After the middle-aged fat man and the masked man in black appeared, everyone's eyes fell on them.
Su Yang immediately exclaimed and bowed at the same time: "I've seen the Taoist Master!"
Mu Zhengyi also immediately smiled. A look of surprise flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, and he soon returned to normal.
The fat man waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "Elder Su, you and I are brothers in the same sect, so there is no need to perform this false courtesy."
"Su doesn't dare." Su Yang replied politely.
"That's all." The fat man changed the topic, his eyes fell on Ye Zhiqiu, and said: "Little guy, you made it easy for me to find you."
"He should be a Taoist Zhicheng." Qianyu confirmed the identity of the middle-aged fat man, but judging from the fat man's body shape, he didn't look like a Taoist priest from a sect at all.
He has a chubby face, and his eyes are small and narrow, hidden in the fat on his face, which makes him look particularly funny. His fat body is shrouded in large and wide clothes, which are completely ill-fitting.
It looks like a piece of cloth wrapped around a large, round stone.
Although Taoist Zhicheng's appearance is not outstanding, and even a bit ugly, no one dares to laugh at him. Most of the people who see him show the most flattering smile, with admiration in their eyes. He smiles happily and does not express too much
, I have become accustomed to the adoring expressions of everyone.
"I hate fat people very much." Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were unkind, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly hit the pain points of Taoist Zhicheng.
"Little guys all have a common problem, that is, they are too self-reliant and have no idea of their own worth." Taoist Zhicheng was still smiling, but the expression on his face had become very cold, and he had no intention of laughing at all. "Part 1
It's my fault that you escaped by chance in this fight. Witch clan monster, this time I will crush you to ashes!"
"If it hadn't been for that person's help, you would have died by my sword the last time we fought." Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the masked man and said coldly. Taoist Zhicheng's face became even colder. Being stimulated by such a junior, he almost couldn't bear it.
Can't help but take action.
"There is no need to be angry with a dead man." The man wearing a fox mask spoke. His voice was hoarse and low, giving people a feeling of weakness.
Taoist Zhicheng suppressed the anger in his body and said: "I leave it to you. We can't let it go wrong this time."
"Don't worry, I have set up a dragnet this time. Even the True Immortal Daluo will never be able to escape once he comes." The man wearing the mask was very confident in his plan, and he set up a space barrier within a radius of ten miles.
, sealed off this area.
"Why do you always like to talk big words?" Ye Zhiqiu sneered, and then took out his short knife, the blade flashing with a sharp cold light.
The man in the mask did not speak any more, but also took out his magic weapon, a milky white orb, round in shape, about the size of a palm, crystal clear, with white light dancing on the surface.
"call out!"
The masked man took the lead and injected gray energy into the milky-white orb. The color of the orb immediately turned into a dead gray, and then spun sadly. With a wave of the man's robe, thick gray mist immediately burst out from the orb, covering his entire body.
Everyone was covered.
"Is this the trick again?" Ye Zhiqiu sneered and put away his swords. These gray mist are highly poisonous, and even a tiny bit of them will kill you. Moreover, the mist is corrosive, so he fought with two swords in the last fight.
, as a result, the two swords were corroded, and he was almost swallowed by the mist. This time he will not make another mistake.
"The ultimate skill of fire: Flame Dragon Finger!"
Ye Zhiqiu's self-created move uses the power of flames to wrap up his two middle and middle fingers, condensing into a thousand-foot-large flame dragon that stretches across the air, giving everyone watching the battle a strong visual shock, and also makes some people who want to fish in troubled waters
I gave up my plan.
"Roar!"
The flame dragon roared ferociously, and as Ye Zhiqiu pointed out two fingers, the dragon crossed the distance of space with an invincible posture and went straight to kill the masked man.
Under the mask of the masked man, only a pair of dark eyes were exposed. The expressions in his eyes were complicated, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. However, the fox mask on his face was always smiling, adding a bit of mystery to him.
"Kigakure Jutsu!"
Seeing the flame dragon getting closer and closer, the strong pressure forced the masked man to take two steps back unconsciously. The two men suddenly raised their heads and roared out in a hoarse voice. He raised his hands high and spoke from his mouth.
Strange scriptures, like devout believers.
"Is he chanting sutras?" Ye Zhihui asked, frowning slightly.
"It should be a defensive skill." Qianyu speculated.
Taoist Zhicheng and Mu Zhengyi were watching the battle, and their expressions were serious. Ye Zhiqiu is a demon from the Wu clan, and must be eradicated. This battle must be won!
"boom!"
A barrier of fog formed by condensation of gray energy was formed in a moment, protecting the masked man behind him like a chasm. The masked man stood motionless in the void, not afraid of the arrival of the flame dragon.
"break!"
Ye Zhiqiu was fierce and continued to pour vitality into the dragon's body. The dragon's size became larger and its strength increased dramatically. The terrifying pressure caused the earth below to collapse, and some unlucky cultivators who had no time to escape died.
In everyone's nervous gaze, the giant dragon rushed over the fog barrier with an unstoppable attitude. Deafening explosions sounded continuously, and the whole world seemed to be shaken. The aftermath of the battle continued to spread around the center of the battle.
, everywhere it went was destroyed, houses fell apart, cracks were all over the ground, and it was a mess for dozens of miles around.
Ye Zhihui fled with Qianyu on her back. The aftermath of the battle was so fast that they had no time. Seeing that they were about to be engulfed by the aftermath, Ye Zhiqiu took action in time. With a wave of his sleeves, a barrier of flames enveloped the two of them, blocking the aftermath.
s damage.
Mu Zhengyi and others were unscathed under the protection of Taoist Zhicheng. What they cared about was winning or losing this battle.
After a while, the aftermath of the battle subsided, and a figure fell feebly in mid-air. Qianyu was surprised to find that the fallen figure was a masked man!
"Brother wins! He defeated the masked man with just one move. Brother is so awesome!" Ye Zhihui said excitedly.
Qianyu frowned and said, "Things may not be that simple. Don't take it lightly."
"What's wrong with you, Jade-faced Fox?" Taoist Zhicheng's expression changed, and he immediately flew towards the masked man, catching the masked man in mid-air, with a sad look on his face.
"This person is too weak." Mu Zhengyi complained in disgust.
"Haha, don't rush to a conclusion." Su Yang smiled mysteriously, "The jade-faced fox is not something that ordinary people can defeat."
Mu Zhengyi didn't understand what Su Yang meant, so he could only continue to watch the battle. When Ye Zhiqiu saw that the masked man failed in one move, he couldn't help but show contempt and said: "My cultivation is not enough, but my tone is not bad."
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, a dry and pale hand stretched out from behind Ye Zhiqiu, piercing directly into his back and out of his chest.
"You?" Ye Zhiqiu's body suddenly stiffened, and then he turned his head in horror. The fox mask on the face of the jade-faced fox was smiling at him, and the smile was extremely ferocious... (To be continued)