The Monk

Chapter 800 Sneak Attack

Especially the monk standing directly opposite, who has a slight affection for Twenty-Four Stars. If a fight really breaks out, he will bear the brunt, and he will be the first unlucky one. However, due to the restriction of his status, he could not quit first. As a master, he could die but could not lose face. Twenty-Four Stars retreated first, and then the others also retreated, giving him an excuse to avoid a life-and-death fight.

All thirteen people retreated. To Yao Mei'er's surprise, she had the intention to sneer a few more words, but she didn't dare to say them out loud. For a group of top-level monks, Zhang was afraid that he could be careless, but he didn't have that level of strength. In order to avoid disaster, he had to stay in seclusion. Mouth as well. Then he smiled and watched Zhang Wen walking down the valley.

Zhang Aijing walked down slowly. Zhang Tianfang was a little disappointed. Why didn't he start a fight? With the Ghost Sword guarding him by his side and the Fushen Sword in his hand, even if his opponent is a top-level master, he should still be able to fight.

Zhang Ai's wrist shook slightly, and the Fushen Sword in his palm suddenly turned into a black folding fan. He unfolded the fan and swayed gently into the valley. To the naked eye, there is nothing else in the valley except for the stones, mud, grass and trees in the ground. There are no common barrier formations among cultivators, but more than three hundred Nascent Soul masters can be left behind. Each of them is like a puppet, unable to move, with only a pair of eyes to look around, and a pair of ears to hear what others are saying.

The valley was thousands of meters long and wide, and Zhang was afraid to stop at the bottom. Zhang Tianfang wanted to go inside, but he grabbed him. He lowered his head to pick up a stone and threw it over. The stone did not encounter any obstruction, fell gently to the ground, and rolled into the crowd.

Zhang Tianfang said: "Look, it's okay, just be careful." As he spoke, he rushed in again. Zhang was afraid of holding him and did not allow him to move, and did not speak. He let go of his consciousness, and his eyes were like lightning, scanning the valley inch by inch.

On the surface, the valley is empty, with nothing in it. Scanning it with his spiritual sense can't find any abnormality, but Zhang Ai's gut feeling is that the valley is not that simple. Putting away the folding fan, he turned sideways and picked up a one-meter-long branch, held it in his hands and stretched it forward. It felt the same as usual, no different, and it was still very safe.

Seeing that Zhang Wei was so cautious, even though he had found nothing so far, Zhang Tianfang decided to be more honest, cooperate with Zhang Wei's actions, and whispered: "Let go, I will follow you and never pass you."

Zhang Ping glanced back at him. Seeing his firm eyes, he let go of the hand holding his and glanced around at the performance of the people around him. Including Yao Mei'er, there were fourteen top-level experts outside the valley. One by one, they were all looking at him nervously. Looking at their expressions, they clearly knew what was going on in the valley, but no one was willing to tell them frankly.

Zhang Ai looked away, turned to the valley, dropped the branch in his hand, took out the magic sword, held it tightly in his right hand, took a long breath, stretched out his right arm, and stabbed forward with the sword. It feels the same as using a branch, without any resistance, just as easy as stabbing a sword. The sword thrust straight forward without retracting it. Zhang Wen walked forward with his sword straight, walking into the valley slowly and firmly step by step, unwaveringly.

At this moment, his spiritual consciousness swept across the mountain ridge, checking the performance of all the experts. Some were happy, some were surprised, and some were waiting to see the fun. Zhang's heart suddenly moved, his steps suddenly stopped, and his body became slower, moving forward like a snail. At this time, the expressions of everyone on the mountain ridge changed again. There were two types of expressions, one was disappointed, the other was silent and thoughtful.

Zhang Wen stabbed forward with his sword. He had already walked into the valley and was moving forward. His right hand first felt immobile. A huge force surged towards his right hand from all directions. The powerful force was like mud pushing in from all directions, bringing dryness with it. Finally, he fixed his right hand in it, but the mud could not be seen, and the force was even greater. Zhang Awei's right hand just stopped flat in the air, unable to move.

Zhang Ain used his right hand to estimate how powerful the power in the valley was. After thinking for a moment, he concentrated all his spiritual power into his right arm, turned his right shoulder to the side, and pulled out his right hand. Then, the pressure disappeared and I could move again.

Zhang Weifang laughed, carved a line on the ground with his sword, turned around and spoke to Zhang Tianfang: "Stand behind the line and slowly reach forward." Zhang Tianfang saw something interesting and came over happily and asked: "Is it fun? "Before Zhang Ain could answer, his right hand had already been stretched out in front of him, and he suddenly felt the huge force. He was so frightened that he screamed: "Oh my God, I can't feel my hand." He quickly pulled it back and took a closer look, and said with a sigh, "It's okay. "Okay, it's okay." After confirming that he was not injured, he asked Zhang Ai: "What's going on?"

Zhang Awei chuckled: "I don't know." But he had some concerns in his heart. If it was just this power, he shouldn't be able to stop himself.

After thinking about it, I took out a rope and wrapped it around the magic sword in my hand. I threw it forward gently and dropped it into the valley. Then I pulled the rope. The magic sword came back lightly without any sluggishness. It seems that this magic circle only works. in people. He put away the rope magic sword, faced the valley head-on, and walked over. After taking a step, his body stopped moving. To people who don't know why, Zhang Wen seems to be standing still on one foot, stretching one foot forward, leaning forward, and not falling down.

