Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

In an instant, Jackie Chan's legs seemed to be injected with steel springs. He exerted force suddenly, and his whole body was like a cannonball launched from a giant catapult. With amazing speed, he rushed towards Xiaoyu like an arrow from a bow. His posture was as agile as a cheetah hunting, swift and decisive.

"Crack!"

The piece of land where he had been standing firmly seemed unable to withstand the impact of such a powerful force and collapsed in an instant.

The pebbles on the ground were extremely hard after years of polishing, but now under the heavy pressure, they were as fragile as thin paper and instantly turned into powder, floating in the air.

The cracks were like hideous scars, spreading wildly like a spider web with the collapsed area as the center. Large tracts of land fell apart in an instant, raising clouds of dust, just like a sandstorm. The scene was chaotic and thrilling.

Chapter 102: Cheat every day, crazy

Just when the dragon flame was about to hit Xiaoyu's weak body, the dazzling light flashed past like a nimble dragon.

He carried Xiaoyu up like catkins in the wind and skillfully rescued her from danger, just like a hero grabbing a person who had fallen off a cliff. It was thrilling yet relieved.

"call"

Blake, who had been hiding behind Jiang Shinian and dared not even breathe, now breathed a sigh of relief.

The tension that had been suppressed in my chest for a long time suddenly dissipated like a deflated ball.

He raised his hand to wipe the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and looked up at Jiang Shinian, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy and exuded a murderous aura.

Seeing that they had kept a safe distance between each other, he weighed the pros and cons in his mind, then quietly retreated like a stealthy thief.

Try to get away from the center of this dangerous storm and find a safe place.

After rescuing Xiaoyu, Jackie Chan's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, so dark that water could drip out of it.

His eyes were blazing with fire as he stared at the "cold-blooded guy" in big shorts, who looked funny but extremely dangerous. His teeth were chattering and he wished he could rush up and subdue him immediately.

But in a flash, he looked down at Xiaoyu, whose face was pale with fear and still in lingering fear. Worry instantly filled his eyes. For a moment, he was conflicted, as if he was being pulled into a dilemma by a pair of invisible hands.

Jackie Chan is just a flesh and blood man, he doesn't have the magical powers of three heads and six arms, and he can't split himself into two and act like a ghost.

Although he was covered and protected by the pure white light, and with the help of his armor, he was not too afraid of the various attacks of the demons.

But what about Xiaoyu?

She was just an ordinary, unprotected little girl, how could she be protected by the magical immortal god armor?

If he concentrated on fighting the devil, Xiaoyu would be like a lamb exposed in the wilderness and might be in danger at any time.

But if he distracted himself by taking care of Xiaoyu, it would be difficult for him to concentrate on dealing with the devil. If he was not careful, this cunning guy might find a flaw and escape, and then continue to harm the world and make countless innocent people suffer.

"What should I do..." Jackie Chan's brows were twisted into a tight knot, his face full of confusion, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened because of his worried look, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, showing the fierce struggle in his heart.

Just at this moment, the white light seemed to have spirituality and understand people's voices. It separated into strands of soft light, like a flexible silk ribbon, slowly extending to Xiaoyu's body and gently wrapping her.

Xiaoyu only felt that her body was surrounded by a warm and powerful airflow. Her feet gradually left the ground, as if she was held up by a pair of invisible hands, and floated towards Jackie Chan's side.

"Xiao Yu!" "Uncle Long?" The two men's eyes met, both with a look of confusion and astonishment, and some fear and relief in their eyes after surviving a disaster.

Then, they both turned their eyes to Jiang Shi Nian as if they had telepathy. Sparks seemed to fly when their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"..." Jiang Shi Nian's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he was furious. He cursed inwardly: "What are you looking at!"

The look in his eyes was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, carrying a bit of anger and unwillingness to give in after being provoked.

"Bang!" Two auroras flashed across the night sky like lightning, with the sharp force that could tear the air apart.

Jackie Chan reacted quickly and his figure flashed so fast that he seemed to turn into a shadow in an instant and disappeared on the spot.

Xiaoyu was in the air as if being pulled by an invisible rope. She moved synchronously with him, as light as a dancing butterfly, and cleverly avoided the attacks without her hair or clothes being touched at all.

Jiang Shi Nian squinted his eyes and looked at the situation. He instantly realized that Xiaoyu would follow Jackie Chan's movements like a shadow, and he thought to himself.

In this way, Jackie Chan only needs to concentrate on dealing with himself, and the battle situation will become more and more difficult.

"Swish!" Jackie Chan moved, bending his knees as if he had pulled a bowstring. He kicked his feet hard, and his whole body left a trail of afterimages as he dodged and moved among the shadow ninjas.

He has a nimble and light figure, just like a monkey flying through the woods or a nimble flying swallow. His every move and gesture shows the demeanor of a master.

Wherever he went, the shadow ninjas were like paper dolls. None of them could stop his lightning-fast steps. They were all cleverly avoided or repelled by him. The scene was wonderful and thrilling.

Jiang Shi Nian saw that Jackie Chan was determined to rush towards him with great momentum, but he did not panic and stopped. His eyes were like cold arrows, and he instantly turned to Blake who was trying to sneak away.

"Buzz!" In his eyes, which were as red as a deep pool of blood, light condensed and slowly took the shape of a pig.

The little pig was lifelike, as if it were a living creature, emitting a glow of fiery energy all over its body.

Immediately, two scorching auroras shot out from the pig's eyes like laser rays, piercing Blake with a sharp whistling sound.

"Jackie Chan!" Blake had been nervous and paying attention to Jiang Shinian's every move. When he saw him turn his head, he felt something was wrong and his heart instantly rose to his throat.

