The wind blows gusts above the river beach, and the sound of water from the underground river surges.
Zhang Wenfeng's stern lips curled into a smile, and he remained in a stalemate in the air, competing with his opponent to consume the magical sword energy. Taking advantage of the moment when Bian Wuguo lost his mind, the sword energy surged again.
The jujube sword slashed down to the bottom, and the energy in his body was rapidly drawn out.
As his cultivation and sword realm improved, he gained more control over the use of his magical sword powers.
Just after passing the easy fold, he touched the different uses of the twists and turns of extreme rigidity and softness.
Bian Wuguo is worthy of being a master of the Free Realm. His soul sharpening is far better than that of a monk in the Jianwei Realm. He was panicked for a moment. Under such a fatal blow and at an extreme disadvantage, he reacted extremely quickly. The talisman sword in his hand turned into countless transparent ancient runes with his thoughts.
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The gleaming secret characters form a layer-by-layer light wave shield connected end to end.
"Bang, bang, bang", there were several loud sounds in succession. As the talisman sword in Bian Wuguo's hand deflected, the light wave shield tilted slightly to the left and right, neutralizing Zhang Wenfeng's remaining sword energy slashes, and the light wave shield also collapsed and was blown by the river wind.
Several huge tunnels were blasted out on the riverbank, causing mud and sand to fly everywhere.
Bian Wuguo stepped back a few steps, his bun spread out on his head, a trace of blood dripping down his forehead and down the bridge of his nose.
The talisman sword in his hand was dull and dull, like scrap metal, with all its spiritual energy lost, and he threw it away casually.
The kid who was once despised by him as "the best person in the world" almost cut him in half with a sword. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and gave up the talisman sword to fight an evenly matched opponent. There was still a trace of sword energy left.
It hurt him, but it didn't matter.
He endured the terrifying experience of the ghost head mushroom absorbing the energy of the body and growing rapidly.
He forced himself to calm down and shouted with a slight tremor in his voice: "Qi!"
Mana was poured into a jade pendant hanging on his waist, and there was a soft "pop" sound, light waves flashed, and the body was once again covered with a layer of light black light wave talisman.
He did not dare to use Yuan Qi anymore, and continued to retreat with one kick deep and one shallow.
The reason why the ghost-headed mushroom is sinister is that it attaches to the cultivator and absorbs mana from the body surface of the cultivator. The demonic power grows crazily. It cannot be destroyed by fire or drowned in water. It will grow back again after being removed. Even digging out the piece of flesh has no effect.
It's weird and difficult to deal with.
The more he used his magic to use Yuan Qi, the more lush and rampant it became, spreading out branches and leaves until it sucked him out of the realm and turned him into a useless person.
He must endure the fear and restrain his energy. After the kelp mushroom is full, it will mature and wither in a very short time.
Fortunately among the misfortunes, only six Pilead mushrooms grew on his body.
If you endure it for a while, you can overcome it.
He held a thick black talisman in his hand, shook it towards Zhang Wenfeng who was rushing towards him, and shouted: "Don't come here! You can't break the protective talisman armor on my body in a short time. If I use this soul armor in my hand,
Shi', you will never be able to stop me. If we don't make peace, I can swear to my heart that the grudges between us will be wiped out from now on..."
Zhang Wenfeng turned a deaf ear. He ducked, turned and blocked the back, and stabbed Bian Wu in the back of his heart with a sword.
Interrupt the other party's deliberate delay.
With his duty to eradicate evil behind him, and with such a good opportunity, he had no intention of making peace with the enemy.
He obviously saw that the opponent did not use Yuan Qi and wanted to wait until the ghost head mushroom withered. He stabbed the black guardian talisman with a sword. The runes flashed in the black light. The attack power was instantly reduced by 30%, stabbing Bian Wuguo down.
Rolling on the ground, he slashed with his sword.
The sword's light was like weaving, but the black light runes on the talisman's armor vibrated rapidly and were consumed violently, but they could not be broken in a short period of time.
What we are competing for now is time. Zhang Wenfeng shouted calmly: "Lv Zijin, come and attack him quickly and force him to use his magic power! We can't let him have an easy time. Xin Yue, restrain that soldier."
