When Zhang Minggui saw the red light coming, he quickly flicked his fingers and fired a Juexian Shuttle, spraying out a puff of black smoke.
The White Bone Needle was made from death energy, but the Immortal Shuttle was not the right way either. I only heard the sound of a bell, hit one place, and bounced away.
Xin Xuan was a little surprised: "Oh?"
Shaking his finger, he hit Zhang Minggui with the bone needle again.
Zhang Minggui raised his hand, and the Immortal Shuttle flew towards the White Bone Needle. The two treasures soared into the air and fought in the air, causing bells to ring and light to fly.
The two of them each carried magic weapons, and they were more than ten feet apart, but the killing was even more dangerous than a hand-to-hand fight. They fought for twenty rounds in a row.
Xin chose the Shura method, and his magic power was abundant, unmatched by Zhang Minggui. The red light of the white bone needle became more and more intense, but the black smoke emitted by the Juexian shuttle became less and less.
The two fought again, and Zhang Minggui's magic power was at the bottom, so he put away the Juexian Shuttle, turned it back and retreated.
Xin Xuan shouted fiercely: "Where to go?"
Shaking his finger, the white bone needle turned into a red light and shot towards Zhang Minggui's heart.
Seeing that Zhang Minggui was about to die, Lin Xiaodong sat on the camel and ox, pointed the drinking rainbow gun, and dropped the bone needle.
Xin Xuan said "hmm" in confusion. When he came to his senses, Zhang Minggui had already been defeated and retreated into the formation.
Rong Changzi glanced sideways at Lin Xiaodong and said to Xin Xuan: "Lin Xiaodong is full of sorcery and is good at trapping treasures. Senior Brother Xin, please come back first."
Xin Xuan looked at Lin Xiaodong, snorted coldly, and returned to the array.
Pan Taikui rolled over on the Wu Xuan Lion, drew out the Ximu Sword, jumped up, came to Xia Qingshu's formation and shouted: "Which of you Da Li Guo Zheng Dao dares to fight with me?
This group of young people are no match for our Witch and Gu Immortals! If it hadn’t been for Lin Xiaodong just now, Zhang Minggui would have died at the hands of my brother Xin Dao!"
Wan Muyun urged the golden sand tiger to sit down, raised the Dingxuan Sword high, and charged towards Pan Taikui: "Pan Taikui! Don't be so presumptuous! You have practiced some sorcery, and you dare to shout in front of the array of Taoist immortals at Yuankou?
Look at the sword!"
With a swing of the Dingxuan Sword, Pan Taikui was chopped in the face.
Pan Taikui shouted: "Well done!"
With a horizontal movement of the Ximu Sword, he held the Dingxuan Sword and fought with Wan Muyun.
The two lions and tigers walked side by side, their magic swords flying, twisting and turning, intertwining back and forth, killing twenty of them in one go.
Wan Muyun was not Pan Taikui's opponent, and he gradually fell behind. After another fight, one of them was unprepared and was chopped down by a sword.
Pan Taikui laughed, stepped forward with the lion, and struck the Ximu sword to the ground, intending to decapitate Wan Muyun.
When Wan Muyun fell to the ground, he heard the sound of wind in his ears and knew something was wrong. He quickly took off the Zhenyue Umbrella from his back and opened it. The handle of the umbrella was shaken, and a black and yellow light was emitted, causing the earth to shake.
Pan Taikui slashed with his sword, the Ximu sword fell out of his hand, and the man was knocked down.
Wan Muyun stood up again, and before Pan Taikui got up, he raised the Zhenyue Umbrella high and fired a beam of yellow light at him.
Pan Taikui rolled to the ground and squatted on the ground. He looked up and saw the yellow light coming. He quickly raised his hand and pointed. He unsheathed the Tianshan jade sword on his back, turned into a white light, and flew towards the yellow light.
Pan Taikui had Shura skills in his body, and his magic power was greatly increased. The Tianshan jade sword broke through the yellow light, and a bell rang, poking a hole in the Zhenyue umbrella.
Wan Muyun shouted angrily: "You broke my spell?"
Pan Taikui raised his head and narrowed his eyes, stood up and snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed, a white light from the Tianshan Jade Sword flew towards Wan Muyun's neck.
Wan Muyun couldn't dodge and shouted: "My life is doomed!"
But he didn't expect the Tianshan Jade Sword to fly in front of him. With a buzzing sound, the light disappeared and fell to the ground.
Seeing the Tianshan Jade Sword fall to the ground, Wan Muyun gasped in horror. He was stunned for a moment, then he turned over to the Golden Sand Tiger and was defeated back into the formation.
