The magical blow worked, and the bell that rang deep in the soul knocked the black shadow to the ground. Zhang Wenfeng did not dare to relax for a moment. He was now able to control the subsequent execution of the "Bell Ringing Curse" and used his spiritual thoughts to pull the golden runes produced by Xuan Miao.
, speeding up to wrap around the man in shadow.
To strike first is to gain advantage, but to strike later suffers disaster. The words and deeds of the other party arouse the murderous intention in his heart.
Yue Anyan knew the master's temperament very well. She knew that the master could get angry without saying a word, and she was preparing for it with her fingers. When the master used a secret method to knock down the black shadow, she did not choose to attack from both sides. She raised her left hand and flew from the cuff of her sleeve.
A white light came out.
The white light turned into mist-like water vapor, covering the remaining water palace space that was several feet in size nearby.
She became familiar with several self-defense treasures given to her by Fang Bailan. As long as she was given time, she could guard them without leakage.
With the help of water potential, the power of water treasures can be brought out.
Taking advantage of the moment when the man in black shadow was busy caring for himself, he pushed away the mist that filled the air and threw out a few formation flags to protect the seven-leaf and one-branch lotus on the ground.
There is a master fighting, she just needs to concentrate and hold on.
This guy who was summoned by the temple owner using the "God-Inviting Spell" and claimed to be the Water God, was hiding somewhere before. He was able to hide from the earth spirit's search and detection last time, so he is considered very powerful.
"Go to hell!"
The dark man with invisible golden runes entangled in his body fell into the fine web of spider silk, and suddenly a more transparent shadow emerged, and he shouted at Zhang Wenfeng from five feet away.
"Chirp", a ray of water appeared from above Zhang Wenfeng's head, turning into a water sword that screamed and struck down.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the magical power could not restrain the opponent for a moment, and could only restrain most of the black shadow. The sword light circled into the air, "chishua", and cut off the opponent's water sword transformed by magic. He kicked his feet, and carried the sword forward in an indomitable way.
The sword energy crackled and slashed at the two black figures with great momentum.
Regardless of whether it was a god or a ghost, he was really angry if he dared to take advantage of his senior sister.
If you don't want to talk nonsense with the opponent, just kill him.
The sword energy and the Hunran sword were almost in no particular order. "Poof", tiny twisted ripples appeared in the air, cutting the struggling black shadow trapped on the ground into black energy and disintegrating. The separated transparent black shadow disappeared first.
"careful!"
Yue Anyan's low-pitched reminder came from behind.
Zhang Wenfeng's sword did not hit the ground completely. He was worried about breaking through the restriction placed by his senior sister using the treasure. The guy was too fast and it was almost impossible to catch him after he escaped. Fortunately, his senior sister saw the opportunity quickly and confined this small space in advance.
, let him act freely without worrying too much.
He paused sharply, took a step diagonally, twisted his wrist with his left hand and slapped him back.
It seemed very slow, but it hit a sudden thrust of the water sword just in time.
Use the slow to beat the fast, and attack from behind to control others.
"Peng" smashed the water sword to pieces. It was extremely cold. The green and green light patterns on Zhang Wenfeng's body rotated violently and dissolved.
The long sword in his hand stabbed back unreasonably, and the "returning spear" turned into a sword style and he used it with ease. With a "chi" sound, the sword energy penetrated the figure that had just been shaken by his slap and wanted to escape.
He now uses swordsmanship in an eclectic way, and any simple sword style has great power, and there are no blind spots around him.
What the opponent sees as a slight flaw can immediately be transformed into a clever attack, making it impossible to defend against.
Apart from fighting head-on, there is no possibility of trickery.
Xuying suffered losses continuously and did not take advantage of it. He suffered heavy losses and shouted: "Boy, wait, which old guy are you familiar with? Let's talk about it, let's not flood the Dragon King Temple..."
The figure disappeared in the air as it retreated rapidly.
Zhang Wenfeng's second punch hit the empty space, and he sneered, bullying those who are weak and afraid of the strong. Where did the arrogance just now go?
He ignored Fang Yan's insincere nonsense. Wei Yan, who was once the water god of the Yaxi River and was demoted to the title of Lord of the Land, immediately recognized the bottle of defense in the black cloth bag on his waist. He also saw that his method of inviting gods was taught by Zhong Wenyong; the bronze Inside the lamp, Jin Yu, a judge who did not remember who he was, was suppressed and recognized that he had a "divine scroll" on him.