He struck and attacked the pale gold soldier wildly, hitting the soldier's donkey hooves that were damaged in many places, and rushed over at lightning speed.
It never discounts the patron's instructions at critical moments.
Xin Yue hurriedly threw out the silver ring on her wrist, turning it into a silver halo, and tied it around the waist and abdomen of the pale gold warrior who was trying to break through the siege of the cold wind. She did not seek to attack, she only needed to hold back the fighting power.
A decent soldier is enough.
While busy, I took a moment to glance at the battlefield more than thirty feet away.
She guessed that those ghost-headed mushrooms were Mo Ye's gift to Zhang Guanzhu as a way to save his life and kill enemies. She was not surprised at all. It was just that how to use the ghost-headed mushrooms so cleverly that a monk in the realm of freedom could figure it out without knowing it was very test-taking.
More "careful" and calculated with means.
Suddenly remembering something, she pulled out her magic weapon short blade from her sleeve and shouted: "Then, use the magic weapon to attack, and you can quickly break through his third-level 'Guardian Talisman Armor'."
To deal with live targets, magic weapons are still useful, even if the short blade is only a foot long.
Throwing it with his hand, the short blade drew an arc of cold light in the air and fell into the distance.
Bian Wuguo, who was trampled by the donkey's huge hooves, bombarded with lightning, stabbed by swords, rolling on the ground and almost buried in the sand, originally wanted to survive at the risk of losing his face, but he almost got through it.
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Suddenly he heard that the fox demon had thrown a magic weapon, and he was shocked and angry.
Didn't he just bully Zhang Wenfeng because of his shallow Taoist background and lack of serious magic weapons? If he wanted to use swordsmanship, magic and brute force to break his third-level protective talisman armor, it would take a while.
He noticed that the Pileum mushroom growing on his body showed signs of withering, but it was a pity that the damn vixen ruined his good deeds.
"You forced me!"
He gritted his teeth and suddenly jumped up from the sand pit. The light of his left fist flashed, and he knocked out the bitch-skinned donkey demon that had been dominating him for a long time. The thick black talisman held in his right hand flashed.
As soon as he spat it out, a gust of wind blew the thrown short blade away to the river.
The ghost-headed mushroom is like a fly that smells a fishy smell, absorbing mana crazily and continuing to thrive.
"Quickly retreat!"
Zhang Wenfeng shouted, with an expressionless face, he stabbed Bian Wuguo in the chest with his sword, which was unable to escape even after being distracted. A cyan light suddenly lit up at the tip of the sword. It penetrated into the violently fluctuating light talisman of the talisman, reached the skin, and stabbed out.
A shallow concave shape.
"You're crazy!"
Bian Wuguo screamed and slammed out the Talisman Soul Armor that had not fully absorbed the Yuan Qi in his hand.
He regretted so much that he should have sacrificed this "Soul Armor" as soon as possible, broke the kid's limbs, and abolished his cultivation. Now there is nothing to do, he has already enjoyed the results.
The reason why he was in such a mess was because he underestimated the enemy and was reluctant to spend too much money.
"Boom", an explosion sounded between the two of them, sending them flying several feet away, filling the air with sand and dust.
The protective talisman armor on Bian Wuguo's body collapsed and faded away, and his chest was bloody and bloody. That lunatic and bad guy who didn't want his life self-destructed a flying sword, and then approached him in front of him and used the self-destructing sword in his hand.
After pouring Yuan Qi with all his strength, he didn't even have time to control the protective talisman armor. This was a very unjust loss.
"Kill him!"
Bian Wuguo looked at the original mushroom in his hand, which had already sprouted three. The mushrooms on his shoulders and back also sprouted two smaller ones. He never dared to use Yuan Qi again, otherwise he would be sucked away by the subsequent ghost-headed mushrooms.
Realm, shouted fiercely.
His heart was full of sorrow and sorrow, and the monk in the comfortable realm was suppressed so miserably by the monk in the gradual and weak realm.
A life of great shame and humiliation!
What a miserable word!
A black shadow floated up from the ground and struck Zhang Wenfeng on the head as he stood up, knocking him down three feet. The dark blue and green light patterns surrounding his body vibrated and flickered sharply.
Silver thunder light floated on the donkey's body, and it rushed towards Bian Wuguo who was retreating sharply. It knew that the root cause was Bian Wuguo.
