Then he said proudly: "Don't worry, Taoist priest! I can do it! What kind of black shirt can you do? Let's chop melons, cut vegetables, and make a pot of mishmash!"
The leader had a look of disdain on his face: "Ho ho! It's easy to find death. I'll help you, so join the battle!" Sheng Xuzi secretly rejoiced, but Ling Xuzi still shook his head: "Our Emei Sword Sect has encountered a catastrophe today, and we can no longer implicate outside Taoist friends.
Han Shaer looked at the leader and said, "I'll join your sect!" He jumped up and broke a tree branch and practiced several Emei sword techniques, not only those taught by Yu Yanzi, but also those he had just learned.
Ling Xuzi seemed to have discovered a new world, his eyes were filled with brilliance: "Old Taoist, on behalf of our sect, I would like to respectfully invite fellow Taoists to join me! I don't dare to talk nonsense about master and disciple. I only follow the title of Xu, and call myself a Taoist name. What's the matter?"
Be good! Being able to reach the top of the Emei Sword Sect in one fell swoop is too exaggerated and exciting, right? No, it’s nothing, I’m very good at it. Han Shaer smiled harmlessly, and responded heartily: “Okay.
People call me Mr. Zhen, and call me Zhen Xuzi!" He shook the branches and slowly filled the gap in the eight formations of Tianfeng.
"Zhen Xuzi? Well, high! High! High!" Sheng Xuzi praised, and followed Ling Xuzi back to the formation to command and take care of him.
When the battle was approaching, Han Shaer said to himself: "It would be nice to have a bow and arrows." Shengxuzi responded: "Yes! What's the use of it, junior brother?" He ordered the disciples who were carrying bows and arrows to bring them bows and arrows, and let him
Choose. Han Shaer lala, it’s too light - forget it, let’s make do with it first. He said with a sly smile: “Just wait and see, our arrows are for eating his arrows.” He took out nine pills, and each sword spirit
One grain.
The leader looked on coldly, couldn't help but sneer, took off his black shirt, and waved it in his hand. The man in black followed the order and launched a new round of brutal attacks.
Master Yuyi, even though he is a sword spirit, is still overwhelmed by the powerful strike of the Zhuge Shenxu, a first-class master of the Black Shirt Association. Han Shaer does not touch the bad luck, wandering like a ghost in lightning, and he moves with his bow and arrow: I shoot straight! I shoot diagonally!
I shoot upward! I shoot downward! I look back and shoot with a smile! I shoot behind my back... Ordinary arrows, in his hands, seem to have eyes, exerting extraordinary power. The arrows shot by the divine crossbow
, most of them were stopped on the way, fell down, and caught fire and exploded, injuring many of their own kind. Master Hagoromo suffered new injuries, and the disciples in Tsing Yi were even more injured, and the losses were increasing...
Han Shaer thought, this won't work. It's just a show on the battlefield. It's better to get some real materials! He stopped blocking the arrows and shot at the shooter of the Zhuge Godly Crossbow. But when he heard "ah", "ouch", "I
"Hand"...Twenty first-class high-rollers each stabbed an arrow into the palm or back of their hand. The arrow neither touched nor penetrated, but stayed in the flesh.
The men in black changed shooters, and the leader roared into the wind and went into battle shirtless. Han Shaer fired a series of shots, and also raised his palms - the main peak of Emei, the wind became even wilder, and countless blades flew in the sky, shooting towards
From the opposing camp, some collided and fell, some folded their wings in the wind, and more stabbed their disciples or subordinates... The people on both sides were scarred and wailing.
Sheng Xuzi held his sword high: "Emei disciples, listen to the order! The black-shirted men will go crazy, slaughter my Emei, and destroy my sword sect. This hatred will not last forever! Let us follow your third master uncle, third master Zhen Xuzi, with all our strength
Counterattack, everyone strives to be the first, everyone is brave, kill the black shirt society, and avenge the shame! Kill-"
"Kill!" The Tsing Yi disciples swept away their sluggishness and rushed out of the formation with excitement and high spirits. "Kill!", "Kill!"... The disciples were assigned to each group, and they changed from being timid and wailing.
Rush to help.
The world is reversed, and the offense and defense change positions.