The man in gray raised his hand, and the gray mist came to his face and spread into a large area, with little fireflies flickering under the moonlight.
Zhang Wenfeng knew that the mist spread by the man contained something strange and sinister, and did not want to fight him in close quarters. His forward movement suddenly changed, leaving a series of afterimages that passed by the poisonous mist and appeared behind the man.
After years of experimentation with his magical power of "Moving Wood and Changing Shadows", he has mastered several different variations.
When used in the woods, it can use trees to change its shadow, and it can reach a ghostly speed similar to wood escape within a hundred feet, which is very suitable for sneak attacks.
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"Peng", the man in gray clothes was very alert, and a cloud of gray mist exploded behind him.
At the moment of life and death, life is the priority. The white-robed witch cultivator didn't even take the opponent's sword. How could he dare to let the opponent get close?
As long as it is delayed for a moment, the companions flying from the north will arrive soon. The two of them can protect themselves together and even entangle the arrogant guy. The reinforcements on the border receive the summons and there will be another exciting wild chase. Let’s see.
Where will the thief escape?
Suddenly, the retreating afterimage split into two, and a black shadow rushed into the gray mist regardless. It made a hissing sound corroded by the poisonous mist, and pounced on the back of the man in gray clothes.
The man in gray clothes was startled, and then he realized that the person who was not afraid of the poisonous mist was a puppet-like thing with almost third-level strength. With a wave of his left hand, the poisonous mist surged and burned fiercely, and blue-purple flames swept across him.
It was surrounded by a wall of fire of varying thicknesses.
What he refines is a kind of extremely costly fire poison. The poison smokes and burns the fire, and the poison helps the fire. It can often catch Taoist warriors who are attacking at close range by surprise.
When caught in the attack of flames and poisonous gas, it is difficult to tell the direction, and since he attacks calmly from outside, the opponent will lose his skin even if he is not dead.
Zhang Wenfeng showed his figure more than twenty feet away from the side. It was also the first time for him to see the method of poison mist and fire. It was recorded in the classics, but it was not so intuitive. The soul armor he used was useless.
The shaman cultivator who was roaring from the north and flying in for help was almost here. From the sound of the momentum, he was a master.
He must fight quickly and not give the two a chance to join forces.
Swinging the sword with his right hand, he aimed at the man in gray who was shielded by the flames and slashed him away. The green sword energy was as mighty as the river going east, and the sword energy was powerful and struck the man in gray on his head.
The spiritual energy swarmed around and the branches swayed, adding to the majestic power of the sword.
The man in gray clothes gritted his teeth and decided to wait for help instead of rushing out of the poisonous fire circle to dodge the opponent's majestic sword attack.
The opponent wanted to force him out, but he was not as good as the boy wanted. The five fingers on his left hand moved like shadows, and the flames around him were turbulent like river water, forming waves of fire to meet the sword energy that was coming.
"Peng", the soul warrior, whose whole body was on fire, twisted and exploded.
The timing of the choice was very delicate, it was just when the man in gray had no time to think about it and the flame circle on the side was weak.
The huge impact caused the flames to fly everywhere, breaking through the layers and creating a large gap at the mouth of the bowl. The man in gray was slightly affected and his body shook. The power of the soul warrior's self-destruction was weakened by the waves of flames, causing him great damage.
He can't be harmed, which is why he dares to trust him.
A flash of golden light followed the explosion impact, traveled upstream, passed through the flame cavity and stabbed the side of the man's neck.
By the time the man in gray clothes noticed and wanted to close the flames, it was already too late, the sneak attack came too fast.
A sword from the front suddenly burst into flames. Under the night sky, sparks splashed several feet high. It was gorgeous and dangerous. It arrived almost at the same time as the flying sword attack from the side. Both attacks were fatal, which suddenly made the confident Gray Yi
The man was in a hurry.
He knows how powerful the "Return to Reality and Transform into Void" flying sword is.
How can there be life left after being pierced into the body?
The white-robed witch cultivator died when the flying sword attacked his body, and even his soul could not escape.
It was also his fault that he had just ignored the presence of the flying sword that had pierced the body of the white-robed witch cultivator, thinking that the waste could buy him a few more moments before he died, even if it meant trapping the flying sword for a few breaths.
The skin on his left hand and body showed an abnormal lime color, and he reached out to the side of his neck to block it.