Pan Taikui pointed at Wan Muyun unwillingly and yelled: "The thief comes out! Why did he lose?"
He turned around and scolded Lin Xiaodong again: "Don't hide in the dark and use your tricks. If you have the ability, come out and see me!"
Rong Changzi said: "Senior Brother Pan, don't be angry, Lin Xiaodong will definitely end, and it won't be too late to kill him when the time comes."
Pan Taikui picked up the Tianshan jade sword, inspected it, and returned it.
Peng Zhang shouted and asked Xia Qingshu: "Three battles and three defeats. You, the Immortals of the Great Gift Country, are not very capable. Do you want to fight again?"
Xia Qingshu replied: "You won by relying on Shura magic, but it was not the result of witchcraft and Taoism!"
Fu Ming rode the Taiqing Deer and came to the front of the formation with his sword raised: "Stop talking nonsense, I will catch all of you thieves today. I don't think anyone will dare to say that the art of witchcraft and Gu is evil in the future!"
Ma Jin urged the Tianshu Purple Lion to open, and came forward with the Xuan Guang Sword: "The art of witchcraft and Gu may not be evil, but if you have practiced Shura, it is undoubtedly an evil way!"
After hearing this, Fu Ming became angry and swung his sword to chop off Ma Jin's head.
Ma Jin raised the Xuan Guang Sword, held the Zheng Cun Sword in place, and killed Fu Ming at the same place. The deer and lions clashed, the swords flew, and they fought for twenty rounds without realizing it.
Ma Jinfei was Fu Ming's opponent, so he was at a disadvantage, struggling to parry and unable to fight back.
After another fight, Fu Ming saw Ma Jin's flaw, raised his sword, and stabbed him in the ribs.
Ma Jin was injured, grunted, picked up his horse and retreated.
Fu Ming slapped the Taiqing Deer's horns, jumped ten feet high, and caught up with him. He held his sword high and headed towards Ma Jinhou's heart.
Ma Jin heard the sound behind his ears and fired a black golden shuttle with his backhand, causing a flash of golden light.
Just a bell rang, golden light splashed everywhere, and the black gold shuttle hit Zhengcun's sword.
Fu Ming only felt numbness in his arm. He picked up the Zhengcun sword and took a look. He saw that the Wujin shuttle had made a thumb-sized gap, and the fracture was burning red.
Ma Jin turned around, shook his finger, and shot the black golden shuttle towards Fu Ming's eyebrows.
Fu Ming hurriedly raised the Sihai Bell. Once the bell rang, a white light flashed, and with a hissing sound, a cloud of mist rose up, knocking down the Wujin Shuttle.
Ma Jin glanced at the Four Seas Bell and saw that water and fire were in conflict with each other. He knew something was wrong. He raised his hand and pointed, and the golden shuttle returned to the golden light, flew up on its own, and hit Fu Ming again.
Fu Ming raised his head and took a look. There was a sound of bells all over the world, which chimed without a hit. White light was emitted, and the Wujin Shuttle was shot down again.
Fu Ming was disdainful: "Even if you don't practice Shura, you are still no match for me!"
Ma Jin rolled his eyes, waved his hand, put away the Wujin Shuttle, and withdrew into the formation.
Fu knew that Lin Xiaodong was there and it was useless to pursue him, so he retreated to the formation.
Peng Zhang asked with a smile: "None of you, the righteous immortals of the Great Li Kingdom, are the rivals of our Witch and Gu Immortals?"
"No wonder you said we are evil, it turns out it's just jealousy!"
Ben Chengzi pointed at Peng Zhang and yelled angrily: "I, the great li country's righteous way, have endless wonderful methods, will I be jealous of you heretics?"
Peng Zhang stepped forward on the bull and drew the Xiuquan sword: "If you don't accept it, you can come and fight with me!"
Ben Chengzi let the black wild leopard come forward with the immortal clear sword: "That's exactly what I meant!"
Peng Zhang showed a fierce look on his face, raised his Xiuquan sword high, and slashed at Ben Chengzi's face.
Ben Chengzi swung his Xianqing Sword, opened Xiuquan Sword, fought with Peng Zhang, and killed twenty of them in one go.
The cultivation level of this Chengzi is far above that of Ye Zezhong and others, but he is not Peng Zhang's rival and falls behind the inferior Chengzi.
The two fought for another fifteen rounds. Peng Zhang was eager to fight bravely, but Ben Chengzi was unprepared and was hit by a sword on his shoulder, almost falling off the leopard.