Gu Jian quietly walked around Zhang Dameng for a long time. He did not attack, but pondered his offensive strategy. If the fight continued like this, Zhang Dameng might be torn apart by random blades, and the two groups of monks might also be accidentally killed by each other.
The shadow of his fist struck. The monks at Tianshu and Tianji star positions seemed to be moving around without any rules. In fact, it consumed a lot of spiritual energy and required a high degree of mental concentration. A slight mistake would lead to catastrophe. With Zhang Dameng's
The fist, even if the body is swept to a point, cannot withstand it. Moreover, some of these monks are still in the foundation building stage, two realms apart, like a three-year-old naughty boy holding a dagger in his hand to challenge a tiger whose hands and feet are bound.
Especially dangerous.
Gu Jian stepped on the crape myrtle star position and floated in the air with the wind. His wood escape technique has been cultivated to the fifth level, which is much higher than Chen Yunsheng's. When he moves, he can no longer stir up any wind, just like flying flowers.
, also like catkins. Gently, Gu Jian turned behind Zhang Dameng, looking at the opponent's strong back, he shook his head, "You can't start from here, this guy's back fist is very good, he was swept away
It could be life-threatening in an instant.”
Then he turned to Zhang Dameng's left side and found that Zhang Dameng had a small characteristic when attacking and defending. He would always look to the left subconsciously, as if his cover door was on the left. Gu Jian speculated that Zhang Dameng practiced
In the early days of his body, the cover might have been on the left side, but now he should have no such weakness. On the contrary, this small movement just exposed his opening. When he returned to the left side, there must be a moment on the right side.
An opportunity. Thinking of this, Gu Jian's eyes flashed with light.
Finding the opponent's opening and using this opening to kill the opponent are two different things. Gu Jian was still spinning around Zhang Dameng to find the best opportunity to take action. This process lasted for a stick of incense, Tianshu and
The monks of the two star positions of Tianji have been fighting for so long, and their muscles and bones have become weak, and their spiritual energy is showing signs of depletion. On the other hand, Zhang Dameng's side, although there are more than a dozen wounds on his body, the more he fights, the fiercer he is.
Meteor, as fast as lightning, saw that the monks in the two star positions were in danger.
Finally, there was a slight flaw in the Tianshu star position during its transformation. Chang Siwei realized this immediately, and was frightened in his heart, secretly thinking that it was not good. But after all, Zhang Dameng was the Nascent Soul Earth Immortal, and after fighting for so long,
Just waiting for this moment to come, his eyes suddenly became bright, he punched with both fists, and three golden fist shadows shot out, with the force of wind and thunder, they rushed towards the seven monks at the Tianshu star position.
Chang Siwei secretly thought something was wrong, and his mind was racing. The seven flying swords pointed inward and the hilts outward, rotating rapidly to form a cone shape. The cone tip, which is the tip of the sword, protruded in the direction of Zhang Da Meng.
Such a defensive shape is the most conducive to discharging force, but the opponent's punch is so fierce, it is no more than a blow from the natal magic weapon. The natal weapon that Zhang Dameng refined is neither a knife, nor a sword, nor a spear, nor an axe, but his pair of fists.
Among many body-refining monks, it is not unusual for the natal magic weapon to be a part of the body.
The three fist shadows hit the cone defense composed of seven flying swords. The seven flying swords were instantly torn into pieces. Four flying sword magic weapons with slightly inferior quality were immediately broken into several pieces. The fist shadows
There was no sign of stopping, but some of the strength was relieved by the cone defense and it was slowed down a bit. The monks in the Tianshu star position formed a sword formation to defend the fist shadow, but they did not give up on making up for the gap caused by the mistake. They instantly moved toward
They dispersed, using the last move in the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation, "The Stars Destroy". This move was used in the final escape, but it was the move they practiced the least. In an instant, the three monks were swept away by the wind of fists.
, a large piece of the armor on his body was swept away, but luckily he hid faster and was not injured.
When Zhang Dameng punched three times in a row, Gu Jian knew that the opportunity had come. Sure enough, after three punches, Zhang Dameng's eyes unconsciously fell to the left, and Gu Jian slid to his right side seemingly unintentionally.
suddenly,
The wind blows suddenly,
Gu Jian pounced on Zhang Dameng.
Zhang Dameng, who was immersed in the joy of succeeding in the attack, never dreamed that Gu Jian would come to his door automatically. Originally, he planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue the monk at Tianshu Star Position, but now he changed his mind. He spun around and used his right fist to take advantage of the situation.
The back fist was so powerful that it split the air in an instant and went straight towards Gu Jian. The distance between Gu Jian and Zhang Dameng was thirty feet. Just now, he took advantage of Zhang Dameng's opportunity to turn around to the left.
