Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 93

Tong Hou became even more embarrassed and said: "My fighting direction, the trapping technique that I specialize in, well, currently I can only trap them all without distinction, including myself. I can't tell the difference between friend and foe."

Zhang Deming: "???"

What the hell? Is there such a trap? What a weird thing!

That's awesome, my brother, I'm convinced.

After just a few words of chatting, Zhang Deming's vines were already growing faster than the other party could destroy.

As for Tong Hou's hidden chess weapon, it's just scratching the surface.

Zhang Deming pondered for a moment and said, "Treat people."

Tong Hou was stunned when he heard this, but after a slight hesitation, he chose to take action.

He stretched out his right hand, which was different from the conventional pinch. As he stretched out his right hand, he made a chess-holding gesture.

The tip of his middle finger pressed against the tip of his index finger, and an illusory chess piece appeared in his hand.

‘Chess Arrangement: Dilemma. '

At this time, an illusory chessboard appeared from the ground and included everyone.

"Snapped"

With a soft sound, Tong Hou pressed the illusory chess piece onto the illusory chessboard.

The entire chessboard was instantly fixed, and no one could move, not even Tong Hou himself.

Zhang Deming has seen such a painful ability to trap enemies.

After trapping the person, Tong Hou looked at Zhang Deming and said, "What should I do? I can only trap him for about five minutes.

Their combined attack skills have a unique way of accelerating, and with this restriction, we shouldn't be able to escape. "

"Hmph, I think you can still use this trick a few times. If you can, just drag it all the way to the foot of the Heavenly Spirit Sect." The leader of the seven people, an old voice said.

Trapped again, the seven men in black didn't panic at all, obviously they had experienced it more than once.

"What to do, junior brother, I can get sleepy again at most." Tong Hou said to Zhang Deming with a somewhat ugly expression.

Zhang Deming ignored the other party and used this moment to carefully observe the seven people on the other side.

The biggest threat now is not the old man, a grand master, whose spiritual shield cannot be broken in a short time.

This is also the reason why Martial Artist has never been popular.

The biggest threat is the combination attack technique. With the blessing of the combination attack, the leading old man should have the ability to break the spiritual shield with a full blow.

After observing for a long time, Zhang Deming discovered the key problem. There is no weakness in this combo technique, but it is all weaknesses.

No weakness is that there is no position similar to the eye of the formation for the seven.

It is all weaknesses because they must maintain a certain position.

After finding out the key, Zhang Deming showed a confident smile and said, "Okay, let's remove the spell!"

Seeing Zhang Deming's confident look, Tong Hou hesitated for a moment, and canceled the spell.

The moment the spell was released, Zhang Deming said before everyone's bodies fully recovered:

"I heard a rumor. It is said that people on the northeast side of me will attack me out of fear."

A cold word sounded, and the entire battlefield changed color.

Tong Hou said in surprise: "Rumor talking skills?"

The old man on the opposite side obviously also knew a lot about the Heavenly Spirit Sect, and said in surprise: "Oh no, the spirit-talking master who is taking the battle direction, this is the inner seed of the Heavenly Spirit Sect."

As everyone changed their colors at the same time, the target of Zhang Deming's speech suddenly moved, rushed out of the range of the combined attack formation, and rushed directly towards Zhang Deming.

The rumor was actually not strong. After a few steps, he forcibly controlled his body shape.

However, the invisible connection between the seven people has been severed.

With just such a small change, the vines that were originally struggling no longer struggled in an instant, and they were suppressed in reverse, with a one-on-one-seven posture.

It seems that the combined attack technique cannot be re-condensed instantly. After it is broken, several people will retreat.

"The idea is too tricky, withdraw!" The old man who led the team was obviously a decisive person. As he spoke, he suddenly removed the restriction.

The seven people turned around and planned to run away.

Oh, come when you want, leave when you want, do you think I don't exist?

Zhang Deming pointed at a man in black and said, "I heard a rumor. It is said that you are not willing to retreat without gain."

Among the seven people who were retreating quickly, the one pointed by Zhang Deming froze instantly and fell behind.

His six teammates also shouted. The old man who led the team gritted his teeth, dropped a fire note from his pocket, and then sold the person directly without any pause.

Zhang Deming's light wings appeared on his heels, and he quickly stepped forward, completely clinging to the Martial Artist who had fallen behind due to the influence of the rumors.

Several vines circled towards him, and none of them were an opponent, let alone an Innate Martial Artist.

In a moment, the vines trapped him.

Looking at the struggling man in black, Zhang Deming controlled the vines and hung him upside down in front of him.

He reached out and took off the other party's black mask.

After seeing the other party's face clearly, Zhang Deming was slightly startled.

This child turned out to be a teenager, even younger than him, looking like he was sixteen or seventeen years old.

Teenage Innate Martial Artist?

Isn’t the martial arts world in Hongmeng Realm very weak? Are all the Innate Martial Artists rare and immortal?

A flash of doubt flashed in his heart, and he looked at the young man and said, "Tell me, who are you and why do you want to take advantage of the practitioners?"

The other party looked at Zhang Deming coldly without saying a word.

Zhang Deming shook his head and said directly: "I heard a rumor. It is said that you are very happy to answer my questions."

As the rumors took effect, the young man's face twitched and he opened his mouth and said: "We belong to Wu"

As soon as he said a few words, the young man's face froze, and an ordinary fire stick in the distance suddenly flickered with light.

Zhang Deming's expression moved slightly, not waiting for Spirit Partitioning.

The vine hanging on the young man was quickly pulled away. After a short moment of stiffness, the young man's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon.

"Mystic Blood Soul Oath?" Tong Hou looked at the young man who exploded and said in surprise.

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "It should be this kind of vicious oath, but it's not just that."

Arriving in front of a pile of black ash, Zhang Deming continued: "There seemed to be something here just now. The moment it burned, it directly cleared away all traces of traces around it."

Tong Hou said: "So, there are also highly skilled oath magicians in the other party's organization?"

Zhang Deming spread his hands and shrugged: "How do I know? You met him before me. Shouldn't I ask you?"

Tong Hou smiled awkwardly and said, "Let's go quickly. Go back to the sect and report these things. I don't think this is an easy matter."

Zhang Deming shook his head and said: "It's useless, the other party obviously knows the sect very well.

The targets chosen were all disciples who received little attention.

In addition, in the sect, from the top to the bottom, all practitioners show extreme disregard for mortals. If you report it, it should have no effect in the short term.

Just now, you were chased by a mortal, so you were embarrassed to speak out. "

(End of chapter)