Fayuan raised the wooden fish hammer, as if he was overwhelmed, his face was pale, the veins in his left hand were bulging and trembling slightly, he gritted his teeth and struck hard on the head of the wooden fish that was struggling fiercely in front of him.
"Winter", the dull sound was full of killing intent, earth-shaking, and formed a rolling momentum that spread throughout the chaotic battlefield.
This blow broke some kind of interference shackles, and the wooden hammer shattered into sawdust.
The monk's nostrils and eye sockets were bleeding. He threw away the wooden handle without hesitation, his sleeves flew up, and using his fist as a mallet, he struck the floating wooden fish in the air like a war drum.
The loud chanting of Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and sage books suddenly sounded across the battlefield, one after another, intertwined and complementary to each other, sacred and solemn, overshadowing other sounds of talismans, spells, fighting, screams, etc. The chanting followed the beating of wooden fish.
The rhythm forms a huge wave of thought power that resonates, one wave stronger than the other, sweeping away the ghostly and evil atmosphere in the darkness.
Old Monster Xue, who was wrapped in a black linen robe, let out a few "ho ho" sounds and laughed inexplicably.
He was holding a three-foot pitch black staff in his hand. The top of the staff was inlaid with a crystal skull. At this moment, the skull showed shocking cracks. He saw that the monk was trying to break his spell even though he was seriously injured, and his body transformed.
He fled towards the sea in a black mist.
A few days ago, he was injured by the golden light of merit that suddenly came from the image, almost killing half of his life.
At this moment, the situation was over. He was on the outside and did not want to get involved again and fight against the monk who was protected by Buddha's light.
He spent all his efforts to kill the monk, but the gain outweighed the loss, and it was impossible to rescue the monk who was trapped in a tight siege.
Furthermore, as far as he was concerned, the chess pieces that he had lured here were of no use anymore, so why bother to save them? By then he would be injured more and more, and would it make it easier for them to cause trouble for him?
It's better to kill him once and for all, kill someone with a borrowed knife, avoid future troubles, and keep all the benefits in the past.
The only regret is that I didn't find the swordsman with meritorious deeds and protection who was hiding somewhere.
Young people are terrible, and he met two of them this time.
After he recovers from his injuries and finds out the flaws in the monk's cause and effect, he will make a comeback.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and glanced at the darkness to the east. He noticed that a monk was fleeing in the distance. The aura was very strange and dark. He had previously focused on the battlefield and did not notice that there was a monk hiding thirty miles away.
Two swordsmen, one tall and thin and the other short and fat, fought their way out of the siege. The sound of wooden fish sounded like drums and the chanting of scriptures sounded like tide. The noise made them upset and restless.
"The bald donkey knocking on wooden fish, over there!"
"There is a thick black man guarding him, maybe it's a trap?"
"It's a fart trap. The donkey and the sword cultivator have set up an ambush in the northwest. They are far away. Let's kill the bald donkey along the way. It's a matter of three or two swords, so as not to let the bald donkey figure out our whereabouts and pursue us.
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"That's right, there are three brothers following us."
After a few words, the two of them decided to pay attention and signaled the three people behind them to kill in the direction of the monk.
Before setting off, they heard from Old Monster Xue that there was a fourth-level monk on the other side who was good at calculations, so they should not let him go if they encountered him.
Warlocks have some means to save their lives, but their combat prowess is worrisome and they are not good at fighting.
Zhang Wenfeng received the signal, stepped out of the tree trunk in one step, and with his thoughts in mind, he activated his magical power, countless green lights suddenly appeared in the air, and shot towards the five people who were surrounded three miles away.
The magical powers that seemed relatively useless in the past, as his cultivation level improved, the number of green awns changed drastically.
With such a large-scale attack, he didn't expect to cause much damage to the five people flying from the opposite side.
Surprise and encircle the opponent, delaying them for a moment, and seize the opportunity.
He drew the sword with his right hand, pointed at the tall and thin swordsman who screamed "Get out quickly", and cast the Qingxiao Thunder Gathering Curse. A ray of blue lightning fell from the sky without any warning, and hit the tall and thin swordsman who was locked and unable to get rid of it with a "thunder" sound.
Gao Jianxiu's body.
With the current cultivation level of the temple master, he can control the two magical powers with only a slight difference in emphasis.
The green thunder entangled the tall and thin swordsman, and the lightning flashed and struck into his body. The man was frozen in the air and black and red flames erupted from his body, competing with the thunder and consuming it. However, all the green wood thorns strangely bypassed the man who was struck by lightning.
, frantically blocking the other four people like a downpour.
The thick black man transformed by Lu Zijin opened his mouth and shouted: "Thunder falls!"
He was teased several times by the audience, saying that his behavior of shouting Leifa's name was not in good style and gave off the petty spirit of a country rich man, so he gave up and stopped shouting, and still yelled out of habit to add three points to himself.
momentum.
