Chapter 393 The danger of taking chestnuts from the fire
Man's calculation is not as good as God's. The man in red robe could not predict that he would die in the wilderness. It was not because he was not good at studying, but because those who predict the secrets of heaven are easily deceived by the way of heaven. This involves his own merits, karma, etc. and other complex issues.
The atmosphere near the top of the hill changed. The old man in white robe laughed angrily: "What a good method, a good magic weapon! I made a mistake. Since you are seeking death, I will help you."
Holding his right hand empty, he struck hard at the mountain top where the yellow mist was billowing, and slashed down with a roar of ten feet of sword light.
The flying stone held by Tu Kun in his left hand shimmered with brilliance, and ancient runes lingered around him. He walked with four elephant steps under his feet, and plucked his right hand like a piano string, and finger-thick yellow light poured into the ground in all directions.
The formation changed, the yellow mist swelled, and the sword light collided with a series of loud thunderclaps out of thin air.
The remaining trees on the mountaintop were destroyed in an instant, cracks of varying depths appeared on the mud and stone ground, dust and gravel were raised, and the mixed formation yellow mist rolled and spread.
Tu Kun's feet sank into the ground about a foot, and he was struggling to move. The stone he held in his left hand was like a huge stone, which weighed him down. His body was twisted and almost disintegrated. As the loud noise subsided, he straightened up again and recovered.
"Wait a little longer to use up that old guy's anger."
"You're like this... you can't afford it for long."
At the beginning of the fight, Zhang Wenfeng had already used his magical power to enter a "quiet" state of mind, and his face was so calm that it was almost indifferent.
He was worried that Tu Kun wouldn't be able to withstand it for long, so he was always ready to look for opportunities to sneak attack. After more than half a year of training and training, especially after being promoted to the realm of freedom, his thorn flying sword was ready to be used.
Cooperating with Tu Kun to plot and kill the red-robed man was one of the tactics they discussed.
The difficulty for the fortune tellers is that it is impossible for them to escape and hide separately, and the three opponents are so powerful that the fortune tellers can stand alone, which gives them an excellent opportunity to take action.
"It doesn't matter, you can still do it by blocking a few blows."
Tu Kun gritted his teeth and smiled a bit ferociously. That old guy had a late-stage cultivation of Jindan. He was the kind of person who was fearless even if everything was broken. He was one of the damn ones who was the best at fighting. Otherwise, he would be the best at fighting. Wouldn't choose to be left as a guardian.
Relying on the flying stones and the consumption of his own demon power, he used formations to continuously resolve the ferocious attacks of the two angry sorcerers in the air. After several times, Tu Kun could no longer maintain his human form and turned into a thick yellow mist, rising and falling with the stone in his hand. .
The area at the top and foot of the hill was overturned with mud and rocks, ravines and ravines were crisscrossed, the ground was flooded, and almost the entire area was overturned.
Tu Kun tried his best to squeeze out the potential of the formation, and he persisted.
Under the guidance of Tu Kun's voice transmission, Zhang Wenfeng kept moving his feet to avoid the aftermath of the attack hitting the ground, and wandered in the gap between the two old men in the air.
The old man in white robe controlled the sword light to attack slowly and slowly. There was a dense white light brewing in the palm of his left hand, and he sneered: "You are really capable. With a temporary 'Floating Dust Formation', it can withstand our attack for so long without collapse. As an earth spirit, aren't you the best at earth escape? Why don't you leave that Taoist boy behind and escape alone?"
This was also something he couldn't understand.
It's unbelievable that a monster and earthly spirit, not to mention that they would fly away when disaster strikes, are determined to live and die with that kid.
Before coming, the old man in white robes specially prepared means to deal with the earth spirit who is good at escaping. His delaying strategy to recruit surrender is true. If the earth spirit takes the opportunity to escape, he will be trapped in a dilemma underground. Who knows what the earth spirit will do if he continues to deploy the means. Everything was beyond their expectations.
"The First Clan"
Tu Kun was completely unrecognizable, he smiled to himself and said: "After a while, we still don't know who is running for his life?"
The mist fluctuated sharply. He was a spirit body and had integrated part of himself into the formation. He used subtle control and traction to eliminate the attacks of the two old guys in the air. This was a kind of torment that repeatedly crushed the soul.
He became persistent and very accepting of death.
The master of the temple said that if there was a way to hurt the golden elixir witch cultivator, he would be able to endure it.
"Really? Then try another trick from me. I wonder if you can survive until that time?"
The old man in white robe sneered slowly, opened his left hand and suddenly pressed it down.
The blazing white light erupted like a small sun, tearing through the night and slamming into the yellow fog on the hilltop. The shock wave that erupted in an instant swept away the yellow fog, dust, gravel, sand and sawdust, and the entire hilltop was flattened.
About three feet.
Before the old man in white robe could unleash his special move, Zhang Wenfeng received a message from Tu Kun: "Sneak attack on the old thief in black, now!"
He stepped on the Nine Palace Steps, rushed out of the formation range on the hilltop without hesitation, flew into the air from the rolling fog, and slashed his sword at the old man in black who was wielding a bone staff in the southeast. Two sharp whistles were heard in the white light below.
When it broke out, they both attacked the old man in black with an indomitable momentum.
To attack him unprepared, they deliberately chose the gap where the old man in white robe could not use his secret technique for only three or two breaths, in order to completely cut off the opponent's helpers, leaving the opponent alone.
The yellow mist transformed from the soil instantly pounced on the flying stones floating in the air and penetrated into the stones.
With his current body, he could not withstand a full blow from a master in the Golden Core realm, and since he had no other means of protection, he could only resort to the hardness and rock-steadiness of the flying rocks to perform the dangerous task of pulling chestnuts from the fire.
The old man in white robe was so angry that the two daring guys repeatedly took risks and treated him as if he was nothing.
The "Fire Explosion" released in his hand really affected his energy. For a while, he really couldn't make a move and gave the black-robed boy who was charging into the air a hard blow. He had to release the witchcraft as soon as possible.
With a "boom", the remaining rocks collapsed like a pile of loose sand.
The old man in black was not too panicked. He was not as inexperienced as a diviner. He waved his bone staff and moved closer to the defender. Several kinds of brilliance flashed on his body. When he found that his body was inexplicably hit by a cyan lightning, his mind was racing.
There was a loud buzzing of bells, which made me dizzy for a moment, and I suddenly knew something was wrong.
He fell into the trap!
If the other party dares to rush out and fight, they have means to rely on, and there are more than one.
At this moment, the sword light struck, and the old man in black fell into the attack of thunder light and sword energy like a demon stunned.
The old man in white robe who was looking a little further away yelled angrily: "You idiot, hide!"
Even if it doesn't work, he still has to use some means to resist one or two. He can't bear to stand in the air and get beaten.
Seeing the old man in black robe being penetrated by two flying swords, the old man in white robe cursed several times and finally freed his hand. With a wave of his left hand, a white light was as fast as lightning and struck the hateful Taoist priest hard.
What was originally a relaxed and enjoyable siege ended like this. He was really disgraced. Even if he was able to kill two guys, he felt that he was at a loss and had two idiots as backup.
Time is also fate!
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(Tomorrow morning’s chapter, fellow Taoists, don’t wait. It’s really inconvenient to code on the train, and I can’t think clearly. I’m often interrupted. Please forgive me.)