Ning Yan covered his mouth and waved his hands repeatedly. After all, he learned the martial arts during a surprise attack in the early morning. No matter how talented he is, this time is not enough to get a first glimpse of the skills, let alone to use them in a moment of life and death.
Backlash? It’s already a big deal that he didn’t get hacked to death by random swords.
Wu Qing saw that Ning Yan could not count on him for the time being, so he immediately turned his attention back to the people in front of him. Anyway, this kid would lose his temper from time to time, and he was used to it.
This water and land ceremony was quite grand, attracting countless famous masters. He recognized many familiar faces at a glance, including Four-Handed King Kong You Fengyu, Returner Lei Hong...
Among them, the one who feared him the most was the young man hidden deep in the crowd, the younger martial arts genius of Tianying Castle, Baiquan Yinyu Ke Guowen. The falling bow in the opponent's hand was said to be able to split mountains and crack rocks.
, a hundred-foot-thick city wall can be shot through with one strike. Wu Qing doesn’t think that his Dharma can block the opponent’s arrow head-on.
But Ke Guowen's fighting style is very sophisticated despite his young age. His fingers are lightly clasped on the bow string but he is not in a hurry to release the arrow. He borrows other people's body shapes to constantly change the position, making it very slippery.
Although he has not fired a single arrow so far, he has put great pressure on Wu Qing, and he has been forced to change his tactics hastily several times. In order to avoid the cold arrows that may strike at any time, Wu Qing has to continuously reduce the scope of his activities.
, holding up the phantom of the pagoda is like holding up a turtle shell, not daring to let go of the attack at all, and the battle gradually becomes passive.
"Damn it... Wang Dutou, is there any way to deal with that young man with the mark between his eyebrows?"
"Yes."
"Even if you don't have it... hmm? You really have it??"
Wu Qing suddenly turned around. He was just asking casually because he was in a hurry and went to the doctor. He didn't expect Wang Ren to answer so decisively.
When he was distracted, three or four people immediately saw the right opportunity and stepped forward side by side. The light of their swords and their blades intertwined into a web of murderous intent. Wang Ren's eyelids jumped, and he quickly formed five thunder fingers with one hand, and then stamped his feet with force.
With a tug, a faint purple snake-shaped thunder light came out from the tip of his nose and flew towards those people.
Peng!
The thunder light dispersed in response, and the air waves caused by the intersection of the two made Wu Qing almost unable to open his eyes. He hurriedly stepped back and distanced himself, and said hurriedly: "Thank you!"
Wang Ren slowly exhaled a trace of white air and coldly snorted: "Look ahead and don't be distracted."
"Oh, oh... okay." Wu Qing paused, and then said: "You'd better move faster, we can't escape until Ke Guowen is dealt with. With his archery skills, as long as we dare to expose him
His back will definitely be nailed to death with one arrow!"
"I know, buy some time for me!"
After Wang Ren said this, he suddenly sat down on the ground, a look of determination flashed between his brows.
Ever since his usual Yan Ling Dao was cut off by Qiu Shui, he seemed to have changed from a full-time warrior to a magician. The only remaining dagger has become a decoration. He starts with the thunder method in a fight. He seems to have to take out all kinds of talismans for free, and return them.
You can also give your teammates colorful b.
If you really want to talk about it, swordsmanship is not actually what he is best at. It is just because he is in the army. The formation flag and long sword have always been the standard equipment of military attaches, and he has become comfortable with them over time.
You can think about it with your toes, how could the leader of the Taoist sect be good at sword skills? Thunder skills, formation techniques, weapon refining, talismans... this is his true skill.
Don't ask, just ask, the Longmen Sect knows a little bit about everything.
At this desperate moment, Wang Ren finally stopped hiding his clumsiness. He pulled out the short knife and lightly scratched his palm. The blood flowed to the ground along his fingers. Under his deliberate control, he slowly drew a circle around his body. At the same time, he
He stared at Ke Guowen with his eyes, and quickly drew a vertical child pattern between his eyebrows with his finger dipped in his own blood.
Wu Qing caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of his eye and asked in surprise: "You even know how to do witchcraft?!"
It was said that the art of witchcraft was only passed down in Lingnan Road. He had never seen it a few times after working as a clerk in Si Tianjian for so many years. Suddenly he saw an acquaintance he knew using it and was really surprised.
I feel like there is nothing Wangdutou can’t do besides giving birth.
Wang Ren, however, had no energy to talk to him. He muttered words and kept reciting weird syllables. His tone was fast and slow, and blood gradually oozed from his seven orifices.
Ke Guowen, who was opposite him, seemed to be restrained by some inexplicable force. His face was full of struggle, his facial features were twisted in one place, making him look extremely ferocious, and his steps were a lot messy.
Seeing this, Wu Qing's morale was greatly boosted. After being suppressed for so long, he finally had a chance to avenge his embarrassment. These masters are indeed famous, but Wu Qing, his tower player, is not a vegetarian. He also made it in his youth.
With a fist that shakes three rivers and shakes nine cities, no one is afraid of the other in a real confrontation!
The rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, but the fire lotus above his head has no tendency to be extinguished. The strange weather of high temperature and heavy rain makes Wu Qing's physical strength exhausted very quickly. On the contrary, his momentum is rising steadily. The more he fights, the braver he becomes.
Gradually it became one with his body. When the sword struck his chest, the sound of "dang, dang, dang" was heard.
"Get out of my way!"
Wu Qing's roar was like an angry lion's roar, one arm suddenly hung up, and the sword that was slashing at him was immediately knocked away. Another punch was blasted out, and the powerful brass-colored Qi formed a streak.
The huge fist mark, which is ten feet high, strikes forward.
Although this style of Shenmen Zhenshan Fist is only a low-grade one, he has been immersed in this style for ten years. Coupled with his thirty years of skill, he can truly defeat any enemy with a thousand armies!
Everyone in the altar was forced back by the punch. Taking this opportunity, the four people quickly used their body skills to escape from the altar. However, the situation outside was not much better. The entire city was in flames, and the six outside
The altar is almost completely lost, and warriors with faces turned into hungry ghosts are everywhere making trouble.
Ning Yan finally regained his breath and said in shock: "Where did these people come from?"
Wu Qing said angrily: "I still want to ask you. The Yunluo Baogai umbrella was suddenly burned out, and the black smoke from the sky made the city a mess. What happened during the Yankou ritual?"
Wang Ren looked at the pursuers behind him and interrupted: "Let's stop talking, let's find a safe place first."
"You're talking lightly, look at this, how can there be any safe place." Wu Qing lamented heavily, the situation went bad so quickly, they were not prepared at all, and now it was difficult to even fight out of the city.
Ning Yan pondered for a moment, turned to look at the inner altar not far away, gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go in!"
As the core of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly, the inner altar is much more heavily guarded than the outer altar. However, in the face of this corrupt situation, Nan'an Temple not only did not send experts to solve the problem, but actually planned to close the inner altar to avoid the limelight. While a few people were talking,
The golden Buddha light has almost locked the entire inner altar.
Wang Ren was obviously moved, but when he saw the Buddha's light, he shook his head: "It's too late."
"It's too late!"
This decisive voice made the other three people stunned at the same time. Ning Yan shouted: "Hold me tight!"
Wu Qing's mouth opened slightly: "Why are you saying this at such a tense moment? It's quite sudden..."
"No time to explain, hurry up!"
The three of them looked at each other, and finally decided to believe Ning Yan.
Ning Yan's body was instantly covered with a big man, he hugged several people tightly with both hands, and then ran forward quickly.