Taoist chanting

The masked martial artist's body was full of black light, and his eyes showed pain. His defensive secret method could not completely block the invisible sound attack, and his retreating body was stagnant. The sudden sound wave attack affected his movement balance.

A sword burst out from the gap of the knife light he was slashing and resisting, piercing his left eye, Yuan Qi pierced his brain, the Wuwu Zhe let out a terrifying scream, and fell backwards.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't continue to chase Bujian, did he?Let the martial artist scream and roll in the snow.

He casually took out a handful of beans mixed with thorn-hook wire vine seeds, sprinkled them in the snow within ten feet of his body, and raised his sword arrogantly to make a provocative gesture of wiping his neck at the little witch Xiu who was watching from the east sky.

Step forward,?Yi Jianxiao dropped the head of the dying Wu Wu Zhe and kicked the head away with one kick.

"Bastard!"

The little Wuxiu was furious, and he would not be able to solve it if he let it go for a while. Yun Qiuhe, who was injured and was still desperately resisting with his treasures, flew aggressively from the air.

Compared with black witches and witch beasts, Wuwu practitioners are more difficult to train. Even if the task is completed this time, they will be scolded.

Under his nose, that Taoist boy used swordsmanship to torture and kill a martial artist known for close combat and defense, which made him very annoyed. He cursed that dead ghost in his heart. feces.

Fu Gujing beheaded the tall and thin Wuxiu who used the black wooden staff, and shouted: "Siege and kill that three-inch man!"

He understood that Brother Zhang angered a second-level witch cultivator so much that he was trying to gain some respite for his junior sister, and at the same time sighed in his heart, the fireworks have been sent for so long,?The two monks on duty on Xihe Mountain really want to have nothing to do with themselves and just stand by and watch?

The short, masked witch who flew over could not hear the insulting words "three inches small".

His figure turned sharply in the air, his cold light broke through the wind and snow, and he attacked Fu Gujing with a single knife.

In his opinion, solving these three Taoist cultivations will not cost a lot of money.

On the contrary, the guy who uses the sword is very powerful, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time.

Fu Gujing chanted the mantra anxiously, sprinkled the yellow sand with her left hand, and swung the sword to create a yellow mist. The sword was dotted with light, hiding in it, and led Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He back quickly.

In an instant, there was the sound of "jingling, clanging and clanging", and dense rain fell.

Without any scruples, he tried his best to block the second-level witch cultivator for a while, and he could still do it.

He didn't want Brother Zhang to be in danger alone because of helping his junior sister, so he wanted to turn the battlefield to this side, combine the strength of the four of them, hold back this irritable witch cultivator, and send out two or three rings of fireworks in succession, can he Having an extra helper is a good thing.

The little witch was furious, and his few fast attacks were dispelled by the weird sticky yellow mist.

His figure swayed in the air, bypassing Fu Gujing who was standing in front of him who was in the perfect state of energy transformation, and with the light of a knife like a shadow, he fiercely slashed at Zhu He on the left from behind.

Fu Gujing hurriedly turned around and waved her sword to control Huang Chen to move quickly, and shouted: "Back!"

With a wave of his left hand, several talismans were smashed away, the yellow light exploded, and dozens of rock thorns shot towards the little witch.

Among them, there are also three "Earth Punishing Evil Thorns" whistling in the shape of pin characters.

His cultivation base is not as strong as that of the second-level witch cultivator, and he definitely has more talismans and various magic tools than the opponent. Even if the power is weaker, it will take more time depending on the quantity.

Zhu He and Chen Qingqiao blocked the knife with their swords together, staggered and took the opportunity to retreat.

They had self-knowledge and could only beat the side drums to protect Lao Fu's flanks. At critical moments, they couldn't fight head-on. Fortunately, Lao Fu attacked in time, and Wu Xiu, who was flying in the air, had scruples, and a single attack was considered halfway.

Zhang Wenfeng sighed. Old Fu did bad things with good intentions, unlike his tacit understanding in the battle with the donkey. He didn't even have time to transmit the sound just now, which made his plan fail, so he could only play by ear.

