With a look of disdain, Shi Jian lit up the electric arc in his hand, punched out, and a huge bolt of lightning flew out, and the dozen mummies rushing towards him were directly burned to ashes.
The thunder and lightning were brilliant, which immediately opened the eyes of Longhu Mountain, Zaoge Mountain and the Lotus Buddha Sect.
I have long heard that Maoshan senior brother Shi Jian's thunder technique is a rare power in the world. Now that I see it, I feel a little in awe.
"Amitabha, let's do the same."
Master Yijie called the Buddha's name, suddenly glared angrily, and formed a seal in his hand: "Swastika"
A golden swastika was printed using the Ten Thousand Character Seal of the Lotus Buddha Sect. When a mark was printed, the mummy also died in pieces.
As a descendant of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhanwu held a peach wood sword with a talisman on it. With one strike of the sword, a sword energy like moonlight swept across more than a dozen mummies.
There are also thunder spells here in Longhu Mountain, but other spells are pretty good, such as the Heavenly Master's Demon-Suppressing Sword.
Each faction showed their own methods and chopped down the rushing mummies to the ground. Although there were only about fifty people and the number of mummies was several times that of them, those mummies were unable to break up their camp.
Zhang Ziyu was also in the team, and when he saw that there were quite a lot of mummies, he frowned slightly.
I muttered in my heart: "It's too slow. We'd better do a large-scale clearing, otherwise there might be some accident."
He glanced at Uncle Qianhe, who was happily shooting headshots with his black and white guns.
Well, it's unlucky that Master Uncle is following Master Lin. It's not a big problem, so let's make big waves.
With a thought in his mind, thirty-six jade-like Ten Thousand Bone Swords appeared from his body. At first, they were no more than the thickness of a finger, but with a twist, they became over a meter long, hanging in front of him.
This scene made many people look surprised. What a powerful flying sword. How does the chief disciple of Maoshan want to kill the enemy?
Everyone unanimously focused on one idea.
Also, in a sense, this disciple of Maoshan is the first person of his generation, whether in Maoshan or in other sects.
First, he is always extremely eye-catching.
Thunder and lightning appeared in Zhang Ziyu's hand, and the electric arc moved like a silver snake and entered the Ten Thousand Bone Sword, adding a touch of brilliance to the edge of the Thousand Bone Sword.
"Go ahead"
Zhang Ziyu waved his hand gently, and the flying sword suddenly shot out, as fast as lightning, and headed towards the mummy with an electric arc.
The flying sword brought up strong winds and flew past many monks for a while, but they did not even react.
When he suddenly followed the faint light, he saw that the mummies had been pierced by the Ten Thousand Bone Sword, their bodies were burned by lightning, and they were almost turned into black ash.
In an instant, thirty-six flying swords came out, quickly piercing through many mummies, killing no less than a hundred heads.
Lightning flashed continuously, Shi Jian also noticed this scene and his expression froze.
The four-eyed disciple actually knows how to use thunder, and he is so showy?
Shi Jian was confused. Zhang Ziyu stood in the crowd, standing with his hands behind his hands. The sleeves of his Taoist robe were naturally hanging down. Although the concave shape was not intentional, it must be said that Zhang Ziyu was very attractive and looked like a swordsman.
appearance.
Shi Jian is a person with a good face. Before Lei Fa came into the world, he was the one who stood out the most, but now it is obvious that he has been outshined by this nephew.
Huh, using the thunder method like this is just taking advantage of the power of the magic weapon. This guy Simu knows nothing about the thunder method, so he teaches his disciples like this...
"Pfft"
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly the thirty-six Ten Thousand Bone Swords suddenly fell towards the ground and penetrated nearly half of the ground.
"What happened?!"
Some monks' expressions changed, thinking that something had happened to Zhang Ziyu, and they came over with magic weapons to help protect him.
Such a talented person should not have died here.
However, they were just about to leave when they suddenly saw that Zhang Ziyu still looked calm, the lightning on his body surged a little more, and he softly uttered one word: "Explode."
As the voice fell, the thunder of the thirty-six Ten Thousand Bone Swords suddenly surged, and connected with each other to form blue and white lightning.
"rumble"
Thunder and lightning exploded instantly, like crazy silver pythons scurrying around in an area of 500 meters, and explosions sounded from time to time. All the rushing corpses were within the envelope, and in an instant, they all turned into fly ash.
The lightning was controlled easily and did not harm the Taoist in the slightest. Only the mummy survived.
"Hiss, what a powerful thunder formation, incredible, incredible."
Everyone present is knowledgeable. This skill is not as simple as thunder magic. It is all about weapon refining, formations, and thunder magic. It was just some luck that Maoshan found this disciple.
Shi Jian's old face twitched slightly, and the slap came a bit quickly. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just now, otherwise he would really not be able to get off the stage.
"Master, master, do we have such a technique in Maoshan?"
Shi Shaojian was born to be a guy with no eyesight. Seeing that this move was very handsome, and his father was the number one person in Maoshan's Lei Fa (Zhan generation), he naturally asked his father first.
"There's a fart, get out of here."
Shi Jian gave Shi Shaojian a kick, and put away the arc of the Lightning Thunder Fist in his hand in annoyance.
If this technique really existed, he would still want to learn it.
But to be honest, that guy with four eyes is just lucky to have such a disciple.
Shi Jian is an extremely arrogant guy who refuses to bow his head easily, but now he also has a faint sour feeling.
Envy is envy, but fortunately, this child will not lose face in Maoshan.
"Uncles, the mummies have been cleared. Let's head to Fengmen Village as quickly as possible. We are afraid that there will be great dangers there. We must not be careless."
Zhang Ziyu took back the Ten Thousand Bone Sword and gave instructions.
"Senior nephew Ziyu, don't worry."
Everyone responded, although Zhang Ziyu was a junior, the respect shown in his words put him at the same level.
Seniority is seniority, strength is strength, maybe this kid will be the headmaster of Maoshan in the future.
Some thoughtful people have already seen the strangeness of Zhang Ziyu's leadership in Maoshan, but this is not the time to think about it.
Zhang Ziyu led people to clear the way, and the Ten Thousand Bone Swords guarded the left and right. When the mummy appeared and walked straight past it, it was a heart-wrenching experience.
Although the mummies would still appear, it did not stop Zhang Ziyu and his party from continuing to move forward.
The more they rushed towards the depths of Fengmen Mountain, the more gloomy the surrounding environment became. The trees gradually withered and became as lonely as a mass grave.
A trace of red mist began to appear, carrying the smell of blood, and everyone's brows were already frowning.
"The place is weird, I'm afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, suddenly at the end of the mountain road, red mist surged out and spread out in all directions, and a mountain village appeared in front of everyone.
The shrill voice suddenly sounded, piercing the red mist, as if someone was deliberately scratching the dry bones with sharp blood-stained nails.
Low roars and high-pitched terrifying screams came from all over. Looking at the red mist, rolling like clouds, upon closer inspection, there were actually moving figures with distorted expressions, terrifying and frightening.
"Hahaha, these five refining gods really think highly of a useless person like me."