But in this posture, the half of the body inside the magic circle cannot move, but the body outside the magic circle can still move. But the harm to him is not as simple as being able to move or not. The powerful force of the magic circle made him extremely uncomfortable. Half of his body was under unimaginable pressure. It was like a lock molded close to his body, locking him in place and constantly squeezing him.

The other half of the body stayed outside the magic circle. Without this pressure, it was much easier. However, it was precisely because of this ease that the body was pulled by two different forces at the same time, causing a huge imbalance. Zhang Pa felt like he was about to explode. He hurriedly used his strength to balance this huge difference. The ice crystals even took the initiative to condense the wall as a shield to bear part of the terrifying power of the magic circle for him.

At this time, a silver light flashed on the ridge, and a silver sword pierced Zhang Pa's head. The tip of the sword had pierced into his scalp. Zhang Pa's head was outside the magic circle. With the dual protection of huge spiritual power and ice crystals, he suddenly shrank his head to the side and avoided the fatal danger. The silver sword brushed his scalp and broke several protective shields. Because the ice crystals divided their forces to counter the power of the magic circle, they were also pierced by his sword. The flying sword pierced a trench on Zhang Pa's head, and white flesh appeared on the ground. In contrast to the black hair, it looked particularly scary.

The man succeeded with one sword, and then stabbed again, determined to kill Zhang Pa. At this time, Zhang Tian was furious. He thrust forward with the Fushen Sword, and slashed across the air with the Ghost Knife. He was willing to risk his life to save Zhang Pa.

Zhang Pa had the last protection of the ice crystal. He took advantage of the opportunity to slow down, and burst out all his strength, and hurriedly pulled himself out of the strong pressure. He was very fast. After taking a step back, the wound on his head was still pale, and no blood flowed out.

He stepped back, and two top-level monks on the ridge attacked at the same time. They also wanted to kill Zhang Pa. If you are arrogant again, I will kill you and let you go to hell.

Although the power of the magic circle in the valley is great, Zhang Pa knew after testing that those powers could not keep him in the formation, and he would not be as pitiful and miserable as Shura and others who could not move at all, so he dared to enter the formation. When he was attacked, the tiger soul in his brain exploded in an emergency, and merged with his own Yuanying power. He hurriedly avoided the sneak attack and then withdrew from the magic circle. His body did not stop, and then he flashed and flew back to attack. Then he saw a little silver light with a haze, and the man had disappeared without a trace.

The sneak attack monk was about to stab again when he suddenly found that Zhang Pa was gone. Then he found that Ghost Blade and Zhang Tianfang were thrusting their swords at him. Zhang Tianfang's cultivation was limited, so he didn't take the sneak attack monk seriously. But Ghost Blade was powerful and fast, so he had to retreat to block it. At this moment, three sword tips appeared on his left chest, throat, and forehead almost at the same time. The sword tips disappeared in an instant, and it would be hard to see them unless you had great magical powers. As the sword tips disappeared from his body one after another, a fat white Yuanying jumped out from his forehead, holding a flag in one hand and a small sword in the other. There was also a silver ring around his neck, and he hurriedly left his body and flew into the air. The old guy was ruthless enough. He flew straight into the magic circle in the valley, rushed in more than six meters with all his strength and extremely fast speed, and then stopped there motionless, sharing the same fate as the more than 300 people trapped before, and could never get out again. However, he was willing to be trapped. He knew very well that in front of a bunch of top-level cultivators, he had no way to escape. The Nascent Soul of others was a great material for cultivators to increase their cultivation. The miserable fate after being caught could be imagined.

He just plunged into the magic circle, and a blood flower exploded outside the magic circle. In the void, blood drops inexplicably dripped, one piece, one flower, one drop, blooming from the air and falling to the ground.

At this time, two top-level cultivators who rushed from the mountain ridge just rushed to the front, but Zhang Pa was gone. The two knew that it was not good. The good opportunity was gone, and the good opportunity was gone. They turned around and ran away. They also thought they were masters, but they knew that they were far from Zhang Pa's realm of invisibility by his own speed. Staying here would be tantamount to seeking death. In the blink of an eye, the two had crossed the mountain ridge and ran away.

You have to know that this is Monster Mountain. The cultivation of cultivators is suppressed by the power of the mountain and they cannot exert their full strength at all. But Zhang Pa, on the other hand, seems to be unaffected. Who dares to make trouble with him?

Zhang Tianfang was anxious to save Zhang Pa's life. He used too much strength, but all the enemies in front of him disappeared. He didn't have time to stop and rushed directly into the valley magic circle. At this time, he was pulled from behind and dragged far away. Zhang Tianfang was furious and looked over, just in time to see Zhang Pa's figure.

Zhang Pa's movements were too fast, especially after using the tiger's soul, the pressure of Monster Mountain had no effect on him. His movements were so fast that they were invisible to the naked eye. This was the main reason why he dared to take the risk to enter the formation. He deliberately took the risk, firstly because he had the tiger's soul as a support, and secondly, he wanted to test who was his enemy. He didn't believe that after he was completely immersed in the magic circle, the fourteen masters on the ridge would not move? Would they see a great opportunity in front of them and not kill him? There were a lot of enemies there.

The result was beyond his expectation. None of the cultivators who had grudges against him moved. They just stood there watching the fun. Instead, three guys who he had never met before and didn't know came to cause trouble for him.