Leaping forward a few steps, he swung his sword and rushed away. The sound transmission told the donkey not to follow.

The donkey is naked, even if it is protected by Entangling Thunder, it can't resist a few attacks from the second-level witch cultivator, and the donkey's attack power is not enough to deal with the second-level witch cultivator, so don't get involved.

Donkey's speed advantage is not enough to face Wu Xiu who can fly in the air.

The young badger woke up and dozed off, squatting on the donkey's back baring his teeth, staring at Wu Xiu in the air eager to try.

The donkey hurried away with the godson on its back.

The short Wuxiu's figure was erratic, and he swung his knife to smash the phantom rock thorns transformed into talismans. With a wave of his left hand, he swept away three earth-moving evil-killing thorns that followed his shape and attacked. A large piece of black flame turned into a rain of fire and enveloped the three people who had re-formed a tight formation, pattering down, separating Zhang Wenfeng who came behind.

Let's see if that daoist with great swordsmanship dares to break into his Yinhuo range?

He is prepared to have a strong backhand and can be released at any time.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the old man was controlling Huang Wu, protecting the sky above the heads of the three of them, and dodging to the side. The fire rain moved with him, and could withstand it for a while. Wu, if the three of them work together to resist the sorcery of the second-level witchcraft with the help of magic tools, only one side is active and the other side is quite passive.

"Don't fight hard!"

Fu Gujing reminded Guanzhu Zhang outside via sound transmission.

The power of the second-order witch cultivator made him exhausted.

Zhang Wenfeng made a decisive decision, and silently recited scriptures, his body was washed with invisible golden light, and the magic power of ringing the bell instantly acted on Wu Xiu who was squinting at him.

He wanted to take the first chance, and this was his chance when Wu Xiu used a large-scale witchcraft to suppress the old Fu and the three of them.

With a hard step on the foot, a trap was created in the snow.

The whole person is like a lasing arrow, passing straight through the area shrouded in black fire, and a little bit of black fire hit him, making a "chi chi" sound, and was extinguished by the cyan, dark yellow, and light yellow brilliance on his body.

A sword billowed like a whirlwind, turning like a millstone, and the flag waved, crushing and killing the little witch cultivator who was stunned for a moment, what about the second-level witch cultivator?

Being entangled by him, a sword cultivator, who can't bear to walk around, or two.

He is not fighting alone!

He has a companion who can trust his back, so he has no worries.

"Ding Dang Dang", the little Wu Xiu hastily swung his knife, and black fire rose from his body.

Unable to get rid of the attack for a while, he was killed by Zhang Wenfeng's unique sharpening sword style and fell from the air to the ground. Splash left and right.

This kind of sword style is too weird, the sword light is spinning, rolling like a millstone.

Most of his counterattacks could not be implemented.

Then he was furious, the majestic second-level witch cultivator was suppressed to this level by a Taoist kid in the Qi Transformation state, where is his face?

Withdrew several feet in the blink of an eye, the little Wuxiu struck with his left hand, and a ball of black flames slammed into the whirlwind of sword light with a "huh", bursting out countless sparks, causing the entire sword light offensive to lag for a moment .

He sneered, so what if his sword skills are powerful?

With his cultivation base, he can use witchcraft to regain the upper hand, so he won't compete with the opponent's swordsmanship.

Waiting for him to fly in the air, keep a distance, condescend, and use violent witchcraft to kill these Taoist boys who made him embarrassing.

Chapter 171 Killing One Thief Is Saving Hundreds of People

A long piece of yellow dust, as thin as a veil, suddenly appeared in the dancing snowflakes, stalking the little Wuxiu from behind and above. Xiu launched an attack.

Chen and Zhu followed closely, trying their best to keep the formation of the three of them together, encircling them from the left.

The irritable Wu Xiu was knocked to the ground by Zhang Guanzhu,?They used sap sticks and knives, and depending on the situation, they could still do it by pulling Wu Xiu's hind legs.

The little Wuxiu felt depressed, these guys wanted their lives one by one, they were all crazy.

He knew that Huang Chen was on his body, and he couldn't get rid of it in an instant.

