Chapter 132 The power of destroying the city! (2 in 1)

Most of the "skills" of thaumaturgy masters are obscure and lackluster. The murders are forgotten, but their merits and reputations are hidden deeply.

Mostly so.

In the concept of thaumaturges, the power of a certain magic cannot be judged by its performance.

It is possible that a certain technique may appear to stretch the crotch, but in fact it has infinite mysteries;

There are also some techniques that look at the operation as fiercely as a tiger, and then look at the pestle on the spot.

Everything is possible.

But right now.

When a strong man named Zheng Shan held two large scimitars burning with black flames and began to spin rapidly.

When the strong wind blew up, causing the night guards on the street to stagger and lose their footing.

When pieces of bluestone tiles on the street and pieces of kiln tiles on the roof were lifted up by the strong wind, and rolled towards the macho man.

Convenience is convenience, even more convenient than maintaining a certain distance from Feng Bei at all times, but Zheng Xiu currently does not know what Feng Bei is encountering in the cannibal painting being swallowed up. Even though he is very confident in Feng Bei's strength, but

Nearly half an hour had passed since Feng Bei was swallowed into the painting. At dawn, Feng Bei still had not broken through the ghost and came out, which made Zheng Xiu unavoidably worried.

Chu Susu's stealing skills are not completely traceless. No matter how fast Chu Susu strikes, as long as she is prepared, she can still detect something. Then the master's miraculous skills are unfathomable. Looking back now, wait and see what the master said.

There must be something fishy hidden in it.

"Hee hee hee! You come and come and come! The grass is green, the grass is green, the sky is panicking, the earth is vast, mom and dad are giving birth to babies! The wind is blowing and the grass is low, guess where mom and dad are!"

Can you survive?

Thinking that he might die, Jun Buxiao felt his mouth was dry and he was speechless for a moment.

Although Yue Yan didn't say it explicitly, it seemed to be saying that the reason why he didn't block the strong man was because he didn't have enough strength to string up the string, and it was no one else's fault.

The smoke and dust in the air made Jun Buxiao cough. He tried his best to open his eyes and commanded everyone: "Everyone, be careful! That guy must be at the end of his strength after making such a move! There is nothing to be afraid of!"

Gu Qiutang's eyes were tightly closed, and half of his body was bruised and bloody by the saw blade. It was extremely miserable. Yue Yan looked at it for a few times, and finally sighed softly, flicking her ten fingers, and the needle and thread passed through the air under Gu Qiutang's flesh and blood.

And Yue Yan added lightly: "Yue Yan also didn't expect that Na Si would forcefully split Master Shang Xian Si's shadow play in the end. Man's fate is not as good as God's."

There was a big hole in the center of the suture net, which was obviously broken by the strong man's move.

After the thunder, there were continuous explosions and rumblings, and the whole city was raised by billowing sand and dust in the strong wind. Even if Jun Buxiao put on the mask again, he could no longer maintain the curtain of the "shadow show".

In an instant, the black shadow was torn apart like a piece of stone. Zheng Xiu had no time to pay attention to the prompts such as "Challenge Successful" flashing in front of him. Carrying the Fengbei scroll, he spread his wings and flew out towards the torn hole. The figure disappeared in the morning light in the blink of an eye, blinking against the rising sun.

There is only a small dot left in the space.

Soon enough, Zheng Xiu's "nuclear bomb" had finished charging up. He glanced around in his rotating field of vision and realized that Jun Buxiao was actually using the people as a human wall, and he cursed in his heart.

When the morning light that stole through the incomplete shadow screen was obscured by the black tornado again.

"Quick! Disperse quickly! If he dies, he will be buried under the rubble! Whoever can find the painting will be rewarded by the Night Lord and fill the vacancy in the stars!"

The stitches were sewn on, and whether Gu Qiutang could survive in the end had nothing to do with her.

"Stop! Wait a minute, master won't meet outsiders easily!"

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

His destination is Yunliu Temple.

When Zheng Xiu took Chu Susu, they ran all the way and flew away from Jiangjun Town.

The Night Guards who had survived the "Macho Storm" had long been frightened and lost their will to fight. The promise made by Shang Xiansi gave them the strength to fight again. First, a few people took the lead, but under the influence of the herd effect

Next, the night guards dispersed one after another, holding on to the magic arts in their hands, carefully searching for traces of the macho man and the scroll.

"There's no need to look for it. It's none of our business."

call!

A piece of rubble in the center of the street suddenly arched up strangely, and a black curtain shrank from large to small, retracted into Jun Buxiao's hand, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a tiny shadow between the fingers.

The ink shadows were like smoke, and the wings and ghostly figures disappeared. Zheng Xiu was covered in blood and shouted angrily, like thunder.

Yue Yan stepped forward reluctantly: "Let me sew up his wound, but my thread has never been used to sew human flesh... This is another rule."

There is no other way, Yue Yan knows that she is not off work yet, and she still has to do the work she should do.

Dou Xie, who was kneeling in the ruins and holding a few pages of a torn book in his hands, was particularly conspicuous.

The streets were in a mess.

Plop.

There was silence and silence in the palace.

