It was like Captain America's shield suddenly fell into the smoothly rotating gears. The Qimen formation, which had been rotating smoothly, made an unpleasant sound, and then was abruptly stopped.
My sister spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her energy and energy began to weaken at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, my sister was also shocked and couldn't care less about getting into trouble with Mr. Lu.
The whip suddenly exerted force, and without any warning, a black wind blade was drawn out. Like the sword light that the great swordsman slashed after using his armed Haki, it hit the old man in the blink of an eye.
The Golden Light Curse was instantly cut into one-third, and a clearly visible mark started from the center of the eyebrows and extended to the abdomen.
The edges on both sides of the trace are densely packed with cracks that look like electric currents. If it weren't for the golden flames that frequently surged around, repairing them all the time, I'm afraid that the old man would have been cut into pieces by this knife the moment the two parties came into contact. For two.
But even so, the old man didn't feel comfortable.
His already thin figure actually looked more stooped at this time, his breathing rhythm also accelerated significantly, and his skin was slightly loose, showing that he had obviously spent a lot of energy.
However, the younger sister was trying to escape, and did not notice the change in the old man. Instead, she hurriedly stepped in front of her, raised her right hand slightly, and held it horizontally in the air. The black whip was like a poisonous five-step snake. , winding down to the ground.
Her arms were obviously motionless, but the end of the whip slapped the ground very frequently, making a slight rustling sound, just like the sound a cobra makes when it is enraged.
"sister?"
"It doesn't matter! It's just a mouthful of blood, just spit it out and it'll be fine!"
My sister wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her expression returned to calm again.
"It's because we underestimated the protagonist of the world. He is indeed the invincible Uncle Ninth. His methods are endless. It's because we didn't consider it before!"
"What do you mean? Can I still kill him?"
"It's hard!"
The sister responded calmly, and finally the Bagua array under her feet quickly shrank, transformed from an attack state into a defense state, and slowly rotated under the two sisters' feet.
She took the initiative to retreat, and the Bagua array that was forced in was enlarged, reflecting with the golden light that appeared from time to time on the ground. In the end, it seemed to be hidden into the ground and gradually disappeared.
At the same time, a dull golden light appeared around the two sisters.
These golden lights are like hot sparks, beating constantly. Although they are weak, they are very persistent in eroding the living space of the two sisters.
At the same time, uncle Jiu with disheveled hair appeared on the opposite side at some point, and the apricot-yellow robe on his body turned into a gray-blue background with silver-white stripes at some point.
Even the classic Bagua shape behind him has been changed from black to silver, and a cyan frame is even outlined on the edge. At first glance, it makes people feel chilled in their hearts and want to avoid it.
The younger sister frowned and looked at Uncle Jiu, whose eyes turned white in front of him. The mahogany sword in his hand was replaced by strange dust at some point, and said: "What on earth is going on?"
"I don't understand! After all, Fenghou Qimen is ultimately a foreign art, but Uncle Jiu uses Taoism. In addition, the rules of heaven and earth are different in this world, so the conclusions drawn are all gibberish!
But just guessing, he should have used the power of the underworld! "
Before my sister finished speaking, the dust on Uncle Jiu's hand suddenly flicked to the sky, sliding out of a semicircle from left to right.
Finally, five or six meters away behind him, the ground trembled slightly, as if someone had used the art of reincarnation from dirty soil, and two vermilion solid wood coffins grew out of the ground.
The coffin stood there like a door, and then the coffin board hit the ground with a bang, revealing something inside that was black and white, about two meters tall, with a strange shape and a ferocious face.
"Get rich at first sight? Peace in the world? Black and white and impermanence?"
My sister was shocked. Could Uncle Jiu be so capable?
He is still just a Maoshan Taoist priest, and he has not yet taken over as a ghost servant, so he can ask the seventh master and eighth master for help? Are you so proud?
My sister didn't reply. She stretched out her palm in a rare gesture and made a strange handprint. Then she lightly stamped her right foot and said softly: "Xun character - sandalwood merit!"
The ground shook slightly, and a huge wooden hand rose from the ground, dragging the two sisters up to an altitude of more than ten meters.
The place covered by the previous magic circle was completely filled with dense wooden piles, and the palms spread above were even more astonishingly large.
The two sisters stood on it, not crowded at all, but more comfortable than before.
My sister's Qimen Formation is still running, but the surrounding golden light has disappeared, leaving only sporadic tiny currents that appear, each time fleeting and gone, completely unable to get close to that huge palm.
This time, the two formations changed positions and once again became a confrontation.
Mr. Lu looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.
His eyes turned dark, and he sighed inaudibly. His body swayed slightly, and the indestructible golden light spell on his body began to flow again. The shocking cracks before were repaired in an instant.
To outsiders, he seemed not to have been harmed in any way, and even the golden light on his body had not weakened at all.
But his family knew about his affairs, and he was at the end of his tether.
If the defensive power of the Golden Light Spell just now is compared to a city wall, then this city wall is now painted on paper.
If he does it again, he will definitely die!
But the old man is an old man after all. He has experienced so many things and eaten so much salt. If nothing else, his psychological quality is worthy of recognition.
Even though he was in danger, he still looked calm on the surface, as if the attack just now had no impact on him at all.
Not to mention, his performance really frightened many people, even the black and white impermanence that just appeared looked at him.
But it was just a glance.
"Lin Fengjiao! You called me two to come, and triggered the Huangquan guide post. Are you ready to follow us?"
The person who spoke was Hei Wuchang. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with strange worry. His nose and mouth seemed to be connected together, and his green tongue extended from the gap, dangling on his chest like a tie, but there was no trace of it. Does not affect speech.
Bai Wuchang looks equally scary, and his dress is almost the opposite of Hei Wuchang, except that he does not hold a soul lock in his hand, but wears a ghost-beckoning flag. The tongue hanging on his chest is bright red, and the red is very oozing. It's like I just sucked blood.
Bai Wuchang's attention was not on Lin Fengjiao. He seemed to be more interested in the two sisters, especially the huge fragrant sandalwood tree that was summoned. It had the vague aura of a genius treasure, but it was very dull.
But this alone still made Bai Wuchang a little concerned.
