A sound wave suddenly exploded next to Zhang Wenfeng's left ear, and the attack came very strangely.
Zhang Wenfeng was shocked to the point of having stars in his eyes, and his face looked in pain. He hurriedly stopped and blocked with his green bamboo sword horizontally. His feet were deep, one foot was shallow, and the other was diagonally backwards. He quickly retreated. He couldn't even keep his steps in a straight line, and he was staggering as if he was drunk.
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"Cang", the swords collided and vibrated with great force.
The sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand, his body was unbalanced and he staggered a few steps, shouting hurriedly: "Kick him!"
He needs a little time to recover, and the other party has also fallen into his plot, which is when he is unable to move.
The two of them each prepared dirty tricks for each other, and each other suffered a loss.
A group of black figures rushed out of the darkness, kicked off the ground and leaped into the air, making a "dong" sound, and four pits were dug into the ground.
Luan Tingsan, who was covering his left eye, heard the sound of stamping on the ground behind him. He suddenly turned around and slashed diagonally with a whistling sword. The young Taoist hit him with a booming sound technique. He was too preoccupied with himself to take care of himself, so he posed no threat to him for a while.
He was afraid of those who could get close to him while hiding in the dark.
Why is this little Taoist temple so full of masters?
The old lame man couldn't even stand still, but he actually used his fierce mid-level marksmanship to suppress the masked man and make him retreat. Damn weird things happen every year, especially this year.
Luan Ting struck the air three times with his sword, suddenly he woke up and looked up into the air.
It was the black donkey he bumped into when climbing over the courtyard wall. It leapt over his head in the air, and its two huge hind limb hooves alternately kicked towards the top of his head. The speed was so fast that there was almost no wind, and the ghost-head knife he held in his right hand
If you use too much force, you will be unable to recover as soon as you hit the back.
In his busy schedule, he clenched his left hand into a fist, filled it with Yuan Qi, and struck it diagonally upward.
An animal can sneak up and jump above its head to kick people.
Could it be that he has become a monster?
The strange thing is that he didn't notice the demonic aura fluctuations on the donkey's body.
"Bang bang", the hoof hit his fist continuously, almost breaking the bones of Luan Tingsan's left fist. It was so painful!
That beast is so powerful!
If he hadn't been protected by Yuan Qi on his fist, this would have been absolutely terrible.
Luan Tingsan's left eye was filled with tears. He glared hard at his right eye, swung the knife, and drew a big arc with the light of the knife, chasing after a huge black shadow in the air.
He punched hard and turned away, not wanting to fight.
Looking at the direction of the landing point, Luan Tingsan was so angry that his head hurt and he shouted: "Be careful of that donkey!"
That donkey has definitely become a spirit, he can play the tactics of attacking in the east and attack in the west, and he is too flexible in the air.
He had already spoken too late. The masked woman who was having a fierce fight with the second senior brother heard a sudden strong wind behind her head. She quickly turned her head, thinking that someone had shot a hidden weapon at her. She didn't react at all to the donkey or something.
He dodged the first sneak attack, but he couldn't dodge the second hit of the series of invisible kicks.
A jet-black donkey's hoof with an earthy smell struck the masked woman's left temple with a "bang" sound.
The woman's head tilted violently, and with the sound of bones breaking, her eyes exposed outside the mask suddenly bulged.
Her body swayed, and she staggered to the right involuntarily.
The second senior brother was overjoyed. He jumped forward and pierced the masked female thief's neck with his sword, and then pulled her away.
He didn't expect that the donkey, which the temple owner said was very spiritual, could also help fight, so fierce and powerful!
He was so smart that he decided to reward the donkey with bean cakes for both meals tomorrow.
The blood spattered, covering half of the body of the second senior brother who was inexperienced in stabbing someone for the first time. The bloody smell almost made him vomit, and he took a few steps back, holding his sword on the ground and gasping for air.
"Mangqing!"
When Luan Tingsan saw that the woman had been brutally attacked in an instant, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, that damn donkey.
How abominable! Come at him if you have the guts!
Zhang Wenfeng retreated five or six feet away and shook his head fiercely. He had recovered. He felt that the water in his brain was swaying and he could still hear the buzzing echo. He waved the green bamboo sword in his hand and shouted: "Come on.
!Don’t you just want the sword in my hand? I’ll give you a ride with the sword.”
The thief stared at the green bamboo sword he drew, and he had already seen the greedy look in his eyes.
Revenge should be just a convenience, coveting the magic weapon is the purpose.
One of the three thieves was killed, and the donkey landed on the ground, swung its tail coquettishly, and rushed towards the masked man who was suppressed by the lame uncle.
He breathed a sigh of relief, it was time for him to use a unique move to deal with the bandit leader in front of him.
Even if Yuan Qi is exhausted, there will be no worries.
At least, he has a cunning fighting donkey to help him.
Zhang Wenfeng was distracted and silently recited the Qingxin Jue, forcing himself to calm down from the ringing in his ears. He pointed the tip of the sword in his hand at the bandit leader several feet away, stepped forward slowly, and quickly killed Luan Tingsan.
He kept his eyes on the other person's mouth, in case the other party used that mysterious spell again and tried to trick him again.
Luan Tingsan wiped his left eye blurred with tears with his sleeve, swung the knife with one hand, and used the corner of his eye to notice the left hand of the boy opposite him that was clearly holding something in his sleeve, and he stepped forward.
The two sides fought again, and the swords clashed with each other, causing a dense clanging sound.
His cultivation is superior to others, he is skilled in the use of Yuan Qi, and can suppress it with force.
Zhang Wenfeng, on the other hand, has a variety of sword styles, is light and splendid with hidden murderous intent, and his swordsmanship is head and shoulders above his opponent.
Both sides were very calm in this fight. They attacked, blocked, defended, and advanced and retreated in a measured manner. They fought fast and fast, changing directions like wheels to fight. They were not in a hurry to kill the opponent with one move, but kept testing to find flaws.
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On the other side, the masked man seemed to be more worried about the donkey's attack. When he saw the donkey charging from the side, he hurriedly slashed with his sword and quickly retreated in the direction of Luan Ting. As long as the donkey dared to charge, his sword would definitely draw blood.
The donkey is afraid of pain and death, so it will not step forward to receive a knife, but will stop its body by stepping on the ground with its front hooves.
The whole body was swung horizontally, facing the masked man with its buttocks, its hind limbs rose into the air, and its hooves kicked back. Under the bright light of the fire, there seemed to be countless shadows of feet.
After several sharp "dang-dang" sounds, the masked man couldn't hold the narrow sword in his hand and threw it into the air.
The old lame man stared at the flaw, his body shook and he suddenly made a strange raccoon walk, sprinting at an extremely fast speed.
The long iron hammer he held in his hand made the sound of wind in the air.
"Huh", at the moment when the masked man's narrow sword was thrown away and his body lost balance, with a scoff, it pierced the left side of the man's chest and penetrated diagonally through the back.
This style is a medium-level spear skill. The old lame man no longer retains his strength, he is ruthless and courageous.
Do you really think that he is too old to kill thieves?
He followed the thrust of the long iron drill and stopped when he was about an arm and a half away from the man. This was to prevent the other party from counterattacking at the last moment.
Then, the old cripple's eyes suddenly widened. He was shocked and saw that the masked man's exposed palms, forehead and cheek skin suddenly had fluffy white hairs appearing strangely, and his dark eyes changed.
It's as green as a will-o'-the-wisp and scary.
The old cripple just listened to the second senior brother's story last night about the temple master's killing of the female thief and the killing of zombies with his sword, and he was deeply impressed.