The two of them were stagnant for a fraction of a second!
Taking advantage of this extremely short period of time, the eyeball monster actually shrank back slightly, escaping the fierce suppression of the ten square shields falling from the sky.
However, Fu Yang's "Grip of Ghosts and Spirits" is relatively flexible, so the two powerful magical hands still rubbed a little against the monster's body, and then they collided and clenched together!
Boom!
It was like two big trucks crashing into each other, making an explosion.
This disgusting and weird humanoid eyeball monster had a large number of black tentacles in the front part of its body that were shattered by this move, and a large number of them fell to the ground with a crackle.
It was still trembling, but soon turned into a pile of black stinky water. It gave off a strong smell of rotting seafood, fish and shrimp.
The monster was injured by Fu Yangweike's team and seemed very angry!
After taking a few steps back, the disgusting big white eyes on his chest opened and closed again, obviously he was going to use that terrifying spiritual power to carry out a soul attack again.
Buzz!
The air trembled, spreading out ripples like water waves.
Fu Yang and Wei Ke quickly retreated for fear of being affected. But this time, there seemed to be no weird souls or tingling sensations in the brain like before.
Um?
"Could it be that this eyeball monster was seriously injured by my attack, so its strength also declined? Just in time, I will kill you while you are sick!"
Fu Yang was secretly happy.
In the process of retreating, he waved the Thousand Fantasy Sword in his hand again, issuing a black sword with the roar of a mysterious beast.
But something strange happened!
The attack actually failed.
Fu Yang obviously aimed at it, but in the end he deviated from the direction and seemed to have turned a corner, hitting an innocent van parked on the side of the road.
Just cut it open in the middle and cut it in half!
Fortunately, it was already late at night and early in the morning, and there was no one around. If the car owner saw it the next morning, he would probably cry in pain, right?
Fu Yang couldn't believe it: "How is that possible?! I obviously attacked it."
An orthodox Taoist cultivation level has reached the middle stage of San Lu Zhenren, and his real combat power is comparable to the late stage or even the peak of Si Lu Zhenren. How could such a low-level mistake like a spell attack miss?! (Author's note: Fu Yang is an orthodox Taoist
In the middle stage of the spiritual power of Sanlu Zhenren, the real combat power of the ghost power is [equal to] the late stage of Silu Zhenren, which is close to its peak, and the combat power of the five-color spiritual power is unknown. Those readers who say that I am writing randomly, sometimes three Lu, sometimes four Lu, please read carefully.
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The Ghost Sword Sect swordsmanship performed by Wei Ke next to him was different from Fu Yang's!
As soon as he took action, it was like a violent storm.
Countless sword energy shot quickly, beheading and slashing.
but……
Unexpectedly, they all missed and failed.
The nearby green belt was completely destroyed. The large amount of sword energy instantly chopped seven or eight forearm-thick trees into pieces, and many ceramic flower pots were also chopped into pieces. The soil was splashed.
I guess the sanitation workers will cry until their balls hurt tomorrow morning, right? It’s such a mess, it’s too hard to clean up!
Why is this happening?
Neither of the two people's spell attacks could hit them?
Fu Yang and Wei Ke both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
And the weird eyeball monster no longer avoided it at this time. The white eyes as big as a man's head opened and closed, and actually took the opportunity to shoot out a beam of blood.
The two of them narrowly avoided each other and were almost injured.
An idea flashed in Fu Yang's mind: "I understand! I'm afraid this damn monster used some weird power to distort our vision. We thought it was attacking us, but in fact, its body was not in that direction at all."
Wei Ke was stunned.
Then I understood what Fu Yang meant.
"Honey, you use the ghost gate to break off the boundary to surround this area. Look at how powerful your husband is!"
Fu Yang holds Thousand Fantasy Swords in his hands and is eager to try.
This guy actually regards this as a kind of training! He is almost like a fighting maniac, which is not in line with his usually gentle personality.
"good!"
Wei Ke responded decisively and used the ghost gate to break the boundary.
Huge black ghost gates invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people descended from the sky, one after another. The place was closed in from all directions, and the eyeball monster could not escape at all.
"Fight!"
Fu Yang closed his eyes and rushed forward.
Don't look with your eyes.
Completely rely on spiritual and auditory perception to fight this monster!
Whoosh!
Fu Yang dodged to the left side of the monster.
The opponent also waved his black tentacles and dodged to the side. He wanted to avoid the edge of the Thousand Fantasy Sword!
His ears twitched and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
With a twist of his wrist, the Thousand Fantasy Sword in his hand quickly swung in the opposite direction.
Poof!
The black sword tip directly made a long gash in the eyeball monster's abdomen. Black liquid with the smell of rotten fish and the smell of the ocean flowed out.
It's flowing all over the ground, and it smells worse than a rotting human corpse. I guess ordinary people would faint if they smell this disgusting smell, right?
But the eyeball monster let out a weird roar and showed no signs of weakness. The large number of tentacles on the right arm actually condensed into a black bone spur, which was actually similar to the bone spur in Fu Yang's "beast transformation" state when the power of ghost power was pushed to the extreme.
resemblance.
Then he stabbed Fu Yang in the throat!
Obviously, this eyeball monster is intelligent. But I don’t know whether this intelligence belongs to the black-robed demon who served as the “host” in the first group of gods, or whether it is possessed by this black mucus parasite after it devoured him.
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unknown!
Goosebumps rose up in the front of Fu Yang's throat, which was a keen sense of approaching danger.
He lifted the Thousand Fantasy Sword upwards, and it changed in the process. It turned into a mace covered with spikes, which was strong and domineering.
Naturally, it blocked the monster's black bone spurs.
"Haha! The mace is so good. The Thousand Illusion Sword really wins my heart."
Fu Yang laughed.
Holding the mace, he smashed it forward like a barbarian. His strength was already extremely strong, even exceeding that of Taoist priests of the inner alchemy lineage at the same level. Waving the mace, he was so powerful that the air
Explosion.
I gave this eyeball monster a big push!
But of course the opponent is not a vegetarian either. Zhang Fu Yang cannot see with the naked eye and can only fight with his spiritual and auditory senses. After all, he is not as sensitive as his vision.
Its body shook, and a large number of sticky black tentacles condensed, and seven or eight black bone spurs suddenly appeared. The shape is a bit like the Ming Ersuo transformed by the Mingwei General who was camped at Qikaishi Reservoir.
The form of the "Eight-Armed Ice Demon".
Clang clang clang!
Seven or eight bone spurs attacked Fu Yang crazily, colliding with the Thousand Fantasy Sword quickly, and a series of sparks flashed in the dark night. It was like a metal collision, with a unique beauty. (Second update)