The flying sword stabbed hard into the man's left palm, making a sharp friction sound like it was hitting metal, which was very harsh.
A sword strike and a wave of flames hit the front vigorously. The man in gray was attacked from both ends and struggled to hold on. He used the "Stoneskin Witchcraft" that affected his actions, hoping to hold on until reinforcements arrived.
The few short breaths of fighting gave him the feeling of torture that lasted as long as years.
The flames steamed, the light and shadow distorted the lake, and his line of sight was seriously disturbed. He suddenly realized that the figure on the treetop twenty feet away was missing. This was an extraordinary surprise. He immediately realized that the kid used his ghostly movement skills to sneak in. He made a sneak attack from the side and gave up even the advantageous sword attack from the front.
He returned his right hand and swung the knife, and the dazzling white light drew a half-arc. However, in his hurry, he forgot that his speed was hindered by the stone-skin witchcraft and was not half as fast as usual.
"Chicha", a sword ignored the white light, passed through the gap of flames that had not yet closed, and stabbed behind the man's neck and ear, which was not covered by his left hand. A little sword force broke through the face, and penetrated about three inches.
Shocking cracks appeared on the man's skin, spreading all over his body.
The flying sword took the opportunity to pierce through the palm of the hand and turned into a sharp edge. The bones and flesh of the arm were separated wherever it passed, and it was separated to both sides. It was bloody and miserable to watch.
The flames suddenly exploded, and the man's eyes were red. He tried his best to fight back all the poisonous flames ten feet away from him.
Even if he died, he couldn't let that kid have an easy time.
However, his speed was still slow. Zhang Wenfeng's face was indifferent. He had already fled thirty feet away like a shadow in the wind. The poisonous flames could not even lift the corners of his clothes. He stared at an iron tower that was roaring from the sky. Dahan is a late third-level shaman warrior.
No wonder a mere three people dared to intercept him in the wild with an unknown number of second-level witch cultivators.
It turns out that he relies on the strength of the shaman warriors to live or die.
The big black man swooped in with his right hammer and left fist, exuding a fierce aura, "Boy, I'm going to die!"
He saw that his companion was bleeding from all his orifices, his eyes were protruding out of his sockets, and he was suffering great pain. The flying sword had penetrated into his brain, and there was no way he could be saved. The only thing he could do was to prevent his companion's blood from being shed in vain, and to avenge his death on his behalf.
"you are too slow!"
Zhang Wenfeng spat out a few words coldly, stepped up and down on the treetops, and the figure retreated away instantly. Instead of fighting with the big black man, he walked away straight away. A golden light shot out from the eyes of the man in gray who fell to the ground, only for a flash. , then disappeared into the night woods.
The big black man was so angry that his mouth was full of smoke and he yelled: "Boy, if you have the guts, don't run away. Grandpa gives you three moves!"
In fact, his speed is not slow, but that kid's speed is too fast.
After he flew more than ten miles and came to the river where the figure disappeared, there was no trace of that boy anywhere?
"Come out, come out if you have the guts, and fight for three hundred rounds..."
The big black man was so angry that he roared like thunder.
A ray of sword light shot from the big tree ten feet away from behind to the back of the big black man, followed by a cold voice, "As you wish!"
The big black man suddenly turned around and blocked his chest with the black hammer in his right hand. He saw green mist filling the air, surrounding from the ground and from three sides, blocking the moonlight. He knew something was wrong and he had fallen into the kid's trap. He quickly flew into the air.
But the shadows of the trees were already in front of me, as if I was in an endless forest, and the moon had completely disappeared.
The sword light pierced the back of his neck from behind the shadow of the tree, and the black man punched him away with a fist, causing his head to be huge.
He is not afraid of head-on confrontation, but he falls into the opponent's formation and is passively beaten at every turn. Even though he is completely invulnerable, there are still times when he is knocked flat.
This battle is too difficult.
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(The author has seen all the comments and suggestions received from fellow Taoists. It’s not that the author is afraid of being scalded by boiling water. It’s just too difficult to write. I’ll try my best to keep updating two chapters a day, and then I’ll write more later.
The writing was full of ups and downs, causing the protagonist to suffer more frustrations. The author also considered this, but he had to consider the feelings of other fellow Taoists, so he could only write it comprehensively. Please forgive me!)
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