The small and sparkling flying sword, exuding a bright and shrinking pink sheen, hung two feet away from the vines. It did not attack immediately. Zhang Wenfeng, covered in mud and filth, stood on the cobblestones by the creek, holding the sword in his right hand.
Touch the ground.
He made a sword gesture with his left hand and pointed at the flying sword, his eyes calm and indifferent.
The shaman warrior man immediately did not dare to move. There were seventeen or eighty feet between them, and they were also more than ten feet away from the vines.
Even if he pounced, he wouldn't be able to kill the kid with just one punch.
This guy who is a Taoist and swordsman is very difficult to deal with. Even if he is only at the Perfect Transformation Realm, he can fight with him in close combat with a few moves.
That kid tried his best to kill the trapped Witch Chan with his flying sword, but he really didn't retreat.
The man stopped on the branch, gritted his teeth and said: "If you dare to kill the witch toad, I will kill you! No one can save you!"
He waved and took the six-foot hunting fork that had been knocked aside by the sword into his hand.
Zhang Wenfeng stepped on the stream and slowly retreated to the west, saying: "It depends on whether your fist is faster or my flying sword is faster. You can try it!" He couldn't be more calm.
Threatening the toad with a flying sword and trying to cut off the opponent's escape route was his only chance of survival at this time.
He had already seen Yun Qiuhe falling from the sky, and he sighed in his heart. Why was the patrolman always late to come?
Yun Qiuhe's ability could not stop this powerful shaman warrior.
He relied on the "Blue Light Reflection Spell" to withstand the sudden and heavy blow from the hunting fork.
His heart was injured by the shock, and his protective powers collapsed. Fortunately, he was wearing a dust-cleansing robe and inner armor, so the injury was not serious. If the man were to attack again with a flying cross, he would probably be unable to withstand it.
The most troublesome thing is that he can't control the flying sword, and his consciousness is almost exhausted. Through actual combat trials, he clearly knows that the time he can control the Taomu Flying Sword is about half a word (two and a half minutes). At present,
He had no choice but to bluff, hold the flying sword in the air, and stage an empty city strategy to threaten the opponent from taking action against him.
Use vines to trap the Earth-burrowing Witch Toad, and fight against the Witch Toad's struggle and poisonous mist corrosion, consuming Yuan Qi all the time.
Now he is strong on the outside and hard on the inside, and his bottom is almost exposed.
On the other side, Yue Anyan was one step ahead of his second senior brother and rushed to the side of the viewer.
She also saw Yun Qiuhe coming, and without saying a word, she whipped out four small jade flags from her sleeves and planted them three feet away, just covering the creek.
The Liangyi Water Transformation Formation creates mist when it encounters water. This is the first water-formation formation that Yue Anyan learned.
She used the clumsy jade from the Houshan Hall, consulted Master Yun repeatedly, and spent a lot of materials to refine three sets of formation flags that could be carried around. In Yun Qiuhe's words, she had never seen such a prodigal woman.
Of course, Yue Anyan laughed off Yun Shangren's teasing, but she had to have protective measures at her side.
She made a secret with her left hand, waved her right hand, and threw four small jade flags on the ground, setting up a reverse two-yi water formation, expanding the range of the formation forward and backward, one forward and one reverse, complementing each other, and the mist expanded to six
Husband.
During this time, she didn't even glance at the man dressed as an Orion in the sky.
She only does her own thing, looking focused and serious.
The stream seemed to come alive, trickling up to the shore. This is the magic of the formation's use of momentum.
The shaman warrior man threw a rat weapon and saw the mist covering the Taoist priest's waist. He thought again and again, stepped on his feet, and rushed towards the direction of the witch toad where the poisonous mist was corroding the vines and making a "chichi" sound. He was gradually approaching from the east.
The woman in the state did not pay any attention to her.
At the critical moment, he chose to save his life safely, hoping that it would be too late.
The flying sword buzzed and trembled, then flew at an unpleasant speed towards the mist rising from the stream.
The man was relieved, because the boy knew the current situation and did not dare to do it right.
Yun Qiuhe was also surprised when she saw the delicate flying sword in the air. Guanzhu Zhang's trump cards refreshed her knowledge time and time again. She had a profound foundation in the Immortal Spiritual Viewing. When she saw the man's movements, she slashed the magic formula held in her left hand.
After hitting it, the cold mist quickly condensed into countless ice crystals in the air, and the fist-sized roar hit the trapped Witch Toad.
She understood the key at a glance, so why not take the opportunity to add insult to injury?
The witch cultivators who have lost their witch beasts are like rats crossing the street and will be beaten to death sooner or later if their whereabouts are exposed in Da'an territory.
