Chapter 171 Killing a thief is saving a hundred people
A long sheet of yellow dust, as thin as a veil, suddenly appeared among the swirling snowflakes, approaching the short shaman cultivator from behind and above. It was Fu Gujing who rushed out of the fire rain and used his magic weapon "Wu Jing Sha" to attack the shaman cultivator.
Xiu launched an attack.
Chen and Zhu followed closely, trying hard to keep the three-man formation from falling apart and encircling them from the left.
The irritable witch cultivator was knocked to the ground by Zhang Guanzhu. They beat the sap and stabbed the witch cultivator in the dark. Depending on the situation, they could still pull the shaman cultivator back.
The short shaman cultivator felt depressed, these guys were all fighting madly without risking their lives.
He knew that if the yellow dust got stuck on his body, he would be unable to get rid of it in an instant.
At the critical moment, how dare you stand up and swing your sword to block the whirlwind of sword light that continues to attack from the front.
After a few exchanges of moves, he also felt some of the strength and weakness of the opponent's sword style. He used his strength to dodge to the gap on the right, and was about to fly up. "Whoa", a dark yellow rope as thick as a finger suddenly popped out of the snow, and he was shocked.
The pale little shaman's feet were tied up.
Fu Gujing laughed loudly, and cast a spell. The rope was coiled like a snake, and in an instant, the second-level witch cultivator was tied into a big rice dumpling, along with his hands, feet, and weapons.
He built a plank road secretly to Chencang, forcing the witch cultivator to flee to the snowy field on the right where he had just deployed his method, and tried his best to destroy this valuable rope for binding demons. Today, he will leave this witch cultivator who arrogantly committed a murderous crime behind.
The short shaman cultivator was frightened and tried his best to stir up the black fire to burn Fasuo, who was particularly tough.
These boys are so weird, they don’t even know when they set the trap?
He should never have done it, he should not have carelessly flown at low altitude. As a result, the sword monk used a weird secret method to shock his soul, and then he was grabbed by a weird sword style and knocked to the ground. He is still a little distracted, and his reaction is slow during the fight.
So much.
Faso contracted and tightened, and crackled as he was burned by the black fire.
However, it is impossible to break free in just three breaths.
The handful of beans held by Zhang Wenfeng in his left hand was mixed with the seeds of the thorn-hooked vine, and he almost spilled them. He quickly stopped reciting the magical scriptures silently, and his body paused for a moment to suppress his unsteady breath.
The interruption of his magical power had some impact on him.
Fu Gujing shouted: "Kill!"
His favorite thing is to beat up a drowned dog or something.
Everyone can find the shamans, cultivators and thieves and punish them!
He pulled out his left hand from his cuff, pulled out the black and sharp law enforcement wrist blade, rushed four feet away, and stabbed the short witch cultivator's neck on the left side through the gap of the smoking fasuo. Yuan Qi surged, and the witch cultivator's body was filled with energy
The black flames suddenly dimmed.
Zhang Wenfeng suppressed his turbulent breath, turned around and rushed forward, followed by a flat thrust with his sword, the tip of the sword exploded with force, breaking through the opponent's defense, and only a breath slower than Fu Gujing, it penetrated the acupuncture point on Wu Xiu's chest.
"Puff", Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He followed closely behind, their swords piercing the wizard's back and left rib respectively.
Zhang Wenfeng stabbed cautiously and retreated, avoiding the splatter of blood. He looked at Wu Xiu, whose eyes almost popped out of his head above the mask, with desperate and crazy eyes, and hurriedly shouted: "Quickly retreat!"
I remember that the Mountain God said that one must beware of black witches of the second level and above, who can cast vicious soul-eating witchcraft before death, causing their souls to scatter and hurt others.
He hurriedly threw the seeds held in his left hand to the snow, and raised his left index finger.
As a temporary ghost agent, he also has the underworld energy in his hand, so he is not afraid of lonely ghosts, and he allows the witch cultivator to use his soul to create monsters?
Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He retreated in shock when they heard this. They were not very capable, so how could they dare to show off their skills? They stabbed the second-level sorcerer with a sword, which was a sigh of relief.
Fu Gujing let go of the handle of the wrist blade, took two steps back and shouted: "Suppress!"
As he shouted, runes flashed on the black wrist blade inserted into the witch cultivator's neck, and a thin gray mist emerged from the shaman cultivator's head, showing signs of shaking and struggling.
"You have today too!"
Fu Gujing quickly took out a dark copper magic bell from his sleeve pocket. There was no bell ball in the middle of the bell, and complex runes were engraved on the inner wall. He held up the dark copper magic bell and looked at the shaman cultivator's head, and shouted: "Collect the soul!"
He hated the witch cultivators who repeatedly committed crimes and committed murders. Today he finally caught one, a second-level witch cultivator, and he felt extremely happy.
