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Song Shuhang regained his teacup and sipped gently: “What do you think of Daoyou? ”

The blonde frowned and fell into bitter thoughts, not immediately answering Song Shuhang.

Just now, the last one seemed like a raging knife that was going to cut the sky open and tear it apart, making him feel that his skin had a tingling illusion. The knife was so sharp. He had to admit - Jung-jung, indeed, has perfectly combined ‘defense and attack’.

Does he want his armor to evolve into an "attack"?

As soon as it emerged, he immediately chopped it out of his mind.

The combination of attack and defense is the way of Song Xuansheng, but not his way. His way, very firm. That's defense. Hold on!

At this time, Su Shi AXVI rose with a teapot and filled each of the men with tea.

The blonde drank water tea and sighed: “I'm sure you didn't disappoint me. In the concept of defense and aggression, you are a soldier. ”

However, Big Song Shengjun's "all-in-one offensive knife" still fails to convince him completely. He always felt that there was something wrong with the ‘philosophy’ of Big Song Saint King, with the illusion of guts and mud!

But in the end, he couldn't tell us what was wrong with the idea of Song Shengjun.

So, let's just call the concept of the Superior Song Saint King the Centrifugal. The attackers, the middlemen, the defensemen, which is the real king, will be revealed in the First World War tonight.

“I'm a monk. Everyone has their own way. Step out of your path and you will have the chance to dye your fingers forever. Others say it doesn't necessarily suit them.” Song Shuhang suddenly made a sound.

He's sensational about it. He has been in touch with several elders and has some knowledge of this sort of thing.

“Own way.” The blonde nodded, “I agree that everyone has their own way. But I believe that my own path must also allow others to acknowledge its correctness. ”

Song Shuhang: “...” If someone doesn't admit it, you have to hit someone with your fist to admit it, right?

“Big Song Saint, I'll see you tonight on the full moon night.” At this point, the blonde stood up and he was no longer prepared to disguise himself: “I have invited journalists from the Daily Monk, the Astronomical Information Center, Shinto Radio, the Temple Channel, the Wizard Network Center and others to come and broadcast tonight's World War One live. ”

Song Shuhang secretly sighed, Donggua Saint King is going to make big news.

“I know that you are in no condition to recover, there is a sacred pindant here, extremely precious. Enough to get you back in shape by tonight.” Winter melon saint said, take a small bottle out of your arms and throw it to Song Shuhang.

“This precious Dan medicine is enough to keep you alive. Give it to me for tonight's World War I, you think?” Song Shuhang shook the vial and laughed.

“Not worth it.” Winter melon saint's face hurts: “So, give it back? ”

Song Shuhang: “...” He really didn't expect the Donggua Saint King to answer this, how can he take this?

“Cough ~ ~ Actually, this Dan medicine, I invited Song Shengjun and I to fight the battle attendance fee. After all, if I were to be Superior Song Shengjun, I would certainly not participate if someone somehow forced me to go out and fight. So attendance fees are mandatory.” St. Monarch's Road, Wintermelon.

Song Shuhang: “…” This guy is so self-aware.

“So it's settled.” Winter melon saint rises and is ready to leave.

At this time, Song Shu Hangdao: “Do you have to fight? ”

“Necessary, even if you want to avoid battle, I will haunt you. I know it's wrong, but I just have to fight you.” The Holy King of the Winter Melon said firmly.

He was wearing a golden armor, and the whole man came down like a mythical saint of light, and he said the most asshole thing in his mouth.

“What if I refuse?” Song Shu Hangdao.

“I used the words I used when I said 'Xuansheng Shengjun' to answer that since ancient times, there is no first literature and no second martial arts. Even if you refuse the duel, there is no stopping the first battle between us!” Wintermelon Saint King patted himself on the armor in front of his chest, complacent.

“Well... I'll lose!” Song Shu Hangdao.

“Don't even think about it.” St. King's Road, Wintermelon.

“I only have one big secret to tell you about me now.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Winter melon saint stopped in shape and asked: "Please speak. ”

“Actually, I'm not Eight Pints Xuansheng, I'm just a Four Pints Brother, because coincidence brings the Holy Seal together. Even my strength now, not even four pints have arrived, can only count as a half step four pints.” Song Shu Hangdao.

“Hahahahahahahaha.” Winter melon Saint King laughed and laughed, then he said: "Horse Song Saint King, your joke is so funny. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

“Big Song Shengjun, I know you're strong. In fact, when I left the world of the ferry, I met a white friend who was on the ferry. He told me everything. You're the most talented monk he's ever met. Once upon a time, you practiced in only four months. To be honest, I was a little hit. But it is precisely because you are so evil and so talented that I will be more motivated to challenge you. I want all practitioners in heaven to know that my ‘Way of Defense' will not be lost to any demonic genius!” Winter melon saint said firmly.