At the critical moment, how dare you take it too far, swinging your knife to block the whirlwind of sword light that continues to attack from the front.

After fighting for a few moves, he also felt a bit of the reality of the boy's sword style on the opposite side. He used his strength to dodge to the right gap, and was about to fly up. The pale little Wu Xiu had his feet tied up.

Fu Gujing laughed out loud, and cast spells, the rope coiled like a spirit snake, and instantly tied the second-level witchcraft into a big rice dumpling, together with hands, feet and weapons.

He repaired the plank road secretly to Chen Cang, forcing Wu Xiu to flee to the right side of the snowy field where he had just arranged a means, desperately trying to abolish this expensive demon-binding rope,?Today, I want to leave behind this arrogant Wu Xiu who committed a bloody crime.

The little witch was terrified, and desperately pumped up the black fire to burn the extraordinarily tough Fasuo.

These boys,?It's so weird, he didn't even know when he set the trap?

Never should, never should, should not have been careless flying at low altitude, resulting in the sword cultivator using a strange secret method to shock his soul, and then being engulfed in a strange sword style and knocked down to the ground. He is still a little out of his mind, and his reaction is slow when fighting So one point.

Fasuo contracted and tightened, and was "crackling" by the black fire.

However, it is impossible to break free with three or two breaths.

Zhang Wenfeng held a handful of beans in his left hand that were mixed with thorny wire vine seeds, and almost spilled them out. He quickly stopped reciting the supernatural scriptures silently, and his body paused for a moment, suppressing his unstable breath.

The interruption of supernatural powers affected him to some extent.

Fu Gujing shouted: "Kill!"

Beating the dog in the water or something, he likes to do it most.

Wuxiu's thieves can be punished by everyone!

With a pull of his left hand from his cuff, he pulled out the jet-black sharp Law Enforcement Guard's wrist blade, rushed four feet, and pierced the little Wuxiu's left neck through the gap of the smoking Fasuo with a knife, Yuan Qi surged,?The bulging black flames on Wu Xiu's body suddenly subsided.

Zhang Wenfeng suppressed the churning breath, turned and rushed forward, followed by a flat stab with the sword, the tip of the sword broke out with force, breaking through the opponent's defense, and piercing Wu Xiu's chest acupoint only a little slower than Fu Gujing.

"Puff", Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He followed closely behind, and their swords pierced Wu Xiu's back and left side respectively.

Zhang Wenfeng retreated after stabbing cautiously, avoiding the splash of blood, he saw Wu Xiu whose eyes almost popped out above the mask, his eyes were desperate and crazy, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick back!"

I remember that the God of the Mountain said that one must be on guard against black witches of the second rank and above, who cast vicious soul-eating witchcraft before dying, trying their best to disperse their souls and hurt others.

He hurriedly threw the seeds in his left hand to the snow, and raised his left hand with two middle fingers.

As a temporary ghost errand, he has the power of ghosts in his hands, so he is not afraid of dealing with lonely ghosts, and allows Wu Xiu to use his soul as a monster?

Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He backed away in shock, they were not good enough, how could they dare to show off their abilities, stabbing a second-level witch cultivator with a sword, it was a mouthful of anger.

Fu Gujing let go of the handle of the wrist blade, took two steps back and shouted: "Stop!"

As he shouted, runes flashed on the black wrist blade inserted into Wu Xiu's neck, and a thin gray mist emerged from Wu Xiu's head, showing signs, shaking and struggling vigorously.

"You have today too!"

Fu Gujing quickly took out a dark bronze magic bell from his sleeve pocket. There was no bell ball in the middle of the bell, and the inner wall was engraved with complex runes. He held up the dark copper magic bell and took a photo of the Wuxiu's head, and shouted: "Collect the soul!"

He hated the witch cultivator who committed crimes repeatedly and committed bloody crimes. Today, he finally caught one, and he was a second-rank witch cultivator, so he was extremely happy.

A ray of light as thick and thin as a wick shot out from the hole in the middle of the dark bell, and with just one roll, it tore out the soul that was suppressed on the top of Wu Xiu's head, and rolled it into the bell, and there was a faint scream.

