Zhang Wenfeng stared at the sky a hundred feet away. Yun Qiuhe was ambushed and intercepted by two second-level shaman cultivators. He was surrounded from both sides and was in a critical situation. Moreover, he could not escape from the two men's pursuit. He went far away, and he felt anxious.
The sword movement was still steady, and one sword after another attacked the masked shaman warrior who was desperately resisting.
However, the wizard's defense was so strong thanks to his secret skills that even though he stabbed him with scars, he still couldn't kill him with one sword. Every time, the opponent tried hard to get injured and avoided the vital point. When the sword tip pierced the wizard's body, it could only pierce.
The clothes and skin were weak, and they were pushed open by the strange force generated on the skin.
He suddenly shouted: "Ha!"
The donkey jumping around ten feet away hit the sorcerer's ears with a booming sound technique, which was hurriedly holding a short knife.
The sound blasting technique is different from the thunderbolt technique, and requires several breaths of time to buffer and accumulate momentum.
The masked shaman warrior's body was radiating black light, and there was a look of pain in his eyes. His defensive secret method could not completely block the invisible sound attack. His retreating movement was stagnant, and the sudden sonic attack affected his balance of movements.
A sword suddenly came from the gap between the sword light that he was blocking, and pierced his left eye. Yuan Qi entered his brain. The shaman warrior let out a frightening scream and fell backwards.
Zhang Wenfeng did not continue to pursue and mend his sword, and allowed the shaman warrior to scream and roll in the snow.
He casually took out a handful of bean sprouts mixed with the seeds of the thorn-hooked iron vine and scattered them in the snow within ten feet of him. He raised his sword arrogantly and made a provocative gesture of wiping his neck towards the short witch cultivator who was looking over from the east.
He stepped forward, cut off the dying sorcerer's head with one sword, and kicked the head away with one kick.
"Asshole!"
The short shaman cultivator was furious and couldn't solve the problem even if he let it go for a while. Yun Qiuhe, who was injured and still trying to resist with his treasures, flew fiercely from the air.
Compared with black witches and wizard beasts, witch warriors are more difficult to train. Even if the task is completed this time, they will be scolded.
Under his nose, the Taoist boy used his sword skills to kill a witch warrior who was famous for close combat and defense. This made him very angry. He cursed that damn trash in his heart. He couldn't do it even if he delayed for a while. He was just pretending in his mind.
of feces.
Fu Gujing beheaded the tall and thin witch cultivator wielding the black wooden staff and shouted: "Surround and kill that three-inch man!"
He understood that Brother Zhang was so irritating a second-level witch cultivator in order to give his junior sister a chance to breathe. At the same time, he sighed in his heart. The fireworks communication took so long. Do the two cultivators on duty on Xihe Mountain really want to stand by and ignore the matter?
The short, masked witch cultivator who flew towards me couldn't bear to hear insulting words like "three-inch Ding".
His body turned rapidly in the air, the cold light broke through the wind and snow, and he suddenly struck Fu Gujing with a knife.
In his opinion, it only takes a few breaths to solve these three Taoist practices.
On the contrary, the guy who wields the sword is very powerful, so I'm afraid it will take a lot of time.
Fu Gujing hurriedly recited a spell in her mouth, scattered the yellow sand with her left hand, and waved her sword to create a cloud of yellow mist. The sword light was hidden in it, and she led Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He back quickly.
In an instant, there was a clanging sound and heavy rain fell.
Without any scruples, he used all his skills to block the second-level shaman cultivator for a moment, but he was still able to do it.
He didn't want Brother Zhang to fall into danger alone because he was rescuing his junior sister. He wanted to turn the battlefield here and combine the efforts of the four of them to hold back the bad-tempered witch cultivator. He would then send two or three fireworks to summon him.
Having an extra helper is always a good thing.
The short shaman cultivator was furious. His several quick attacks were greatly reduced by the strange sticky yellow mist.
His figure swayed in the air, bypassing Fu Gujing who was blocking the front and reaching the Perfect Qi Realm. The sword flashed like a shadow and slashed fiercely at Zhu He on the left from behind. He wanted to pick a weak persimmon to strike and break the entire entangled formation.
Fu Gujing hurriedly turned around and swung her sword to control Huang Chen's rapid movement, and shouted: "Retreat!"
With a wave of his left hand, he smashed several talismans, yellow light exploded, and dozens of rock thorns shot towards the short witch cultivator.
It also contains three whistling "Earth Elemental Killing Thorns" in the shape of a pin.
