The passage outside the ancient teleportation array is very narrow, like a black snake coiling under the ground, dead and silent.
Zhao Wu is very familiar with this place. He has lost count of how many years he has been wandering here. He can walk through every fork in the road and every corner with his eyes closed.
For a long time, he almost never entered this place because he hated the Zhao family and wanted to smash and tear everything in the Zhao family. What's more, this place was previously regarded as a forbidden area of the Zhao family, and only members of the main family could enter.
He didn't even want to enter the underground palace.
At this moment, there are all kinds of fierce battles and magic bursting out with brilliance to drive away the darkness.
Yunzheng's sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and his whole body was as sharp as an unsheathed ice sword. As soon as the sword was slashed out, waves of sword light came out like waves, and there were almost no gaps in the low passage.
But there was a loud bang, and the earth and rocks were flying. The sword light was as hard to move forward as if it had hit an iron barrel. A black blade as fast as lightning cut out of the ice blue sword light. When it landed, Zhao Wu's figure appeared.
On the other side of the hall.
"Hahaha, the three of you are so brave. What makes you think you can defeat me?" He laughed wildly, and in one step he reached behind Yunzheng. With a seemingly random palm, he not only destroyed the people who were rushing towards him, but
With the sword light, Yun Zheng was sent flying out without much resistance, and hit the wall with a loud sound.
Although Zhao Wu only had fake elixir cultivation and was far from the real golden elixir, he was still much stronger than them in the foundation building stage.
Zhao Wu looked at Yunzheng condescendingly: "Do you understand now? If you obediently repair the teleportation circle now, I will consider sparing your life."
Yunzheng spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with sand: "Ahem, even if I destroy the magic circle, you can't even think of escaping from Bugui Ruins!"
As he said that, he rolled up his ice-blue sword and narrowly avoided another slap.
"Junior is looking for death." Zhao Wu smiled coldly and moved his body to continue chasing Yun Zheng, but a gray light suddenly flashed out of the void and went straight to the door, and countless golden feathers scattered in front of him.
The road is blocked.
"Little trick!" General Zhao turned his body slightly to avoid the sudden life-and-death sword intent. His hands were covered with black energy. He stretched out his hand to fish out several pieces of golden feathers transformed from the Broken Gang Golden Lotus, and shook it hard!
There was a harsh crunching sound, and fine gold powder fell from his fingers.
"Hahaha, have you seen it? This is the difference in strength!" Zhao Wu said with two points of pride.
From the moment they started, Liu Qinghuan and the others attacked in succession, but they only caused minor injuries to Zhao Wu. He stood on the side of the hall, deliberately avoiding the ancient teleportation circle in the center, and said calmly:
"I have already been extremely tolerant of you, don't try again..."
Before he finished speaking, a piece of Buddha's light fell from the sky and enveloped him.
Jingjue in the corner held up his Zen staff, with a nervous look on his face as he had very little experience in fighting with others. One after another, clear rays of light emerged from the tip of the staff, and the four golden rings below shook gently, making a pleasant sound.
Liu Qinghuan's hand moved quickly, and the little gray sword god under the Magic Word Sword Technique appeared and disappeared. Taking advantage of Zhao Wu being restrained by the Buddha's light, he pulled out several gray traces and slashed around him.
Liu Qinghuan sent a message: "Yunzheng, we will buy you time."
Jingjue gritted his teeth tightly and grasped the trembling Zen staff with all his strength. At this time, there was a group of black energy in front of him that was rapidly expanding in the Buddha's light. It was very difficult for him to hold on.
Yun Zheng stopped moving forward and withdrew all the icy coldness around him. However, crystal light flowed in the ice glass sword standing in front of him, and it became faster and faster as the sword's intention climbed rapidly!
Although the power of Jingjue Buddha is extremely pure, his cultivation level is still too low, and the time it takes for Zhao Wu to trap the ghost body is already the limit.
I heard him roar angrily, and at the same time as pieces of Buddha's light exploded, the Jingjue Zen staff flew out from his hand. His chest felt like it was hit by a huge stone, and a mouthful of blood spurted out before it flew backwards.
At this time, Zhao Wu was covered in black energy, and his originally plain features were full of anger. He suddenly flashed and reached out to grab Jingjue: "I hate you Buddhist bald donkeys the most in my life! You have such thin skin and tender flesh.
, why don't you make me some food to go with the wine."
Jingjue watched Zhao Wu, who was extremely fast, getting closer and closer, his eyes full of fear. Zhao Wu grinned evilly, and slapped the small gray sword that suddenly flew in front of him like a fly.
The small gray sword was as slippery as a swimming fish and almost slipped through his fingers.
This extremely annoying little brat!
From the corner of his eye, Zhao Wu saw Liu Qinghuan rushing over from a distance. Once he had dealt with the little bald donkey, he would kill the little brat. As for the other one that was still useful, he would keep it first.
Hehe, is that swordsman boy holding back any sword moves? These three juniors really overestimate their abilities.
This series of thoughts flashed through Zhao Wu's mind like lightning, and it did not affect his sense of grasping. However, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and an unignorable sense of danger erupted from his right side.
The small gray sword that slipped from his fingers appeared from the right side. The ethereal sword force suddenly changed greatly, as if it suddenly changed to a different sword technique. It separated the foggy void and slashed with majestic force.
Coming!
Zhao Wu's face changed slightly. This attack was so powerful that he didn't dare to take it head on. He was about to get out of the way as soon as his figure weakened.
"Certainly!"
A small voice came out from the mouth of the little monk not far ahead, but it fell into Zhao Wu's ears like a thunderbolt in the clear sky! He suddenly felt an extreme panic, and then found that he really couldn't move!
After just a short pause, the sword of life and death finally struck, and a ball of colorful light burst out from the gray sword energy!
Just as the sword light struck the top of his head, with the sound of banging and cracking, the bluestone ground exploded. Zhao Wu's figure actually sank half of his body, and the black energy around him was scattered by the sword!
A shocking roar came from the pit, and Zhao Wu finally broke free from the shackles of speech. He rushed out like a sword from a string, but he heard another word in mid-air.
"Sleepy!"
The art of speech, the art of speaking, is an extremely terrifying art, even beyond the meaning of ordinary magic.
Ever since Jingjue was born, every word he spoke has been filled with mysterious power. He didn't know how to control it before, which caused very serious consequences. Because of this, he was regarded as a monster and was almost beaten to death.
If his master hadn't saved him, he would have died among the rocks and sticks, but it also caused him to be unable to speak for a long time.
He lived with his master in a small temple in the mountains. While studying Buddhism, he controlled the power of speech in his body, controlled it, and utilized it.
Following the word "trapped", Zhao Wu felt as if an invisible cage had appeared around him. The walls were tough and there were no gaps.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The power of the golden elixir surged out, and the black brilliance filled the area. Following Zhao Wu's furious and violent attack, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Jingjue's mouth, and his face turned pale.