With those heavy steps, his face trembled, and the ground under his feet trembled. The Zen stick in his hand slashed wildly, making him even more powerful. However, the momentum was still imposing, but the composition was still not at all. Others danced
The weapons were not leaking, but his Zen stick was breathing everywhere when he danced.
"Bang!" With the muffled sound, the fat monk was slapped away by Changsun Luocang again.
"The wind is tight, huh!" Finally realizing Changsun Luocang's power, the fat monk shouted loudly.
The cold sweat on the foreheads of Gu Fenghua and his friends was already pouring out like a waterfall. It was indeed not wrong to guess. This guy is really a bandit, and he even shouts incisions so skillfully.
After shouting the incision, the fat monk turned around and ran away. In just a few breaths, he ran away without a single person.
"We'll leave too!" Ye Wuse said.
"Let's go!" Gu Fenghua pulled Yu Boqian up, and the fat white man picked Ye Wuse up in the waist, and several people flew towards the depths of Yuquan Mountain.
In fact, when the fat monk appeared just now, they should have taken the opportunity to escape, but at that time the holy energy was almost exhausted and they could not move their feet at all. They recovered a little while the fat monk and Changsun Luocang fought.
The fairy grass and soul jade purple wood box were right on Gu Fenghua's body. How could Changsun Luocang let her slip away from under her nose? When she moved her body, she followed her closely.
Although Gu Fenghua and his men had already used all their strength, the gap in strength was too big. How could the speed be compared with Changsun Luocang? Just a few ups and downs, Changsun Luocang chased after the few men three feet away, and he was too lazy to go with it.
Several people talked nonsense and raised their palms directly.
Even though this palm had not been slapped, Gu Fenghua and the others could already feel the oppressive momentum and their breathing became difficult.
In desperation, the few people could only hold the hilt of the sword again. The gap in strength was so scattered that if Changsun Luocang took action first, they would probably not even have the power to resist. If they took the initiative, they might have a chance.
However, before several people could take action, a sharp scream came from the air.
Changsun Luocang was suddenly shocked. Looking up, he saw a fat monk with a fat face falling from the sky like a meteor. Before the person arrived, the Zen stick raised high in his hand had already been smashed heavily.
Although this monk's holy sword skills are ordinary, even saying that they are usually complimenting him, his crazy staff technique is completely disorganized, and it is just a mess, but it cannot hold back the strength of others. That Zen staff
Made of Tianxing Gold, it weighs a thousand pounds anyway, but it is as light as nothing in his hand. With his own strength, he has ten thousand pounds of power every time he smashes it. This time, he takes action on the air and takes advantage of
How powerful should the downward momentum be?
Changsun Luocang had already suffered a lot before, and was almost injured under his stick. He did not dare to be careless at all. He didn't care about Gu Fenghua anymore, raised his palms high, and met again.
"Boom", with a loud noise, two figures flew out at the same time.
They flew seven or eight feet away, and the two stopped each other. Changsun Luocang's figure was obviously a little weaker, and his aura became much weaker, and he was obviously very injured. However, he had been fighting with the other party for a long time.
He knew a little, and this time he took action without the hasty in the past, and did not allow the other party to take much advantage. As soon as the fat monk stabilized his body, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.