Song Shuhang: “Although you're right, but...”

“Big Song Shengjun, please don't give me face, do your best to fight. Even if I lose to Taoist friends, I have no regrets.” St. Monarch's Road, Wintermelon.

Song Shuhang looked up to the sky.

“So it's settled.” Wintermelon Saint King's Road, say it, he walks step by step towards the distance.

Song Shuhang suddenly asked: "Daoyou, how many 'skyrobbing atomic bombs’ can you resist in your defense? ”

Winter melon saint turned around and said: "Is it the kind of heavenly hijacking of atomic bombs and the heavenly hijacking of hydrogen bombs when the white friend dodges? ”

Song Shuhang nodded slightly: “Is it convenient to reveal it? ”

“Song Shengjun, you are such a good person to ask, but I don't have to answer you. The power of Heavenly Robbery Atomic Bomb, I estimate, should have the attack power of the Eight Pin Xuansheng First Class. In my defensive way, I'm not afraid of dozens of attacks right now. As for the power of sky-hydrogen bombs, I don't know, it's hard to say.” St. Monarch's Road, Wintermelon.

Of course, all he said was a fictitious number. In fact, if he defends himself with all his strength, he will surely be able to withstand more of the power of the Atomic Bomb.

“The power of heavenly hydrogen bombs, at the peak of eight pints.” Song Shuhang added.

Holy Guard took a deep breath: “If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll last up to one heaven-hydrogen bomb. ”

“In that case, let me ask you a question.” Song Shu Hangdao: “How can Daoyou resist when faced with a thousand sky-high bombs and a hundred sky-hydrogen bombs? ”

Winter melon Saint King's mouth twitched: “Dead ears only. ”

Song Shuhang nodded silently and then began to detect his stockpile of Skylark weapons - Senior Bai brushed many more waves of Skylark each day and night. They are then sent to the core world by Song Shuhang's ‘left hand’.

However, the number of sky-hydrogen bombs and atomic bombs has not yet reached the originally foreseen levels. I don't know how many hydrogen bombs and atomic bombs Senior White can draw by tonight.

“Superior Song Saint King, why do you ask this question?” Saint King Wintermelon questioned.

“Well, actually... I have a little spell to show Daoist.” Song Shuhang considered it for a moment before making a sound.

His pre-existing overwhelming technique of ‘nuclear deterrence’ was presented in preparation for the full moon night at night. If you use it well, you may be able to force the Wintermelon Saint King back directly.

And by the end of the night, Senior White must have painted more Heavenly Robbery atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs, which would have worked better.

But tonight, the Holy Monarch of Wintermelon invited the Daily Monks and reporters from all major monks to do a big story.

Song Shuhang feared that if ‘nuclear deterrence’ was used while broadcasting live, there would be a mutation.

For example... Winter melon saint can't get over his face in front of the public. It would be more troublesome if he had a hard scalp to resist a one-day hydrogen bomb or something.

Moreover, in the presence of so many journalists, Song Shuhang would have a problem with the use of the 'Sky Robbery Hydrogen Bomb' - although he knew that the Sky Robbery Hydrogen Bomb could not be blown up in this world. But no one else knows that putting a hydrogen bomb in front of a live broadcast is likely to cause a lot of trouble.

Lastly, nuclear deterrence was a ‘scary’ exercise, and he wished to retain it, perhaps more than once in the future. It wouldn't be a good idea to have a card like this‘ live 'out.

Think about it, light up 'nuclear deterrence’ now.

It is best to scare off the Holy King of the Winter melon, if not... then he enters the core world directly, wait for the white dignitary to finish the holy robbery before coming out angry with the winter melon.

Sage Wintermelon laughed: “What kind of magic is there? Let's talk about it at night during the First World War. ”

Go ahead, Wintermelon Saint King walks away.

“Daoist, please stay, I feel this spell, it would be better to show it to Daoist now.” Song Shuhang said, his right hand struck a ringing finger and opened his core world.

In the void, a nuclear warhead squeezed out of space. Half of these days' nuclear warheads are stuck in this world, and the other half remain in the core world, if hidden.

Each warhead has a heavenly atmosphere and a terrible pressure. This batch of nuclear warheads is a Heavenly Robbery atomic bomb, each of which possesses an eight-point initial attack power.

A total of nearly 200 sky-high atomic bombs, which is still part of the atomic warhead.

“Holy shit!” St. King Wintermelon's eyes widened.

“So, Daoist... are you sure you want to fight me tonight?” Song Shuhang wanted to put a position in his arms, but he only had one hand today, so he had to do it.

He could only put his trouser pockets in a calm position.