Zhang Cong looked at the two people standing side by side with a calm face, and sneered in his heart: "What a pair of duplicitous brothers? How can they lie so righteously?"
What made him even more ridiculous was that Flying Squirrel actually stepped in front of Lei Shi and shouted sharply: "Brother Lei, please leave quickly. I will take the blame for you."
Lei Shi's face turned fierce, and his true energy suddenly increased again. He was about to approach the threshold of foundation building. He saw that his two tigers were so golden that they were as big as a basin. Their claws were sharp, and he suddenly opened his mouth and roared.
With a sound, he retreated onto the flying squirrel's back.
Flying Squirrel's expression didn't change, but with Lei Shi's hard push, he flew up into the sky like a bat. At this time, Lei Shi's tiger claws had already pounced in front of Zhang Cong's eyes.
Zhang Cong not only sighed to himself that the lies told by these two dramatic guys were all false and true. He thought that one of them would take the opportunity to escape and was thinking about how to deal with it. Unexpectedly, this rhetoric was just to distract him.
Create opportunities for two people to attack together.
Zhang Cong shook his head in self-mockery, sighing secretly that his experience in fighting enemies was indeed not experienced enough. He saw Lei Shi rushing towards him, using his sword in a circle, and actually used the second form of the Taoist Sword.
Suddenly, a galaxy a hundred feet wide appeared in front of Lei Shi's eyes. Zhang Cong could see the fear on Lei Shi's face, but before Lei Shi could turn around, the bright galaxy had already enveloped him.
Zhang Cong didn't think about how he could catch up with his master's sword-drawing speed, he just brought the first style of Wu-Se and Wu-Jian into the chaos of the galaxy.
It's like scribbling with your hands, using the sky as a curtain and the broken sword as a pen. With a splash, the sky is filled with stars.
At this moment, there was a sudden loud roar overhead, and the flying squirrel flying into the air had already dropped the first wave of hidden weapons.
Zhang Cong calmed down and drew the broken sword, and suddenly the hundred-foot-long galaxy rolled up into waves, like a giant hand grabbing the black light all over the sky and melting it into the galaxy.
Momonga, who had already begun to fall, was so frightened by this scene that he waved his hands again. The entire sky was almost filled with foggy hidden weapons, pressing down like a dark cloud.
Zhang Cong's remaining sword swung, and the stars in the galaxy were so bright that a cloud of starlight suddenly appeared, and dark cloud-like hidden weapons were sucked into the galaxy like raindrops.
The screams of Lei Shi, who was trapped by the galaxy, were no longer human. Lei Shi, who had been pierced by Wan Jian, held his breath and resisted the attack of Can Jian, but was stabbed countless times all over his body.
The wound was not fatal.
Unexpectedly, Momonga's hidden weapons, after being accelerated by Xinghe, would all hit him. The already crumbling Thunder Stone, this pile of hidden weapons actually became the straw that broke his life.
As the second batch of hidden weapons came, Lei Shi was completely desperate. He forgot to remind Dead Mouse that he must not use hidden weapons to attack Xinghe. As a result, he completely cheated himself.
At this time, Lei Shi was not only covered in blood, but also stabbed with countless hidden weapons. If he hadn't taken the antidote, the poison would have killed him.
At this moment, Flying Squirrel, who was flying in mid-air, already felt something was wrong. He first heard Lei Shi's cries, and then saw the little blood flowers in the galaxy. He immediately recalled the scene Lei Shi had said and regretted it.
I have a desire to die.
Although he and Lei Shi were on guard against each other, when it came to dealing with Zhang Cong, no one could escape even if they were a grasshopper on a rope. Shadow Pavilion's kill order was a double-edged sword. If you don't kill the enemy, you will kill yourself.
Momonga originally hoped that Lei Shi would hold Zhang Cong back so that he could attack with all his strength. Instead of killing his opponent, as long as he seriously injured Zhang Cong, he and Lei Shi would be able to drag this little thief who had lost all his energy to death.
But he never expected that Zhang Cong would change his sword style and use such evil sword moves that were as continuous as a waterfall in the galaxy, which would completely eliminate his hidden weapon advantage.
Seeing that Lei Shi had not only failed to accomplish anything, but was still uncertain about his life or death, Momonga immediately wanted to retreat. He spun around in the air, and soft wings sprouted from under his arms, and he flew away into the wind.
Zhang Cong was stunned for a moment. He had never thought that Flying Squirrel could do this. He immediately raised his sword and shot out a green light from the galaxy, hitting Flying Squirrel as he was about to climb up like an arrow.
The flying squirrel screamed, tilted its body, and fell into the galaxy.
The chaotic sword trapped the thunder stone, the sword energy injured the flying squirrel, and the long scroll of the galaxy was completely trapped in the sword formation by two killers who had been cunning for half their lives.
At this time, Zhang Cong realized the true meaning of the long scroll of "Chaos Dots of the Galaxy" and the freehand brushwork of the sky. Watching the master paint the stars with his sword was completely different from the feeling of drawing his sword and making a pen, and scolding Fang Qiu.
At this time, Zhang Cong actually felt that the second form of the Taoist Sword was like a huge picture book. Each stroke you made might not be the same as before. You could make a stroke based on your intention, make a coherent strike, and trap the enemy in the galaxy.
The opponent becomes a stroke in your drawing book.
At this time, Zhang Congfeng's eyes were slightly dazed. As he waved and retracted, he actually had a touch of the master's style. He completely ignored the powerful enemy and was immersed in the poetic and painting-like sword intention.
The dying Lei Shi and the frightened Flying Squirrel had been struggling for a while. Not only had Flying Squirrel's hidden weapon magic weapon been exhausted by the star-like sword intent, but the tiger-cloth magic weapon on Lei Shi's body had been stabbed into a fishing net. The two of them had already
Completely desperate.