Others were ignorant, but Shangxian Sijun Buxiao, who vaguely knew some of Ye Weiyang's secrets, stayed for a moment after seeing the crows move, then sighed, sat on the ground, hammered his shoulders, and relaxed his sore muscles.

In Nuo Da's General Town, only Dou Xie was still standing, holding a few torn pages of paper in his hands, staring stupidly at the ruins in front of him, unable to move for a long time.

It gradually rose into the sky, and not long after, Zheng Xiu appeared in the sky above Yunliu Temple.

The dust was so thick that it was difficult to see clearly. Jun Buxiao jumped up to the roof and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.

After flying dozens of miles, Zheng Xiu slapped his head, turned around and turned back, making a large circle to avoid Jiangjun Town and approach Jiangjun Peak from the other side.

Zheng Xiu stood up in the rain of apricot leaves, asked Chu Susu behind him to get down, carried the scroll on his back, and walked towards the main hall.

It may be hard for even Jun Buxiao to believe what he said, but it stands to reason that there are no restrictions when it comes to magicians using magic. Such powerful magic must have limitations that ordinary people cannot imagine. Jun Buxiao is 60% sure.

, this person is not Feng Bei, and he can perform such a magic trick. He may have to burn his life, consume his life span, cut off his limbs, and destroy his five internal organs before he can perform it.

Zheng Xiu descended from the sky in a demon-like manner, with no intention of hiding his whereabouts. He landed with a loud bang in the center of the courtyard, shaking the stacked apricot leaves in the courtyard high into the sky, and turned into a rain of apricot leaves.

The sound of the two swords clashing was like a thunder, and the roofs were lifted layer by layer in the thunderous wind, and rolled into the sky.

"Painter Zheng Shan, please see the master!"

He is the real Jun Buxiao!

Jun Buxiao has been hiding among the night guards, facing Zheng Shan as a shadow. No one would have thought that the real Jun Buxiao looks like an ordinary night guard!

By the way, that tough guy must have sacrificed his life to be so powerful and unparalleled.

Zheng Xiu looked indifferent and said softly: "Zheng has doubts in his mind. It concerns human lives. I beg you, master, to clear up your doubts."

At the same time, Jun Buxiao touched and shook behind him, and a huge black cloth shook for a long time. The black cloth spun down and completely covered the stunned Night Guards and Xingxiu.

Although Zheng Xiu defeated the "Shadow Show" with one move, "Dragon Swinging Tail", but the opponent had a large number of people and combined with magical skills, something might change if they continued to struggle.

Dou Xie raised his head blankly. He still had not recovered from the shock of the macho man flicking his tail. It was not until Jun Buxiao asked three times that he pointed in the direction of the city gate.

Someone pointed to the sky and shouted.

No wonder Chu Susu stole Gongsun Mo's ancient paintings so easily.

But as the hurricane-like moves gathered around the macho man, the tornado mixed with gravel and rubble roared so loudly that it made people's ears buzz. You couldn't help but laugh, and only one word was left: "Gan"!

A night guard's expression suddenly changed, and like magic, he took out a second painted bone mask from behind and put it on his face.

"Oh! How could you smash open the fallen leaves that the monk just swept away!"

Zheng Xiu signaled Chu Susu to stay where she was and stepped onto the steps alone.

To put it simply, it is krypton life.

Jun Buxiao wanted to say that this kind of momentum was just to bluff people. How could a thaumaturge's skills be so exaggerated? He was not the monster Feng Bei.

At this time, Jun Buxiao turned his head and saw Yue Yan with a happy expression. He seemed to be relieved. Thinking of her relationship with the Zheng family, Jun Buxiao snorted: "I have never seen you take action from the beginning to the end. Could he really be with you?"

Zheng Xiu has an ulterior relationship?"

When he could see clearly, Jun Buxiao's pupils were shaking sharply under his mask, and his mouth was opening wider and wider, making it difficult to close it.

"Dragon! Swing! Tail!"

One of them, Xingxiu, vaguely knew Yueyan's skills, so he waved to Yueyan.

When Jun Buxiao heard this, his chest felt tight and his throat felt sweet. He felt a mouthful of blood welling up, but it didn't fully come out.

If the smoke and dust hadn't stained Yue Yan's threads when they fell, leaving a layer of dust hanging on the sutures, maybe we would have had to jump up to see clearly this dragnet.

Jun Buxiao sang an inexplicable ballad with a weird laugh, dancing happily like an actor. No one could tell that his face was distorted with shock under the mask at this moment, afterimages shook out from his hands, and the scissors were quickly torn on the ground, one after another.

Shadows like tentacles disappeared behind the unconscious people.

The black cloth that could still distinguish the outlines of more than ten people suddenly disappeared, the curtain fell powerlessly, and the outlines of everyone disappeared.

The words are divided into two parts.

[Shock] was triggered, and the middle-aged ascetic who came to block the road suddenly looked horrified. He didn't know what kind of terrifying illusion he saw under the influence of [Shock] combined with the macho man's blood-soaked figure at this moment.

He wanted to comfort himself and others in this way.

The macho man's sword actually destroyed half of the city!

At this moment Zheng Xiu had already figured it out.

"Lord Shang Xiansi! Ravens, ravens, something is wrong!"
To be continued...