A thin light as thick as a wick shot out from the hole in the middle of the dark bell. With just one roll, it tore out the suppressed soul above the head of the witch cultivator and rolled it into the inside of the bell. A faint scream could be heard.
In the wind and snow, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.
"How dare you extract a living soul!"
Three hundred feet away in the air, the last second-level shaman cultivator who was suppressing Yun Qiuhe realized that something was wrong, but was held back by the fierce Yun Qiuhe's deadly attack, preventing him from returning to rescue in time.
Companions escape.
Everything happened too suddenly and too fast.
He fought hard to get injured and took a blow, and rushed here, roaring like thunder: "Is this the justice that you Taoists claim to be? Are you not afraid of damaging your virtue and getting retribution?"
"Bah, what method can't be used to deal with you remnants of witch cultivators who have destroyed human nature? Killing one thief means saving hundreds of people, not to mention that he escaped from the soul because of his own evil, but I broke the witchcraft and captured the living soul.
Being able to take out the whereabouts of your lair from his mouth is a great merit, so where can you get retribution?"
Fu Gujing was so heroic that he sealed the dark copper magic bell and put it into his sleeve. He pointed the sword at the middle-aged witch cultivator who flew toward him without covering his face, and said: "Come on! Let's fight!"
Beside him, the short shaman cultivator died of exhaustion and fell dead in the snow. The ropes wrapped around his body were broken every inch.
Fu Gujing didn't even look at it, but exchanged a demon-binding rope for a superior second-level witch cultivator.
This deal is a bargain no matter what!
Zhang Wenfeng took out a Qingqi Danner and swallowed it in his mouth. The sword-sharpening exercise consumed a lot of energy. He had a fierce battle with the second-level shaman cultivator. In addition, he had only been promoted recently, and his realm was not stable enough. He was mentally exhausted and Yuan Qi was already exhausted.
He needs to make up for it.
He stood on the left side of Lao Fu, silent and speechless. He sensed that the few seeds he had thrown away earlier, which left a trace of Yuan Qi, were scattered on the snow three feet nearby, so he sent a message to Lao Fu, who was provocative in every possible way.
If you can save a little effort and keep the remaining middle-aged witch cultivators, why not?
He kicked Wu Xiu's corpse so that it rolled over.
Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He stood in the back, and the four of them formed a common four-elephant battle formation. The two people behind showed a strong fighting spirit in their eyes, and they wanted to shout: Come on, let's fight!
The shaman cultivators and thieves are single and weak. They are five against one. Except for the two flag-wavers, the other three have means. As long as the thieves dare to come, they will never come back.
Fu Gujing collected a handful of yellow sand in her left hand, waved her hand back, and said through a message: "Back off!"
Yun Qiuhe's hair was disheveled, her mouth, nose and face were stained with blood. The robe on her back was torn, revealing a dark robe with a bloodstain on it. She had suffered a sneak attack earlier and was seriously injured. Fortunately, the robe on her body was mostly healed.
Attacked, a protective jade talisman around his waist was broken, saving his life.
At this time, she finally took a breath, grabbed several pills, stuffed them into her mouth and drank them.
As long as you don't die, you can keep fighting.
She took out two yellow messenger talismans from her waist bag, quickly left a message, and waved the talismans out with her hand. She had been fighting on the verge of life and death, and couldn't spare the time or focus to call for rescue.
She fell a hundred feet away from the middle-aged witch cultivator. When she saw the four senior brothers retreating, a smile appeared in her eyes.
She remembered that Guanzhu Zhang had a powerful secret technique that could be used invisibly, and as the icing on the cake, she gave him more than a hundred spiritual plant seeds.
Therefore, she stepped forward in no hurry, activated the elixir to heal her injuries, and quickly replenished her mana.
She believed that Zhang Guanzhu was full of evil and could drown the bad guy.
The middle-aged witch cultivator stopped twenty feet above the ground and glanced around suspiciously. Why did he feel a little weird?
The moment he turned his head, on the street not far away, the snow suddenly exploded with the mutilated corpses of several people lying dead. The middle-aged witch cultivator jumped forward in fear, swung his sword to block back, and then suddenly changed his mind.
He fled to the right, but he was a step too late. "Bang", he was hit on the left shoulder by a string of silvery-white surrounding shadows, causing him to lose his balance and roll onto the snow.
The pain in his shoulder was like broken bones, and the coldness entered his body, but he used his witchcraft to resist it.
The cunning opponent used the technique of making false claims in the east and attacking in the west to make sneak attacks, which interfered with his judgment.
Turning around, he stared at a charming woman in white fur flying in the air, and said bitterly: "Xinyue, we witch cultivators and your three-tailed demon fox tribe have always been in harmony with each other, why do you want to help Tao cultivators deal with me?
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Xin Yue played with a delicate ring in her right hand, glanced at the young Taoist priest who looked motionless, and said with a smile: "I'm happy to do it!"