He activated Yuan Qi and drove the dark cyan condensing disc in his arms to rotate at the fastest speed. The two-color light suddenly intertwined to form a green light pattern. Zhang Wenfeng didn't have any fear in his heart. He was extremely calm and judged the subsequent direction.
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"Bang", it felt like being hit by a mountain, Zhang Wenfeng recited the scripture silently.
Stimulating the flow of golden light in the sea of consciousness, invisible water waves wash over the right chest where the white light hits, instantly dispelling the blazing high temperature carried by the white light.
With a "boom", he spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air. The huge force hit him, and his vision went black. Stars appeared in random directions, and he rolled and crashed into the ground, plowing a deep ditch more than ten feet long before stopping his decline.
The black robe on his body was broken, and the dust-washing robe he wore underneath exuded a dull yellow brilliance.
"Chirp", a ray of golden light burst out from the throat of the old man in black, whirling towards the old man in white robe a hundred feet away.
He used his body to transform and hide in the flying rocks, escaping the ferocious blow of the sorcerer guardian. He stood intact on the ten-foot-sized mottled stone and controlled his native flying sword to launch an attack.
How could the old man in white robe not see that the earth spirit wanted to help rescue the boy who was shot underground by a random white light? It was too obvious. The two index fingers of his right hand were raised together like swords, and he struck in the direction of the flying sword.
, countless white lights appeared out of thin air like a virtual light net, trying to trap the earth spirit's flying sword in one fell swoop.
Tu Kun's face was serious, his hands were turning and dancing, controlling the flying sword trapped in a large light net of more than ten feet, spinning flexibly like a swimming fish, and repeatedly escaping from the restraints of the white light that stretched out unexpectedly.
In a small area, the two of them trapped and escaped using sophisticated techniques, which was dazzling.
"It's interesting, fellow Taoist Taoist, where did you learn such a clever sword control technique?"
The old man in white robe saw that the flying sword escaped from his siege several times in a row. Curious, he suddenly thought that he was a golden elixir witch cultivator more than five hundred years ago.
Combat experience, cultivation, and knowledge are not comparable to those of today's little guy.
He was reluctant to kill such a rare earth spirit, and wanted to wound it and capture it alive.
When the time comes to plant a ban, you may be able to use it for your own use. Even if you can't, you can extract the soul and use the body of the earth spirit for other special purposes. It is always more cost-effective than beating it to ashes and leaving no residue.
Tu Kun's techniques became more and more sophisticated, and he continued to buy time for Zhang Guanzhu who emerged from the mud. He said humbly: "It's funny to laugh. This 'Smart Sword Technique' was learned from the Immortal Spiritual Contemplation. I am not very good at it, so my Taoist friends are laughing at me."
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The sword light suddenly disappeared, overflowing from the dense surrounding white light.
After a battle of skills, he controlled the flying sword that was not fully used to win a small victory.
When the sword light appeared again, it stabbed the white-robed old man on the back of the neck fiercely from behind. The cruelty of the attack and the politeness of the mouth were completely different.
The old man in white robe took a step forward, and the white and black light on his body expanded violently.
Almost catching the golden flying sword in the trap, he turned around and waved his hand, and a ball of white fire suddenly appeared on the surface of the flying stone, sealing the earth that had been hidden in the stone and burning it.
The flying sword was still agile and sharp under the control of Tu Kun inside the stone. It was entangled with the old man in white robe, but he did not dare to get closer to the old man. Tu Kun was anxious. He could rush out from the white flames, but
It is impossible to escape into the stone, so the old man is waiting for him to be fooled.
The master of the temple said that there is a way to hurt the old shaman cultivator, but why haven't you used it yet?
The old man in white robe was suddenly surprised to find that he had his back turned to the boy who had emerged from the soil, and how could he lose his breath? This surprise was not trivial. If the boy really disappeared under his nose, where would he put his old face?
Turning around suddenly, I could clearly see the boy leaning against a small tree in the dark night, wiping the blood from his mouth.