"He is a witch warrior, be careful..."
Zhang Wenfeng reminded loudly, speaking in such a hurry that he couldn't help but bend over and cough.
Yue Anyan quickly waved his hand to form a formation, and the mist rose with the water, instantly covering the entire area with clouds and mist.
The small mahogany sword flew into the mist. As Zhang Wenfeng bent down, he lost control and fell to the ground. Yue Anyan hurriedly reached out to catch the beautiful flying sword. The second senior brother ran into the mist from the west.
The two of them supported the viewer who was coughing uncontrollably, with a trace of worry on their faces.
The man who was a witch warrior stood in front of Wu Chan and glanced at the misty stream where coughs were coming from. He was a little annoyed. That boy was so cunning. He was deceived by that boy again. Otherwise, he would have killed him with one blow and Wu Chan would have been able to escape.
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He waved his hand and threw the hunting fork hard at Yun Qiuhe, who was twenty feet away.
Two fists were raised, creating a fist shadow and strong wind, smashing the ice crystals into pieces and scattering them.
Yun Qiuhe was so aware that he flew to a high place and shook out a jade bracelet from his wrist.
The jade bracelet turned into a water curtain, which was thin and transparent and seemed to be extremely weak. "Pfft", the hunting fork failed to completely penetrate it with a single blow, and was quickly wrapped and tightly wrapped by the water curtain. It gradually lost speed and was trapped in the air, unable to move.
This was a treasure specially sent to her by her master. Yun Qiuhe was very satisfied. The senior brother saw her injured last time, so he beat around the bush and told her master in a letter, thinking that she didn't know.
He grabbed a handful of talismans in his hand, flew close to him, and smashed them over the head of the shaman warrior who tore off the vines one by one.
Last time she had a desperate fight with two second-level sorcerers, she had some experience in dealing with them.
She would not think that she could defeat this second-level shaman warrior by herself.
She was self-aware, and it was impossible to take any more risks. She had to guard against being hit by the opponent's counterattack if she got too close. Her target was still the huge disgusting toad that was stabbed with vine barbs and was bloody and bloody, and its body was covered in pimples, pus, and smoke.
The man had no choice but to stop and turn around, raise his two fists, curl up the fist wind, and open the talisman to unleash flames, rock thorns, ice thorns and other attacks. These crappy things were completely useless to him.
However, a small gash was opened in Wuchan's lower jaw, penetrating from the side. It was a wound caused by a flying sword. The situation was not optimistic.
The blood flow stopped, and the Witch Toad suffered heavy injuries, and its protection was severely weakened. The thorns and iron wire vines tied horizontally and vertically on the Witch Toad's body were bitten into the skin and flesh by their curved hooks.
There were too many, and he could only tear them off one by one to clean them, which was very troublesome.
Fortunately, as the boy was injured, the thorn-barbed wire vine became loose and withered a lot.
In Wuchan's current state, he could no longer withstand attacks from such a large number of low-level talismans.
Just as the attack that broke out from the talisman collapsed, the ground suddenly shook, and several ground thorns slammed forward.
Yun Qiuhe, who was good at everything, used the talisman explosion as a cover to secretly make secrets and launch an earth attack from the ground. She had been with Zhang Guanzhu for a long time, and she knew how to play dirty tricks without any teacher.
The Witch Toad was lying on the ground, and its fragile abdomen was suddenly hit hard. The pain caused it to jump eight feet high with a "croak" sound, and then fell heavily. The remaining vines on its body were stretched and scattered, and the feet and feet were broken, even if there were hooks and thorns hanging on them. , it will not have any impact on it.
However, the two new small bowl-sized blood holes on its belly made its injuries worse.
Blood gushed out and flowed downwards, and it looked really miserable.
"hateful!"
The shaman cultivator was furious. How could Wu Chan escape when he was ready to die?
His escape route was completely gone.
With a kick of his feet, the man jumped into the air and chased after Yun Qiuhe who was the first to flee towards the north. He was really angry. This mission was extremely frustrating!
Whether he can go back alive is very uncertain!
Zhang Wenfeng took out a healing elixir and a Qingqi elixir. Regardless of whether the elixir was poisonous, he swallowed it in one gulp. He took the small flying sword that Yue Anyan handed him, inserted it into the hole reserved in the black cloth bag, and put it into the bottle.
Straightening out the breath, driving the remaining Yuan Qi in the body, seizing the time to absorb the power of the medicine, while shouting:
"Lv Zijin, do you want me?"
About a hundred feet away to the south, there was a sound of a powerful donkey braying in response.