Deconstruction is Weird

Li Hongxian has mastered martial arts for many years, relying entirely on his brute strength, and his moves are not subtle at all, so Chu Dong began to teach him, let him learn some of the simplest techniques of exerting force, how to make good use of his own weapons, such as elbow strikes , such as a simple knee bump.

Li Hongxian's biggest advantage is his body, he doesn't need strange routines at all, as long as he can exert his strength to the maximum, he can be in a terrible mess.

So Chu Dong will come to teach him how to use simple to extreme attacks to make combos, how to use them in line with his habit of exerting force and his physical condition. These are all scientifically analyzed by Chu Dong with his brain, which is perfect for him. He, Li Hongxian is indeed talented in learning martial arts. In professional terms, he has a pure mind, so he absorbed it very quickly. After seeing the effect, he also completely gave up the previous boxing routines.

Li Hongxian always felt that what Chu Dong taught him was a peerless boxing technique, and he bragged about it to everyone, and he often practiced against the Li family. This set of simple and unexplained combos has become an idol in the hearts of the Li family.

Li Hongxian always asked what this boxing technique was called, as if in their eyes, if he didn’t have a name, he would be a street fighter, but to a certain extent, what Chu Dong taught him was street boxing style, which was extremely simple, extremely fast, and extremely fierce. , so Chu Dong named this set of boxing, Wudingquan, because it really has no fixed form.

Li Hongxian is now using this set of Wuding Fist that Chu Dong tailor-made for him. It is extremely fierce when hitting people. The most intuitive performance is that his attack speed is at least 50% faster than before, and his attack power has not decreased. Even slightly improved.

The ghost army in front of Li Hongxian was beaten back again and again by him, but no one was injured. The more Li Hongxian hit the ghosts, the more uncertain he was. Every time he hit these ghosts, a strange force field would appear outside their bodies. This force field unloaded most of his attack, and transferred it to everyone, which means that his attack has been reduced hundreds of times, and the two phalanxes on the left and right are already moving towards him.

Li Hongxian was about to retreat when Chu Dong shouted from behind: "Xiaohong, you can come back!"

Li Hongxian turned his head and ran away, not forgetting to curse angrily: "You brat! Don't call me a kid!"

He paused before he finished speaking, because he saw something that he might not be able to understand in his life. Chu Dong was divided into two souls, and his body stood firmly on the ground. Mysterious bloody red streaks appeared on his face, and his soul was hanging high in the air.

It's nothing if it's just these things. What's outrageous is that countless talismans are appearing out of thin air beside Chu Dong. Ten palm-sized black iron plates are flying up and down, and red talismans appear out of thin air. Qiandao built the Explosive Yang Talisman with soul power, and Li Hongxian suddenly felt so small.

Li Hongxian asked aloud: "What kind of technique is this!"

Chu Dong smiled slightly: "Printing!"

With a big wave of Chu Dong's hand, the thousands of spells covered the ghost army in front of him like a big net. The whole world seemed to tremble when the spell exploded, and the thick ghost energy was completely dispersed. It was crooked, but at least they carried it down, and they were going to continue to attack Chu Dong. After all, this kind of technique requires preparation time, but as soon as the smoke and dust cleared, hundreds of spells flew over.

Chu Dong controlled ten printing plates to fly continuously, and the spells appeared out of thin air. He only needed to shoot out the spells. The speed was already comparable to a machine gun. Even the weakest Yang Explosive Talisman should not have such Frequency, even the highest level of the spell cannot produce this effect.

Amulets are nothing but energy circuits. Now that Chu Dong has mastered the technology of circuit boards, he can completely print spells. It's just that each circuit of a spell is particular about the angle and sequence that need to be controlled, but this will not trouble the brain. As long as the intellectual brain is perfectly regulated, the spell can be re-engraved, so the printing of spells appeared.

This printing plate can print spells as long as it is injected with soul power. For ordinary people, this just saves them the step of drawing symbols. The soul power must be pure enough to be solidified. It's not difficult anymore, the printing plate seems a bit redundant, and soul power is a kind of energy that recovers slowly compared to mana power and yang energy, but it's different in Chu Dong, he is infinite.

The power of imperial objects to control the movable type template, coupled with the perfect control of the brain, and the ability of Chu Dong's soul to leave the body to make the soul's power almost unlimited have created this printed version of the magic machine gun. This machine gun is not a single point, but a faceted machine gun. bombardment.

There were explosions at the scene, all kinds of energies were intertwined, black gas, smoke, red mist entangled and intertwined, and it was impossible to see anything. After a minute of indiscriminate bombing, Chu Dong finally stopped. He was afraid that the army on the opposite side It was really blown to death, and it will be troublesome when this dark environment collapses.

"Xun character, the wind rises!"

Chu Dong made seals with his hands, the strange door was wide open, the breeze was blowing, and all the smoke and dust were blown away. The three phalanxes in front of him had already retreated tens of meters, and had formed a defensive formation that could not shrink back completely. Dong was right, this ghost army knew how to use the formation to display its abilities.

But Chu Dong didn't care. Theoretically speaking, he was prostitution for nothing. His soul power had recovered just by observing the battlefield. The indiscriminate bombardment began, and the ghost army had just adapted to the defense of one kind of spell, and then another came, and the printed board was flying up and down, Chu Dong kept controlling the spell to blast forward, Li Hongxian and Huo Shu stood at Chu Dong The back is numb.

Huo Shu asked with some doubts: "Excuse me, is this the real warlock?"

Li Hongxian didn't know how to answer, so she said a damn thing and didn't answer, Huo Shu scratched her head, she was really a little curious, because the warlocks sent by Da Zou had never been so fierce before, she wondered if it was Da Zou sent The warlocks who came were all low-end warlocks, and Chu Dong was the real warlock.

With superb medical skills, profound knowledge, understanding of feng shui, understanding of Yin, and seemingly endless methods, he must be the top existence of warlocks.

Li Hongxian might think that swearing is not good, and he really hasn't seen too many warlocks, so he replied after a while: "Don't get me wrong, that's just him."

The second wave of bombing is over, and the phalanx has been blown apart by Chu Dong. No matter how defensive Wushuang is, it can't withstand the frenzied bombing of this frequency. The main reason is that the area that can be attacked is because they formed a phalanx. Greatly increased, if Li Hongxian came to resist this wave of attacks, he would not be affected at all.

Another gust of wind blew away the smoke and dust, and those ghost soldiers retreated directly into the thick ghost fog, but immediately a small team came out carrying a bronze coffin, they threw the coffin on the ground and retreated, He didn't dare to approach Chu Dong either.

Chu Dong didn't quite understand, he returned to the body, and the ten printing boards in the air flew back to Chu Dong's hand in a row. These printing boards are very thin, and there are clips between them, which can be perfectly put together.

"What do they mean, they don't want to fight me, and then threw a coffin at me?"

At this moment, the coffin lid of the bronze coffin was pushed open from the inside, and a man in his thirties stretched out, his bones crunching and brittle, and his body was probably really rusted.

The man stood up from the coffin and said softly, "Has the hibernation plan been interrupted?"