The two little guys we have to deal with today are so weird and have such abilities.
If we were in a forest, it would be very possible for that kid to escape.
The moment the old man turned around, two flying swords pierced the back of the old man's neck and left ribs respectively.
"Come again, stupid!"
The old man's face was as dark as water, and he cursed in a low voice, and the witchcraft power spread rapidly around his body.
One of the two flying swords turned around and flew away at the edge of the witchcraft, while the other rushed forward fiercely. The moment it approached the old man's left rib, the light flashed and exploded with a "bang".
"Hmph, what can a self-destructing flying sword do to me?"
The figure of the old man in white robe suddenly blurred, and several double images seemed to appear. The black magic power was wrapped in the fiercely erupting fragments, and flew in all directions with unparalleled force.
For him, even if a golden elixir master of the same level explodes in front of him, it will not harm him at all.
With his hundreds of years of rich combat experience, the tricks used by the younger generation are all leftover from their past.
It can be broken easily!
However, in the next moment, the boy with torn robes slashed his sword, locking his sword energy from a hundred feet away, which still shocked him in the bottom of his heart. This sword was somewhat famous, and he didn't seem to have any other choice except to take it hard.
The way is to remove this sword move to one side.
The old man in white robe had a sneer on his lips, so what if he said it forcefully?
With a wave of his right hand, the sword light, which was more than ten feet long, clashed against the surging sword energy. There was a sharp friction sound, and the light shone a little. It seemed as if a rain of sword energy fell from the sky. Wherever it fell, small pits appeared on the muddy ground.
The stronger one wins, and soon the duel between swords, light and swords comes to an end, and the swords are completely eliminated.
The old man in white robe suddenly twisted his body, "Chicha", and a subtle stab sounded from behind him.
"Born Sword Qi!"
Pain and a trace of ferocity appeared on the face of the old man He Feng Xiaoyu. The sword energy contained in the self-destructing flying sword hurt him. It was another accident. After all, his old body was no better than before, and he was unable to hide.
Even the sword light in the air collapsed because of his distraction.
"die!"
The old man uttered a word harshly, and he used his witchcraft power to fortify his body heavily, creating a maze that would trouble the sword energy that invaded his body. He slapped his left hand condescendingly at the hateful boy standing against the tree in the distance.
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He actually saw a trace of inexplicable contempt in the boy's eyes, and a strange thought flashed. He didn't believe that the boy could still find ways to look good to him? He added another 30% of the force on his palm.
He wanted to slap the kid to death. Even if the kid was protected by a magic weapon, he would still be killed on the spot.
Tu Kun is in a hurry, is this the ruthless method that the viewer swears can hurt the opponent?
He suddenly emerged from the stone, and used his flying sword to stab the old man in white robes who was injured but not seriously injured. The viewer wanted to die together with this move. It looked like he was seeking death and committing suicide?
A huge palm shadow, with the power of Mount Tai, "Peng", knocked down the gully and mud for several feet.
The trees and rocks were all shattered, leaving only a figure in torn robes standing upright in the darkness at the bottom of the pit.
Zhang Wenfeng had died just once. He raised his head and stared at the astonished old man. He ignored Tu Kun, who was howling impatiently, and shouted softly: "Yin soldiers, attack!"
A pair of finger-sized Mohu Yin soldiers jumped out from the black cloth bag on his waist. The moment they landed, they were already several feet away and transformed into tall Yin soldiers riding ghost beasts. Their figures were like Mohu, holding a lance that was more than ten feet away.
Silent and solemn, they rose into the air and both attacked the dumbfounded old man in white robe.
Seeing these changes made Tu Kun's blood boil.
It is the method of Ancestor Hairpin Flower that can control so many Yin soldiers and cavalry, and it must be Ancestor Hairpin Flower!
He just couldn't understand why the viewer had to die once before he could use such a method that was so lethal at first sight.
Can't you use it sooner?
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