Just as he was about to run away, the two terrifying lights, carrying the breath of death, came towards him, scaring him so much that his pupils suddenly shrank and he screamed in shock, his voice distorted with fear.

"Damn it!" Jackie Chan, who was rushing towards Jiang Shi Nian, cursed angrily when he saw this sudden change, and his body suddenly braked as if he had slammed on the brakes.

Then he exerted force on his feet and moved sideways towards Blake at an astonishing speed, without caring about the black shadow ninjas that were still rushing towards him with their fangs and claws bared.

At this moment, Blake's safety was the top priority in his mind, and he must not let his companion fall into danger.

"Zizi"

The Undead God Armor sensed the master's intention and its light shone brighter again, like a giant torch that was lit.

When those black shadow ninjas touched the light, they were like moths to a flame, and instantly made a sizzling sound like barbecue.

Then their bodies melted away and turned into wisps of black gas that drifted in the air, leaving only a pungent smell to witness their disappearance.

"Chong"

Jackie Chan took a few steps forward, his steps were bold and powerful, each step seemed to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and in a flash he crossed a distance of a hundred meters.

He used his solid body to protect Blake like a towering wall, and faced the two auroras head-on with his armor.

There was a loud "boom".

It was like a loud thunderclap.

Jackie Chan seemed to be hit by a huge hammer. He flew sideways and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and flying sand and stones, making the scene a mess.

"Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu floated aside, her little face full of anxiety and worry, her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes. She shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with tears, showing her concern for Jackie Chan's safety.

In the rolling smoke and dust, everyone's vision was obstructed, but not long after, Jackie Chan stood up from the dust unharmed, like the reincarnation of the God of War, patted the dust on his body, his eyes became sharp as an eagle again, and he clenched his fists again, ready for the next battle.

The momentum did not decrease but increased instead, as if the previous attack was just a warm-up.

Chapter 103 Xiaoyu knows magic? !

"The monsters and ghosts leave quickly..."

"The monsters and ghosts leave quickly..."

"The monsters and ghosts leave quickly..."

The ancient and mysterious spell seemed to come from the deep valley of time, carrying with it an unquestionable majesty, echoing repeatedly in this space filled with smoke and tension.

Every word that falls is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing layers of invisible ripples.

But even so, Jackie Chan seemed to be swept away by a force so powerful that it was almost brutal, and was easily blown away without control.

His body drew a slightly awkward arc in the air, and his clothes rustled, just like a hawk with broken wings.

But the mysterious white light surrounding him and Xiaoyu was like a guardian who was extremely calm.

It just flashed slightly without any disturbance, like a thin cloud gently blown by the breeze in the quiet night sky, without even a noticeable tremor or fluctuation, still firmly protecting the two of them in that pure and peaceful light curtain.

Just when everyone was still immersed in this fleeting yet thrilling change.

Xiaoyu, this little girl who is always quirky and mischievous, now has a resolute light in her eyes that is not quite consistent with her age.

I saw her small hand, like a nimble flying swallow, quickly reaching deep into her pocket, and after a rustling search, she took out a dry and wrinkled piece of dried puffer fish.

The dried puffer fish seemed to be given a whole new life in her little hands. She held it tightly, her little face as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

Every expression was filled with concentration and seriousness, and then, she headed straight towards Jiang Shinian, her little mouth opening and closing, and strings of spells leaped out from her lips like lively notes.

"What the hell?"

Jiang Shi Nian felt as if he was struck by a bolt from the blue. His heart suddenly shuddered and he stood there in a daze.

His eyes, which were originally full of confidence and teasing, were instantly filled with astonishment and confusion, and his mouth opened slightly.

I wanted to say something, but it was as if an invisible hand was strangling my throat, and I couldn't utter a complete word for a long time.

I just kept pondering it secretly in my heart.

When and where did this little girl secretly learn such mysterious magic?

It was like a variable that appeared out of nowhere and caught him off guard!

"Xiaoyu! When did you learn magic from your dad?"

Here, Jackie Chan had just recovered from the dizziness and embarrassment of being blown away. He stood up with a somersault, but had no time to dust off the dust on his body.

Just as he was about to launch another lightning charge towards Jiang Shi Nian like an enraged cheetah, filled with rage and a determination to win.

But out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his niece seriously waving the dried puffer fish that her father used to cast magic.

He looked like a young magician who was just starting out but was eager to try.

Although there is still some immaturity in his movements, his seriousness and perseverance are something that no one can ignore.

As Xiaoyu chanted the spell more and more rapidly, it was as if a passionate symphony was reaching its climax.

The air around seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible hand with tremendous power.

The fluctuation of magic power is like the gurgling stream after thawing in spring. At first, it just flows slowly and intermittently.

But in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a surging river, entwining and blending wildly around the pufferfish.

The crystal clear aqua-blue energy seems to be carefully carved from the purest ice crystals. It looks like lively silk threads or dreamy ribbons, intertwining and entwining with each other, flashing a dreamy and captivating light.

Xiaoyu waved her arm lightly, and the sky-blue energy that had already gathered and seemed to be endowed with a soul was like a nimble and graceful water snake, drawing an extremely beautiful arc in the air that was full of mysterious charm.

Wherever the arc passed, the air was filled with a faint mist, as if a beautiful ink painting was slowly unfolding. Amidst the beauty, it also concealed a sharp mystery that no one dared to underestimate.

"laugh"

As the incantation from Xiaoyu's mouth became more and more obscure and difficult to understand, it was like the mysterious Sanskrit sound that came from ancient times, lingering in this space and never ending.