In the snowstorm, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.

"You dare to extract living souls!"

Three hundred feet away in the air, the last second-order witch cultivator who was suppressing Yun Qiuhe realized that the timing was wrong, but he was held back by the fierce Yun Qiuhe with the way of killing each other, so that he could not return in time to rescue him. Companion out of trouble.

Everything happened too suddenly and too fast.

He was injured and took a blow, and rushed to this side, roaring like thunder: "This is the justice that your Taoists claim to be? Are you not afraid of retribution for harming your virtue?"

"Bah, what methods can't be used to deal with you inhumane witchcraft remnants? Killing one thief saves a hundred people, not to mention that he escaped from his own evil, but I broke the witchcraft and captured the living soul. To be able to extract the whereabouts of your lair from his mouth is even more meritorious, how can there be retribution?"

Fu Gujing was so proud that he sealed the dark copper bell and put it in his sleeve. He pointed at the middle-aged witch who was flying towards him without a mask, and said, "Come on! Let's fight!"

Beside him, the short Wuxiu, who died of exhaustion, fell to death in the snow, and the Fasuo wrapped around his body was broken inch by inch.

Fu Gujing didn't even look at it, and exchanged a demon-binding rope for a high-ranking second-level witch cultivator.

This deal is a bargain no matter what!

Zhang Wenfeng took out a Qingqi Danna and swallowed it in his mouth. The sword-sharpening pose consumed a lot of energy. He fought a fierce battle with a second-level witch cultivator. In addition, he had only recently advanced, and his realm was not stable enough. He has to make up.

Standing on the left side of old Fu, he was silent, feeling that the few seeds he had thrown away earlier, leaving behind a trace of vitality, were sprinkled in the nearby three-foot snow, so he transmitted sound to the provocative old Fu.

With a little less effort, why not keep the remaining middle-aged Wuxiu behind?

By the way, he kicked Wu Xiu's body rolling over.

Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He stood behind, and the four formed a common four-element battle formation. The eyes of the two behind showed a strong fighting intent, and they wanted to shout: Come on, let's fight!

Wu Xiu's thieves are single and weak, and they are five against one. Except for the two of them who waved the flag, the other three all have means. As long as the thief dares to come, he will never return.

Fu Gujing collected a handful of yellow sand in her left hand, waved her hand back, and said via voice transmission: "Back!"

Yun Qiuhe's hair was disheveled, her mouth, nose, and face were stained with blood. The robe on her back was torn, revealing a dark robe with a bloodstain on it. She suffered a sneak attack earlier and was seriously injured. Fortunately, the magic robe on her body melted away most of it Attack, a jade talisman around his waist shattered and saved his life.

At this moment she finally took a breath, grabbed several pills, stuffed them into her mouth and swallowed them.

As long as you don't die, you can fight endlessly.

She took out two yellow message talismans from her waist pocket, quickly left a message, and waved out the talismans. She was fighting on the verge of life and death before, and couldn't spare time and distract her mind to call for help.

She fell a hundred feet away from the middle-aged Wu Xiu, seeing the four senior brothers retreating, a smile appeared in her eyes.

She remembered that Guanzhu Zhang had a powerful secret method, which could be used invisible, and she added more than a hundred spiritual plant seeds to the cake.

Therefore, she was even less anxious to step forward, urging the elixir to heal her injuries and quickly replenish her mana.

She believed that Zhang Guanzhu was full of bad water and could drown that bad guy.

The middle-aged Wu Xiu stopped twenty feet above the ground, looking around suspiciously, why did he feel a little weird?

The moment he turned his head, on the street not far away, the snow field where several mutilated corpses of civilians had fallen suddenly exploded. The middle-aged Wuxiu flew forward in fright, swung his sword back to block, and then turned around suddenly. Fleeing to the right, but one step slower, "bang", he was hit by a string of silver-white ring shadows on his left shoulder, which made him lose his balance, and rolled and fell to the snow.

The pain in his shoulder was like broken bones, and the cold entered his body, which he resisted with his witch power.