yourself."

The old Daoist waved his hand gently, moved lightly, and approached the old monk who was sitting cross-legged with great difficulty, and then squatted down to tidy up the messy clothes for the lifeless monk.

"My friend, you are also gone. From now on, no one in the world will care about brothers with me. Old bald donkey, old bald donkey, how should you deal with yourself when you are called poor."

sand.

The old Daoist stood up suddenly and raised his head to look up at the upper passage opening of the stump.

"It's better to go back, it's better to go back, more than one hundred and twenty years, the sound is alive, it is considered long enough."

On his ruddy face, now fatigued and heartbroken, he turned pale quickly.

The whole person seemed to have the will to die.

Bang--

Suddenly, a figure suddenly jumped up from under the stump, and the speed was unparalleled.

Even the extremely strong veteran has never grasped her figure.

Clang.

A sword lay in front of the old Taoist chief, and the strong wind swept up the old Taoist temple.

The palm of the person holding the sword trembled slightly, and his low body was also completely trembling because of his emotions.

"Senior Taoist, you... take the body of the senior monk down the tower."

The figure with its head lowered, said softly in a sweet tone with a hint of heroism.

She is Jia Long.

"Little layman, this won't work."

"You go back!"

Jia Long screamed suddenly, with an astonishing shock wave in his voice, like a fluffy Xiong Xiao skill, blowing the old way's already flying sideburns as if he had encountered a twelfth degree typhoon.

Bit by bit of white, it began to be filled with smoke, and gradually covered the surface of the slim girl's body.

Yin Yin-Yin Yin...

Along with this white bit by bit, slowly covering her whole body, finally, her entire delicate body was completely enveloped in white smoke.

Under the mist, a sharp sword resembled the most mysterious and powerful Long Xia ancient sword.

She has a fluttering dress, and her dress is like a fairy tale from the painting. With the mist shrouded in the mist, everything under the mist becomes mysterious and full of power and treacherousness.

Yes, in front of the veteran leader and the eyes of countless people in the live broadcast room, Jia Long developed the'faceless skills', from the ordinary low-headed figure, bit by bit, to the Valkyrie !

The time was just right, and the Valkyrie mode was turned on enough to re-appear in the most perfect state.

"..."

A piece of silence, not only in the live broadcast room, but also the seniors standing in front of Jia Long, with a visionary heart, were all speechless due to the sly scenes.

"If you take the senior monk back, he may still be saved."

When the faceless skills completely cover oneself, a temperament and familiarity that only belongs to the ‘valkyrie’ also emerges spontaneously.

Jia Long forced himself to smile slightly, and then twisted slightly before disappearing out of thin air in the sight of the veteran senior.

"?"

When the Taoist heard about his reputation, he saw a woman shrouded in white mist, squatting down, and a jade palm filled with envelopment touched the wound on the chest of the senior monk.

Om...

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