The big black man was down-to-earth and furious. With a brave stance of left fist and right hammer, he rampaged through the green mist forest, shattering the phantoms of giant trees and the real trees hidden inside. Every punch and every hammer was fierce and unwavering.
The beating was so strong that the wind blew furiously and the earth trembled and the trees shook.
He seemed tireless and tried his best to hit from one end to the other, then turned and hit in the other direction.
Using an ancient clumsy boxing frame that was both offensive and defensive, he attacked the phantom wood formation that trapped him.
Use force to break the formation and build a camp step by step, nothing more than that.
Zhang Wenfeng suspended the treetops and branches. He collected the vitality and wood energy of the broken trees and nourished the longevity wood in his arms.
The big black man destroyed everything along the way. He controlled the ancient coins to move the phantom wooden formation, always placing the big black man in the middle of the endless phantom formations to sharpen his opponent's spirit first.
Calculating the time silently, with the speed of a third-level master, it would take a little more than half an hour to rush from Daliang to the border for reinforcements. The area on the edge of the Luobao Ridge Forest was no better than our own territory. We had to go around some places and we couldn't be reckless.
If a fourth-level witch cultivator arrived, it would take at least two-quarters of an hour. This was because the fourth-level witch cultivator was just waiting at the border. Calculating this, he had a quarter of an hour to deal with the big black man trapped in the magic wood formation.
There was more than enough time for him.
With such an advantage and the first move, if the black man cannot be dealt with within a quarter of an hour, he would be right to escape as soon as possible.
He also has the idea of using experts to sharpen himself. He needs a sufficient weight of whetstone to sharpen his Taoist heart in the line between life and death. The green wood aura lingers all over his body, and his eyes gradually become cold and devoid of any human emotion. The aura is no different from the surrounding trees.
"Come out, you coward, and fight!"
The big black man roared angrily, trying to provoke his opponent into a fight with clumsy and foul language.
The phantom wood array that enveloped him had no other response except for the vigorous sounds he made. No matter how unpleasant he yelled, the boy remained indifferent. All his abilities were useless except for waste.
The opponent used a phantom formation to trap him, but he didn't think of using himself as a bait to contain the opponent.
At first, he led two friends to set up an ambush in this area, and the others gave up and went back. They persisted for more than two months, and finally waited for the target to appear, but ended up losing two old friends. How could he be willing to do so?
I don’t know how many trees were broken, and the big black man didn’t know how far he had traveled within the formation, but there were still trees that could not be seen to the end.
Suddenly he noticed that there were countless green lights shooting out of the green mist, overwhelmingly attacking him from all directions. The big black man used his fist to hammer, and there was a muffled sound of "Winter", and a violent wind spread out from his body.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
There was a dense "crackling" sound in the air, and dust rolled up like mist, floating in all directions.
However, there were too many green wood thorns shooting out, and the black mass was endless.
The big black man noticed that the green wood thorns were annoyingly numerous and not very powerful. They were just fake and might be effective against other third-level monks, but they were really not enough for him. He waved his fist to block the frontal attacks, regardless of attacks from other directions.
The Aoki Thorn hit the target and shattered a few inches outside the big man's body, causing tiny ripples and consuming the opponent's protective means.
"Boy, come with something interesting, these little things are not enough to tickle me!"
The big black man is also secretly counting the time and uttering provocative words.
After violently attacking for so long, the big black man could see through the subtle fluctuations of his breath and the amplitude of tree shaking that the opponent's control of this phantom formation was far from proficient. He was really shocked before, thinking that the smelly Taoist priest was still good at formations.
division.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was floating on the treetop, ignored it. He had already put his mind into a state similar to that of a tree, observing the magical power of the "Hundred Turns and Thousands of Returns Curse" he had cast, trying to improve the magical skills he had obtained before from a different angle.
No skill remains static, it depends on whether you can discover new ideas.
Wave after wave of green wood thorns shot at the big black man without end, and gradually some changes occurred. In groups of three or five, they suddenly changed directions and hit the target.
The big black man cursed loudly, and he could see that the other party was trying a trick on him.
It's a good thing, he wished he could delay it for a little longer and just stood there and cooperated without moving even a step.
The green mist filled the air, and the green wood thorns flying in the air merged with each other. Some succeeded, and some failed. The successfully fused green wood thorns were much more powerful, and the ripples caused by the thorns on the big man's body were obvious.
Zhang Wenfeng showed a stiff smile on his indifferent face. It turns out that "a hundred turns and a thousand times" can be understood this way!
The fusion of two is called "one turn", and one more fusion is called "two turns".
He tried to fuse one more time, but after several failures, he gave up decisively. There was no time today, and business was important. His ability to master "One Turn" was an unexpected gain.
The flying green wood thorns merged and became sparse, and suddenly seven or eight dark red vines jumped out from the green mist ground. With a few "swish" sounds, the black man who was caught off guard was entangled from his feet and body to his chest.
The invisible energy around the big black man pushed the dark red vines into a finger-width gap. His hands would not be bound by the vines. He vigorously moved his body and the entangled vines suddenly tightened, making a "squeak" sound.
The annoying green tattoos in the air finally disappeared.
"Is this a thorn-barbed wire vine? It's not strong enough and it just looks intimidating."
The big black man made a comment, and there was a clear "boom boom" sound of the vines breaking off his body. No matter how willing he was to cooperate with his opponent in trying his moves, there was always a certain limit. It would be better for a small thing like this that was wrapped around his body to break. Drive with caution.
Annual boat.
A ray of sword light suddenly stabbed the black man in the back of his heart, making no sound.
"Well done!"
The big black man was a talkative man. He hit back with the black hammer in his right hand, took a step forward and turned around at the same time.
The sword light struck him along the watermelon-sized black hammer in a subtle semi-arc shape, moving in the same direction as the black hammer. It was not affected by the force surging from the hammer's surface, and stabbed him downwards in the crotch. His swordsmanship was superb.
There must be no fireworks at all.
You can't detect the murderous intention, but the murderous intention is actually before your eyes.
He is really a master of swordsmanship, no wonder he was able to kill the two of them, Lao Wu, in such a short period of time.
The green mist became thicker and thicker, and he could not see the figure behind the sword hilt.
The big black man punched the opponent with his left fist violently. You hit yours and I'll hit mine. He wanted to trade injuries with the opponent. As long as the opponent hesitated even half a moment, his punch would be effective.
As for whether the other party can replace his injury, it's hard to say.
The sword light dragged sideways to the right, making a rough friction sound with the black man's protective aura.
The big black man punched the empty space, took two quick steps, and still didn't hit the side. Suddenly, a sword light came from the left side at an extremely fast speed. The big black man pressed down with his left elbow. It was not that he was pushing, but that
It was too late, his fist and black hammer were outside.
The sword light turned to just the right angle again, and he cleverly twisted it and pressed it with his elbow, and continued to thrust forward without changing the speed.
"Poof", a look of shock appeared on the face of the big black man. The tip of the sword actually pierced his protective spell and protective clothing, leaving a shallow wound under his ribs. He turned his left hand upward without hesitation.
, "Bang", there was a sound of fists breaking through the air, and a cannon shot into the sky.
Another empty call was made.
The big black man no longer dared to talk nonsense. His opponent's casual sword hit him at close range. Even the small wound that only dripped a few drops of blood healed in an instant. His whole body was tense and his heart was on high alert.
It was so weird. In addition to his extraordinary melee speed, his opponent also had some sword skills that he couldn't understand.
Neither of those two swords are top-notch magic weapons.
Why did he get hurt with just a random stab?
Can the next sword hit him hard?
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