, he had cut to fifteen feet. The shadow of his fist struck the wind, and a hole was pierced through Gu Jian's belly, and his body instantly turned into fly ash. Zhang Dameng did not stop his fist, and then swung out his left fist
, hitting the void twelve feet in front of him.
Sure enough, Gu Jian was hit by the shadow of the fist again, and the moment his body shattered, Zhang Dameng frowned slightly and cursed in his heart, where did this kid come from so many substitute puppets. This substitute puppet is a life-saving thing for cultivators. In the world of cultivation,
It is an extremely rare magic weapon. It is not easy to get one. However, Gu Jian uses this object as one of the means of attack, which is really heartbreaking.
Zhang Dameng cursed in his heart, but his hands were not slow at all. He punched out again, and Gu Jian's body was instantly hit on the head. Zhang Dameng punched five times in a row, and the punches hit, and Gu Jian used five consecutive punches.
A stand-in puppet, using the puppet to cover up his figure, he had already rushed within three feet in front of Zhang Dameng.
Zhang Dameng suddenly stretched out his right hand, and grabbed it with a big hand like a cattail leaf fan. Five fingers pierced Gu Jian's heart. Gu Jian's body was like a piece of straw, becoming light and airy in Zhang Dameng's hand.
He waved it at will. At this time, the monks from the Tianji star intervened, and the giant sword composed of seven flying swords stabbed Zhang Dameng's back. Zhang Dameng subconsciously punched back, and in an instant, the giant sword was thrown away.
The blow was torn apart, and just when his eyes subconsciously turned to the left, Gu Jian suddenly appeared on his right.
The distance between the two was only two feet. Gu Jian held the White Spirit Sword in his right hand. The tip of the sword vibrated slightly, turning into a ball of white light and stabbing Zhang Dameng's neck. This action had been rehearsed in his mind for many times.
Again, even if there were no monks from the Tianji star position to harass him, he could stab the sword accurately, but Zhang Dameng's punch would most likely hit him.
Faced with being killed at such a close range, Zhang Dameng's eyes were full of horror. Just now he punched Gu Jian in the heart and felt a suction force coming from Gu Jian's body. Before he could use his skills to escape, Tianji was hit by Tianji.
The monk from the star position attacked, and just as he punched away the opponent's flying sword, he was greeted by Gu Jian's thunder blow.
There is no doubt that Gu Jian is a good swordsman. He knew how to hold a sword before he knew how to meditate. No one within three feet can escape his sword. This is why he chose to spend six precious swords.
The reason why Zhang Dameng is so close is to use a stand-in puppet to force him to get close to him. This is his most reliable attack method.
Zhang Dameng felt the threat of death for the first time. Although he had been hit by more than a dozen swords in the battle just now, none of them were fatal. Any body-refining cultivator had not struggled all day long and came back from scars.
He didn't care. Until a pale sword appeared in his field of vision. The smell of death was so strong that it covered up the life between heaven and earth, as if the air around the sword had been emptied out.
Zhang Dameng is a man who is greedy for life, and of course he will not let go of the opportunity to struggle. He waved his left hand forward in an attempt to block Gu Jian's progress. At the same time, a golden light flashed around his neck, and he had obviously transported the spiritual energy to
Neck. The body of body-refining monks is their magic weapon, and it is much stronger than ordinary monks.
The Bai Ling Sword without hesitation stabbed Zhang Dameng's neck. Gu Jian completely ignored Zhang Dameng's thick fingers. All he could see was the vein flowing with blood on the opponent's neck. That is the life gate of the human body. As long as it is stabbed, it will definitely be destroyed.
He would be killed instantly. The tip of Bai Lingjian pierced Zhang Dahmeng's neck. Bai Sensen's sword penetrated so hard that Gu Jian's face turned white with every step forward. And Zhang Dahmeng's left hand had already
Touching his right chest, the yellow light from the package in his hand instantly penetrated Gu Jian's white armor, and a bit of red seeped out from Gu Jian's chest, dyeing the white gown red.
Gu Jian's wrist moved slightly, and the long sword rippled along Zhang Dameng's round neck, and a silver thread appeared on his neck. Gu Jian felt a sharp pain in his right chest. When he looked back, he saw a huge figure behind him.
His blood-stained hands were grabbing half of his lungs and pulling them out from his chest. He coughed, and the blood foam scattered on the white robe on his chest, which was particularly eye-catching, and his head suddenly fell off in such a subtle vibration.
, the blood of the Yuanying monk dyed the sky of Huishuang Mountain red.
The battle was not over yet. Gu Jian endured the pain and moved his wrist slightly. The tip of the sword touched the blurry shadow behind Zhang Dameng. With a scream, a fat-headed child was cut in half by the Bai Lingjian. In an instant,
It turned into a halo and dissipated in the mountain wind. Now, both Zhang Dameng's body and his Nascent Soul were completely dead.