His cultivation strength is not comparable to that of a second-level witch cultivator, and he definitely has more talismans and various magical tools than his opponent. Even if the power is less, it can take more time based on the quantity.
Zhu He and Chen Qingqiao used their swords to block the attack, then staggered and took the opportunity to retreat.
They were self-aware, so they could only play side drums, protect the flanks for Lao Fu, and rescue him at critical moments. It was impossible to confront him head-on. Fortunately, Lao Fu attacked in time. The shaman cultivator flying in the air had some scruples, so the attack with one knife was aborted.
Zhang Wenfeng sighed. The old man did bad things out of good intentions. Unlike the tacit understanding between him and Donkey, he had no time to transmit the message just now, so his plan failed and he had to act according to the situation.
He took a few leaps, rushed towards him with his sword, and sent a message to the donkey not to follow.
The donkey is naked. Even if it is protected by the thunder entanglement technique, it cannot withstand a few attacks from the second-level witch cultivators. Moreover, the donkey's attacks are not powerful enough to deal with the second-level witch cultivators, so don't get involved.
The donkey's speed advantage is not enough when faced with a witch cultivator who can fly in the air.
The little badger woke up from its nap, squatted on the back of the donkey and bared its teeth, staring at the shaman cultivator in the sky eager to try.
The donkey quickly carried his godson and fled.
The short witch cultivator's figure was erratic. He swung his knife to smash the phantom of the rock thorn that the talisman had turned into. He waved his sleeve with his left hand and swept away three earth-moving evil-killing thorns that followed him around and attacked. He became increasingly annoyed. He silently recited a spell in his mouth and waved his hand. Large black flames turned into dots of fire and rained down over the three people who had reorganized into a tight formation. They rained down and separated Zhang Wenfeng who was coming from behind.
I want to see if that Taoist cultivator with great swordsmanship dares to break into his Yin Fire range?
He is prepared with a powerful backhand that can be released at any time.
Zhang Wenfeng saw the old master controlling the yellow mist, protecting it above the heads of the three people, and ducking to the side. The fire rain moved with it, and it was still able to withstand it for a while. Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He were desperately pouring Yuan Qi into the yellow mist above them. Wu, if the three of them combined their efforts and used magic weapons to resist the witchcraft of the second-level witch cultivator, one party would be proactive and the other would be quite passive.
"Don't force yourself!"
Fu Gujing sent a message to remind Guanzhu Zhang outside.
The power of the second-level shaman cultivator made him exhausted.
Zhang Wenfeng made a prompt decision, recited scriptures silently, his body was washed with invisible golden light, and the magical power of the bell-ringing curse instantly acted on the witch cultivator who looked at him sideways.
He wanted to seize the opportunity and take advantage of the time when the witch cultivator used a large-scale witchcraft to suppress the three old masters. This was his chance.
He stepped hard and made a pit in the snow.
The whole figure was like a blazing arrow, going straight through the area covered by black fire. Dots of black fire hit him, making a "chichi" sound, and were extinguished by the cyan, dark yellow, and light yellow brilliance that appeared on his body.
The sword rolled like a whirlwind, like a millstone turning, with the flag waving, and it crushed and killed the short witch cultivator who was shocked and dazed for a moment. What about the second-level witch cultivator?
Being entangled in such a close quarters by a swordsman like him, who can't bear to walk around, or two.
He is not fighting alone!
He has a companion who can support him and has no worries.
"Ding, clang, clang", the short witch cultivator hurriedly swung his sword, and black fire erupted from his body.
For a moment, he couldn't get rid of the attack. He was killed by Zhang Wenfeng's unique sword-grinding style and fell from the air to the ground. He stepped on the ground and kept going backwards, defusing wave after wave of sword-style waves. The strong wind swept away the snow foam and shattered bricks.
Splashing left and right.
This sword style is so weird, the sword light rotates and rolls like a millstone.
Most of his counterattacks failed to hit the mark.
Then he was furious. The dignified second-level shaman cultivator was suppressed by a Taoist boy in the Huaqi Realm. Where could he put his face?
In the blink of an eye, he retreated several feet. The short shaman cultivator struck with his left hand, and with a "whoosh", a ball of black flames smashed into the whirlwind of sword light, exploding countless sparks, causing the entire sword light offensive to stagnate for a moment.
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He sneered, so what if his swordsmanship is great?
He can rely on his cultivation and use witchcraft to gain the upper hand, but he won't have to fight with his opponent's sword skills.
Wait for him to fly up in the air, keep the distance, condescend, and use the witchcraft of the storm to kill the Taoist boys who caused him embarrassment.