The thing in front of me, which has a soul that is not like a soul or a god, knows nothing about this.
What other relationship is easy to establish? He wants to make the other person feel unattainable.
Let him play missing, right?
Where can I hide in this big fart place?
With a wave of his hand, the space ground was filled with pale green flames. Even if the flames in his body were not specifically condensed, they increased with his hard work, surpassing the size of an egg. At this time, it was more than enough to cover the space.
The flames ripple like water. Even if it is not enough to disperse the attack, it is enough to force the opponent to resist and expose the flaws.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned around and stabbed diagonally behind with his sword. "Chi", the shadow screamed and appeared. Black energy overflowed from the hole in his body and flew back. The flames in that area were extinguished immediately. Before the second sword stabbed, The shadow disappeared again.
Before Zhang Wenfeng could activate the flames, a transparent water sword suddenly appeared in front of Yue Anyan, who was holding the "Follow the Wave" water technique.
The light on Yue Anyan's white skirt was like weaving, and she easily diverted the opponent's furious blow to the river outside.
After giving her such a long time to prepare, she had already used treasures and water tactics to defend the situation as well as a bucket.
After advancing to the Jianwei realm, she practiced the secret technique of the "Xuanhe Xieshuijing" that the temple master found from outside. After shamelessly asking Mr. Tu for advice when learning formations a few days ago, she got started very quickly. If it weren't for a few of them The attack method consumes mana, so she wanted to try a large-scale water attack.
She held a delicate purple-gold bell in her right hand and shook it gently in the air.
Crisp ringtone, soft fluctuation.
The green flames in front of and behind her followed the undulations of water, gently swaying back and forth, shaking out the shadow hidden four feet away from her side, and a sword aura slashed down like a flying fairy from the sky, killing the embarrassed figure. The shadow was chopped into two pieces.
"Boy, it's almost done. If you beat me again, you'll risk your life."
The two phantoms became more and more transparent, fled away and disappeared again, and angry shouts and curses could be heard in the air.
The shadow only hated itself for being careless. It shouldn't have been so curious that the boy used the "God-Inviting Curse" to invite him out. As a result, he was so passive and trapped, unable to use any powerful means.
Who would have expected that today’s little guys are all so rich?
In the early stages of the spiritual energy surge, one had a magic weapon to protect him, and the other also had a magic weapon to protect him. It was simply cruel.
It was beaten and beaten, and was suppressed, bullied and beaten by two juniors until it retreated steadily. The divinity it had finally cultivated was slowly being worn away, and it almost cried in distress.
"It's almost done."
Zhang Wenfeng roughly touched the opponent's heels and recited the first chapter of the "Tao Jing" in his mouth. Each word seemed to come alive, turning into invisible runes, flying into a small space, and invisible thoughts spread from around him.
He stepped on the steps, waved his hand and struck a sword on the head of the shadow that was frightened and revealed by the invisible scriptures.
"Wait, let's talk carefully..."
The shadow wants to cry but has no tears. It hates Taoist priests the most, especially the stinky Taoist priests who recite sutras to cheer up the fight.
The scriptures were uttered, and the invisible power of thought forced it to have no place to hide in a small space. The soul power seemed to be roasted on a raging fire, making it miserable. It was completely different from the power of the pale green flames remaining in the air. The power of thought brought it to
It's soul damage.
Zhang Wenfeng kept chanting sutras, one sword, two swords and three swords. He deliberately controlled the power. The shadow in the sky was no longer human-shaped, with a few scattered pieces. It was so miserable that he couldn't even scream.
It was almost done now. Zhang Wenfeng raised his left index finger and shouted softly: "Definitely!"
There were several groups of feeble shadows and black air floating in the air, entwined with a hint of dark energy.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his left hand and grabbed it several times, pinched all the phantoms into a small ball, used Ming Qi to lower the restrictions, and then used Wood Qi to lower the restrictions again. He threw the Shou Xian bottle in the black cloth bag and waved away the scattered ones.
green flame.
This thing is a ghost, somewhere between gods and ghosts, or a combination of both.
For some unknown reason, the ghost in front of me possessed certain characteristics of the Water God, otherwise he would not have invited him out.
Being able to be subdued by him so quickly was considered unlucky for this guy. He fell into this small space without water and lost all his opportunities. Whether it was water magic or the elusive escape method, it was basically useless.
He planned to interrogate him, should there be more than this little remnant of this water palace?
Whatever treasures there are, they must be spit out for him.