On the stage, a certain disciple was caught off guard and was knocked down by a colorful-faced military commander. Just as he was about to get up, he was swarmed by the surrounding soldiers and captured.
"Senior Brother Si."
There were more and more paper figures around, clustering around Si Nanfeng and his group, who were hacking and stabbing at random. They were clearly wooden poles, but their power was extraordinary.
The soldiers tied up the disciple and forced him to kneel on the stage with a sign with the word "cut" inserted into his back. The swordsman held up a silver-lacquered wooden knife and slashed at the back of his neck.
The guests in the audience applauded and clapped their hands in praise one after another, as if they had witnessed a wonderful scene.
"This is not a show, you devils."
Si Nanfeng slashed a few times and killed all the paper figures, but he was unable to save them in time and was separated further and further away.
"Boom."
When the head fell to the ground, there was not a drop of blood at the break, and it instantly turned into a paper head.
The headless corpse quickly turned into a paper doll. He struggled to get up, touched the ground with his hands a few times, and put the head back on his shoulders.
This freshly baked paper man, shaky and accustomed to stiff limbs, joins the siege against Si Nanfeng and his party.
Si Nanfeng was shocked and angry. The terror of this old and vicious ghost was beyond his expectation.
The paper figures kept coming in an endless stream, killing them endlessly. The disciples didn't even have time to take a breath, and the more they fought, the more tired they became.
"Mountain of swords and sea of fire."
"Waving the flag and raising the fire,"
Si Nanfeng's eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body was ignited with fire. His robe was a magic weapon, a medium for performing a secret skill.
Swish, brush, brush!
The surrounding wind and fire quickly gathered, condensing into a towering blade of the jungle, with layers of fire like endless mountains.
The originally endless stage suddenly became much smaller and was filled with mountains of swords and seas of fire released by Si Nanfeng.
The surrounding soldiers were unable to dodge, their bodies burned with fire, and they fell to the ground and turned into ashes.
The colorful-faced general retreated, spinning his wooden spear in a circle to resist the attack of swords and flames.
The soldiers who walked out from far away from the background fell to the ground and burned to ashes.
The stage gradually became much emptier.
"Senior Brother Si, be happy."
Countless paper figures were struggling in the sea of fire, and from time to time, sword lights came from all around, cutting them into pieces.
The fellow disciples around me cheered loudly and felt very relieved.
Si Nanfeng's expression was serious, even though he was going to kill him, the old evil ghost still hadn't shown up, could he still have a trump card?
…
"Senior Brother Si should have the upper hand."
Bian Yunlong said seriously.
Wang Fu and he finally escaped, standing outside the queue of paper figures, watching each paper figure turn into a torch, and waves of heat hit their faces, burning like needles.
"good."
Wang Fu had to admit that this senior brother Si Nanfeng was above him in cultivation and strength.
After this training, Wang Fu has a true understanding of his own strength. There is no problem in killing ordinary evil ghosts, but he cannot fight against old evil ghosts alone.
"Senior Brother Bian, Senior Brother Si is out here, you and I still have to find a way to save ourselves."
Wang Fu suddenly thought that if this vicious ghost couldn't defeat Si Nanfeng, it could at least kill the two of them.
"good."
Bian Yunlong's two arms and a pair of calves had also turned into paper. He nodded after hearing this.
Wang Fumo followed the lantern method and opened his eyes again, trying to find a way out.
Now it is different from before. The evil ghost has to deal with Si Nanfeng, press the gourd and lift the ladle, and the attention falling on Wang Fu and Wang Fu has to be divided a lot.
"Um?"
Wang Fu's heart suddenly moved, and he saw that there was a vague mystery in these paper figures.
He couldn't help but rub his fingers, and when he heard a rubbing sound, it turned out that the second section of his fingers had turned into a paper shape.
"Wang Fu, don't let these paper figures touch you."
Bian Yunlong suddenly spoke, and his expression became weird again.
Wang Fu was startled and turned to stare at him, "Senior Brother Bian, are you serious?"
"Well!"
Bian Yunlong nodded, but his expression and body language clearly expressed contradictory meanings.
Wang Fu stared at him and suddenly smiled, "Thank you for reminding me."
The next moment, Wang Fu stretched out his paper fingertips and pointed at a paper figure.
There was a trance in front of my eyes, and the surrounding scene changed. It seemed like I was on a stage. In front of me, there were a group of people fighting and fighting. They seemed to be... singing?
The sword was as bright as a mountain, and the flames were like the sea, creating a vigorous scene.
That's it!
Wang Fu wanted to take a closer look, but his fingertips were flicked away and he returned to the original scene. The stage in front of him disappeared.
"Junior Brother Wang, don't act recklessly."
This time Bian Yunlong's tone was even more anxious, fearing that Wang Fu would act rashly.
"Senior Brother Bian, no matter whether it is you or that evil ghost who is speaking now, I thank you."
Wang Fu grabbed Bian Yunlong's sleeve, dragged him forward quickly, and quickly grabbed the wrist of a certain paper man.
A strong force seemed to come, and the paper man struggled violently, trying to break free from Wang Fu's hand.
Wang Fu exerted force with his five fingers, almost scratching the paper man's hand, and was driven forward by the huge force.
Boom!
Wang Fu and Bian Yunlong landed on the ground, and their feet were really a stage.
"Two more are here!"
I heard people screaming in my ears, and two balls of fire rushed towards me.
"I'm from the same family."
Bian Yunlong hurriedly shouted, "I am Bian Yunlong, and this is Junior Brother Wang Fu."
"receive."
Si Nanfeng waved after hearing this, and the fire rolled back.
"You broke out on your own?"
Wang Fu nodded and quickly checked his hands. There was still no feeling in his fingertips and they turned transparent.
Bian Yunlong's arms and legs are also transparent and seem to disappear at any time.
"Junior Brother Wang discovered something fishy and pulled me out to escape."
Bian Yunlong explained.
Since escaping from the ghost realm, Bian Yunlong has returned to normal and is no longer disturbed by evil ghosts and appears to be insincere in his words.
"Just come out and step aside, that old and vicious ghost is still hiding in the dark."
Si Nanfeng glanced at Wang Fu and said nothing more.
Wang Fu immediately discovered that this disciple of Master Lu seemed to be very indifferent to him.
"What, this ghost is an old and evil ghost?"
Bian Yunlong realized something was wrong and screamed.
No wonder he almost died, he was one of the seven old and vicious ghosts in the town.
"Senior Brother Si, if you hadn't killed the paper man outside so that the evil ghost had no time to pay attention and exposed the flaw, the two of us would not have had a chance to escape. Thank you very much."
Wang Fu was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed to Si Nanfeng.
A real man has clear grudges, one is one and the other is two.
"You don't have to thank me, you saved your own life."
Si Nanfeng said simply, "If you can't escape, I will burn you as a murderer."
These words are really merciless!
Wang Fu discovered that this senior brother Si Nanfeng had a cold face and an unkind personality, but he was not a villain who did not mean what he said.
Suddenly, June snow fell on the stage, and countless confetti flew down, creating a scene of heavy snow falling·
"cold."
Suddenly, someone discovered that confetti, which was originally fake snow, fell on the body and froze to the bone, turning into a cold winter of dripping water turning into ice in the blink of an eye.
"The evil spirit has taken action."
The opponent's target is clearly the 'Mountain of Swords and Sea of Fire' unleashed by Si Nanfeng.
Snowflakes fell one after another, and the fire began to be suppressed, its power was greatly reduced, and it was no longer what it used to be.