Lei Shi's eyes were bloody. He gritted his teeth and suddenly took out a dark object. After using up the last bit of spiritual energy, he howled miserably, "Little thief, I will carry you with me until I die."
Suddenly, a sudden burst of heart palpitations hit Zhang Cong's heart. Seeing the thing in Lei Shi's hand flashing with red light, Zhang Cong was shocked and turned pale. He tightened the broken sword without thinking, and was surrounded by thousands of rays of light.
Thunder Stone and Momonga.
Oops!
These two people actually want to die together with him?
Sensing such power, Zhang Cong did not dare to underestimate it, and he immediately ran towards the surroundings!
At this moment, there was a dazzling red light, followed by an earth-shattering loud noise. Even though he avoided the center of the explosion, it still made Zhang Cong dizzy. A huge shock wave knocked Zhang Cong directly.
It flew up, hit a big willow tree, and then became motionless.
Zhang Cong had no spiritual power and energy, so he relied entirely on his spiritual thoughts to perform his sword skills. However, his body was already weak and weak. He was hit by the aftermath of the huge explosion and was immediately injured. He collapsed under a big tree.
He forced his eyes open and looked at the center of the explosion, only to see that Thunder Stone and Momonga had been blown to pieces and were too dead to die.
Zhang Cong's thoughts moved, and the Dao Dao Sword flew to him from the ground not far away. He struggled to grab the hilt of the sword with his hands, and struggled to crawl forward with the pull of the broken sword. He had to make sure that both killers were dead before he could
leave here.
The thunder stone was blown into several pieces, with residual limbs and internal organs flying everywhere. Zhang Cong frowned, picked up a golden storage bag from a pile of internal organs, and then crawled towards the flying squirrel.
Flying Squirrel's body was still intact, but half of his head was blown off. Zhang Cong pulled off his shopping bag, turned around and crawled back, and soon leaned against the big willow tree.
He had no spiritual power and could not open the two people's storage bags. Zhang Cong held the hilt of his sword and his heart slowly calmed down. With a sweep of his mind, the broken sword in his hand drew a streak of light. Suddenly, Zhang Cong's eyes suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
A huge pile of stuff appeared, enough to load a carriage.
Zhang Cong used the Dao Dao Sword to cut through Lei Shi's storage bag. He thought there would be countless rare treasures, but he didn't expect that this guy's pocket was even poorer than his own, except for some gold bars, silver notes, and a few other items.
The magic weapon, which looked valuable at first sight, was left with only a pile of spiritual stones.
Zhang Cong has always been reluctant to use his own spirit stones. Firstly, the quantity is not large. Secondly, Yi Jianfu's books have reminded him many times that the disadvantages of using spirit stones for cultivation, especially low-quality spirit stones, will cause a large amount of accumulation in the body of the practitioner.
Impurities will have a great impact on improving one's cultivation and even overcoming tribulations.
But at this time, Zhang Cong no longer cares about so much. His sea of consciousness has dried up and he has no true energy at all. Now he has no strength and his physical fitness is not as good as that of a child. If another enemy attacks, won't he be waiting to die?
Already?
In desperation, Zhang Cong reached out and grabbed a few spirit stones, sat up straight, and began to draw the spirit into his body, slowly nourishing the sea of consciousness.
It took more than 500 pieces of spirit stones before Zhang Cong's consciousness gradually recovered. With a wave of his hand, he put the things on the ground and Momonga's storage bag into his own bag, and then took it out from the bag.
After putting on a piece of clothing, he stood up and swung his sword to sweep the two bodies into the big hole on the ground. He also swung out a sword energy and swept the floating soil into the big hole.
Zhang Cong did not bury the two killers out of kindness, but he did not want the corpses here to pollute the environment of Ganoderma Village.
After regaining some strength, Zhang Cong got up and walked slowly home. His injury was not healed yet, so he had to find a safe place to meditate for a while.
After opening the door and not returning home for several days, the house was filled with spider webs. Zhang Cong swept away the cobwebs with a wave of his sleeves, walked to the bed and sat down cross-legged, and took out a few things from the storage bag again.
A black sky thunder formation talisman, a worn-out sky thunder fragment, and Momonga's storage bag.
The triangular formation talisman was actually made of meteorite iron. It was cool to the touch and had a tingling sensation of thunder and lightning, which actually made Zhang Cong's palms numb.
Zhang Cong then reached into Fei Shou's storage bag with his spiritual mind. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. These two veteran killers were even poorer than him. Apart from some hidden weapons and gold and silver, there were not even many spiritual stones in the storage bag.
They are all low-grade spiritual stones.
Zhang Cong smiled bitterly and put away the storage bag and the Heavenly Thunder Formation Talisman, then picked up the fragment of the Heavenly Thunder Scroll.
After flipping through a few pages, Zhang Cong's brows gradually wrinkled. Although he had not practiced formations, some of the methods of spell cultivation recorded in the books he read in Jianfu were actually the same as Lei Shi's Five Thunder Formations.
The laws are quite different.
As recorded in books and documents, the cultivation of spells must be done step by step from the shallower to the deeper, and the creation, destruction, harm and remedies are written very clearly, especially the combat skills, which are written in an orderly manner, including formation disks, formation talismans, magic formulas and
Auxiliary instruments are all clearly marked.
But Zhang Cong looked at it for a long time and found that the Five Thunder Formation of Thunder Stone was completely an evil formation. Not only was the arrangement of the formation gates and formation eyes contrary to common sense, but even the magic formulas and auxiliary magic weapons were almost contrary to nature.
When practicing formation techniques, the final result can only be that you become obsessed with evil and have your soul swallowed by the evil formation.