More than ten feet above the head of the tall and lanky sword cultivator, the air was distorted, and a bit of silver lightning brewed out of the void. Pulled by the spiritual energy, the thunder light grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Thunder", the thunder light from the fist hit the tall and thin sword who was struggling to raise the sword.
Slim your body.
With the sound of "chiss", the silver exploded violently. The man's hair suddenly became shaggy and his face was dark. He stood up to resolve the force of the lightning strike that invaded his body, and his whole body was unable to move.
However, what made him despair was that the silver thunder struck him one after another, each one more severe than the other.
The faces of the other companions changed drastically and they fled in a direction away from the tall and lanky sword cultivator. Even the short and stocky sword cultivator did the same, for fear of being struck by lightning if they got close.
Five thunders struck the top, coupled with the divine power of the temple master, the tall and thin swordsman with superb strength was beaten into a charred corpse. His soul was extinguished, and "pop", he fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces. The narrow black sword had a spiritual light.
All lost.
Lu Zijin was very satisfied with his "Five Thunder Technique". The casting speed was a little slow, but the power was extremely powerful.
He followed closely behind the viewer, stretched his hands forward, and put the leather magic weapon on his body into the storage space. It turned into a sacred black donkey, jumped into the air, and charged towards the green light to attack, full of ghost energy.
Sensen makes an ugly man with a ghost-headed staff.
Those who can break out of the siege are all powerful characters.
The ugly man didn't want to face a donkey who knew how to thunder, let alone a sword monk.
What kind of thing is a swordsman who can release thunder magic and large-scale wooden magic powers at will?
Realizing that they had all been fooled, the donkey who showed up in the northwest was an impostor, and that was the way to escape. He waved his ghost-headed staff, and countless ghost cries suddenly sounded in the air. Ghost shadows appeared in the dark night, and ugly ghost cultivators blended in.
Flee with the scattered ghosts.
Zhang Wenfeng has already intercepted the short and stocky swordsman who rushed out of the attack range of the wooden thorn. He is fighting with sword against sword. His body skills are equally weird and flexible. They are fighting back and forth in the air. The sword light is crisscrossing and the sword energy is colliding. The close combat is extremely fierce. There are quite a few.
It is difficult to separate the chess pieces and meet the opponent.
He had previously used tree perception to spy on the power and various methods of two swordsmen who were equal to him. On the battlefield, killing the enemy was the most important thing, and there were not so many rules in the world.
He didn't have the time to use his own abilities to compete with two swordsmen who he knew were very powerful.
So he created an opportunity and cooperated with Lu Zijin to instantly kill the lanky swordsman and break the opponent's alliance.
"Ah uh..."
A huge donkey roar echoed through the night sky.
Lu Zijin couldn't find the hiding place of the ghost cultivator, so he used the "Vajra Lion Roar" and roared at the numerous ghosts that fled in three directions. The sound was rolling and sweeping.
The roar with the sound of Buddha struck the air, causing ripples in the air, and the ghosts exploded into balls of black mist and disappeared completely.
The ugly man was wrapped in it, and his figure suddenly appeared, and he was trapped in a dilemma. He waved his ghost-headed staff and emitted gurgling cold mist, trying desperately to resist the huge roar that shook his ghostly core.
It's so torturous. It's simply unheard of for a donkey to know how to practice Buddhism.
He could only fight for the first time regardless of losses, and when the roar ended, he would use his short tail to survive and escape.
With two "ding-dong" sounds, Zhang Wenfeng and the short sword cultivator distanced themselves in the air. He held the bronze fish pattern talisman in his left hand. Yuan Qi was filled with excitement, and his soul was shaken. The face of the short sword cultivator who was opposite was trying to use other methods.
Showing some pain.
The short and stocky man knew something was wrong and wanted to endure the discomfort of the huge shock in his soul and run away to the side, but the sword energy flooded in front of his eyes.
It is majestic and majestic, and the sword's intent is to kill.
The short and stocky swordsman's face changed drastically. He was locked in the opponent's sword power and had no other choice but to fight hard.
It's so insidious. How can you use dirty tricks in a sword fight?
The remaining two men, who finally broke out of the scattered wooden spikes, were lucky enough to have ghost cultivators and sword cultivators help them hold off the sword cultivator and the donkey for a moment, giving them a rare opportunity to escape.
The two of them flew southeast without hesitation.
At the critical moment of escaping, what does the life and death of other people have to do with them?
The monk who was knocking the wooden fish looked miserable with blood flowing all over his face, so they didn't dare to mess with him.
However, they panicked and ran into a sudden burst of water vapor.
Why do the ambush never end?
The two of them were about to cry, but they were surrounded by countless giant dragon lice with fists.
Xiao Ni'er appeared in the air with a smile and shouted: "Lu Zijin, come here quickly and help me."
In the past few days, while teaching Lu Zijin how to walk, she also learned a few sinister tricks. She shot the three-pointed harpoon in her hand at the ugly ghost cultivator. She first helped Lu Zijin kill him and almost didn't fight back.
The powerful ghost cultivator.
After watching several exciting dramas, her hands were already itching.