Attacking Bian Wuguo is to rescue the leader of the temple. It also sees that Bian Wuguo does not dare to use Yuan Qi anymore. It is the right time for it to attack. It wants to force Bian Wuguo to use Yuan Qi again and make the thief covered with blood.
Overgrown with black mushrooms.
"Block!"
Bian Wuguo showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth and drank softly.
A dark shadow appeared and appeared in front of the donkey.
"Bang", the donkey received a punch and stumbled back toward the river in a daze, causing the black shadow to float a few feet away.
Xin Yue, who was in the distance, shot out several beams of white light with her hand, and attacked Bian Wuguo separately at a very fast speed.
The black shadow was as fast as a ghost, flashing several times in the air, hitting the white light one by one.
Zhang Wenfeng's face turned pale, and he forced himself to swallow a mouthful of blood. He pulled out the green bamboo sword in the storage space, silently recited the scriptures and activated the "Hundred Turns and Thousands of Curses" magical power. Countless green wood thorns screamed and attacked from all directions.
In his spare time, Bian Wuguo picked a withered ghost head mushroom on his hand.
Third-level Talisman Masters are too difficult to deal with, and any random method will keep them busy for a while.
This "soul armor" is too fast and has at least 30% of the attack power of a free-spirited monk.
Fortunately, he had many helpers and was able to distract the soul warrior.
Otherwise, even if he has a condensing vortex disk to protect him, he will not be able to withstand a few blows, and his internal organs and meridians will be shattered by the huge force.
"Hit him!"
Seeing the black shadow turning into countless afterimages, messing up his green wood thorns, and preventing any of the magic wood thorns from piercing Bian Wuguo's body, Zhang Wenfeng shouted calmly.
Only by making the soul warrior exhausted, could he find an opportunity to give the seemingly leisurely Bian Wuguo a fatal blow.
The donkey's nose was bleeding. He stood still and launched a lightning attack towards Bian Wuguo, who was more than ten feet away. No matter how powerful it was, it divided each lightning strike into several filaments and turned to attack Bian Wuguo from all directions.
Passing by, mixed with the green thorns in the sky, the lightning shines.
The speed of the soul warrior was indeed strange, and he transformed into hundreds of figures to protect Bian Wuguo.
Countless silver lightnings were annihilated on the black shadow.
Perhaps the shadow was annoyed, or perhaps it was secretly driven by Bian Wuguo. It suddenly moved and pounced in the direction of the donkey, which was about to kick its hooves.
The donkey hurriedly swung its head and turned its body sideways to hit it, and "bang", the lightning on its body spread like rain in the air, illuminating everything.
The donkey was badly hurt, fell to the ground and rolled towards the river, only to stop after several feet.
But it was difficult to stand up.
Zhang Wenfeng took the opportunity to give up the harassing attack with the green tattoo magical power that he pretended to control, and slashed at Bian Wuguo who was ten feet away with his sword. He opened the door to greet the guests, and the sword energy flashed like a rainbow.
The black shadow wounded the donkey with one blow, and quickly retreated in front of Bian Wuguo, raising his fists to block the sword attack.
The sword energy and black light collided fiercely and were consumed.
A line of almost invisible sword energy, extremely agile, separated from the sword energy blocked by the black shadow, passed over the top of the black shadow's head, and with a "chi" sound, it pierced the chest of Bian Wuguo, who was looking at him in shock.
The subtle sword energy was extremely sharp, destroying Bian Wuguo's internal organs and meridians.
The Yuan Qi that Bian Wuguo mobilized in a hurry couldn't resist it at all, blood overflowed from his seven orifices, and black Pileum mushrooms grew crazily.
"How come you have... natal sword energy!"
Bian Wuguo staggered back, his face growing old rapidly. He never imagined in his dreams that the opponent didn't even have a magical sword and was not yet at the level of freedom. How could he cultivate a wisp of his natal sword energy?
What?
Are real sword cultivators so unreasonably powerful?
The body swayed and fell softly to the ground.
A white light flew from the distance, screamed, and wrenched off a white-haired head.
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(If I don’t finish the chapter today, some bad-tempered Taoist friends might send me razor blades or draw circles. The author smiles to please his face (*^_^*))