A sound wave suddenly exploded next to Zhang Wenfeng's left ear, and the attack came very strangely.
Zhang Wenfeng was so shocked that his eyes were filled with stars, and his face showed pain. He hurriedly stopped and blocked with his green bamboo sword horizontally. His feet were deep, one foot was shallow, and the other was diagonally backwards. He quickly retreated. He couldn't even keep his steps straight, and he was staggering as if he was drunk. .
"Clang", the swords collided and vibrated with great force.
The sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand, his body lost balance and staggered a few steps, and he hurriedly shouted: "Kick him!"
He needed a little time to recover, and the other party also fell into his plot, which was when he was unable to move.
The two of them each prepared dirty tricks for each other, and each suffered a loss.
A group of black figures rushed out of the darkness, kicked off the ground and leaped into the air, making a "dong" sound, and four pits were dug into the ground.
Luan Tingsan, who was covering his left eye, heard the sound of stamping on the ground behind him. He suddenly turned around and slashed diagonally with a whistling sword. The young Taoist priest received a blast from him. He was too preoccupied with himself to take care of himself, so he posed no threat to him for a while.
He was afraid of those who could get close to him while hiding in the dark.
Why is this little Taoist temple so full of masters?
The old lame man couldn't even stand still, but he actually used a fierce mid-level marksmanship to suppress the masked man and make him retreat. Damn weird things happen every year, especially this year.
Luan Ting struck the air three times with his sword. He suddenly woke up and quickly looked up into the sky.
It was the black donkey he bumped into when climbing over the courtyard wall. It leapt over his head in the air, and its two huge hind limb hooves alternately kicked towards his head. The speed was so fast that there was almost no wind, and the ghost-headed sword he held in his right hand Using too much strength, he could not catch up with the blow after it was struck.
In his busy schedule, he clenched his left hand into a fist, filled it with Yuan Qi, and struck it diagonally upward.
A beast can sneak up and jump above its head to kick people.
Could it be that he has become a monster?
The strange thing is that he didn't notice the fluctuation of demonic power on the donkey.
"Bang bang", the hoof hit his fist continuously, almost breaking the bones of Luan Tingsan's left fist. It was so painful!
That beast is so powerful!
If he hadn't been protected by Yuan Qi on his fist, this would have been absolutely terrible.
Luan Tingsan's left eye was filled with tears. He glared hard at his right eye and swung the knife. The light of the knife drew a large arc and chased at the huge black shadow in the air. The cunning donkey kicked him twice with its hind legs, borrowing the power of the knife in the air. He punched hard and turned away, not wanting to fight.
Looking at the direction of the landing point, Luan Tingsan was so angry that his head hurt and he shouted: "Be careful of that donkey!"
That donkey must have become a spirit, he can play tactics of attacking from east to west, and he is too flexible in the air.
He had already said it too late. The masked woman who was having a fierce fight with the second senior brother heard a sudden strong wind behind her head. She quickly turned her head, thinking that someone shot a hidden weapon at her. She didn't react at all to the donkey or something.
He dodged the first sneak attack, but he couldn't dodge the second hit of the series of shadowless kicks.
A jet-black donkey's hoof with an earthy smell struck the masked woman's left temple with a "bang" sound.
The woman's head tilted violently, and with the sound of bones breaking, her eyes exposed outside the mask suddenly bulged.
Her figure was swaying, and she staggered to the right involuntarily.
The second senior brother was overjoyed. He pierced the masked female thief's neck with his sword and pulled her away again.
He didn't expect that the donkey, which the temple owner said was very spiritual, could also help fight, so fierce and powerful!
He was so smart that he decided to reward the donkey with bean cakes for both meals tomorrow.
The blood spattered, covering half of the body of the second senior brother who was inexperienced in stabbing someone for the first time. The bloody smell almost made him vomit, and he took a few steps back, holding his sword on the ground and gasping for air.
"Mangqing!"
Luan Tingsan was so angry that he gritted his teeth when he saw that the woman had been brutally attacked in an instant. That damn donkey.
How abominable! Come to him if you can!
Zhang Wenfeng retreated five or six feet away and shook his head fiercely. He had recovered. He felt that the water in his brain was sloshing around, and he could still hear the buzzing echo. He waved the green bamboo sword in his hand and shouted: "Come on. ! Don’t you just want the sword in my hand? I’ll give you a ride with my sword.”
The thief stared at the green bamboo sword he drew, and he had already seen the greedy look in his eyes.
Revenge should be just a convenience, coveting the magic weapon is the purpose.
One of the three thieves was killed, and the donkey landed on the ground, swung its tail coquettishly, and rushed towards the masked man who was suppressed by the lame uncle.
He breathed a sigh of relief, it was time for him to use a unique move to deal with the bandit leader in front of him.
Even if Yuan Qi is exhausted, there will be no worries.
At least he has a cunning fighting donkey to help him.
Zhang Wenfeng was distracted and silently recited the Qingxin Jue, forcing himself to calm down from the ringing in his ears. He pointed the tip of the sword in his hand at the bandit leader a few feet away, and quickly advanced toward Luan Tingsan.
He kept his eyes on the other person's mouth, guarding against the other party using that mysterious spell again and trying to trick him again.
Luan Tingsan wiped his left eye blurred with tears with his sleeve, swung the knife with one hand, and used the corner of his eye to notice the left hand of the boy opposite him that was clearly holding something in his sleeve, and he stepped forward.
The two sides fought again, and the swords clashed, causing a dense clanging sound.
His cultivation level is superior to others, he is proficient in using Yuan Qi and can suppress it with force.
Zhang Wenfeng, on the other hand, has a variety of sword styles, is light and splendid with hidden murderous intent, and his swordsmanship is a head above his opponent's.
Both sides were very calm in this fight. They attacked, blocked, and defended, and they advanced and retreated in a measured manner. They fought fast and fast, changing directions like wheels to fight. They were not in a hurry to kill the opponent with one move, and kept testing to find flaws. .
On the other side, the masked man seemed to be more worried about the donkey's attack. When he saw the donkey charging from the side, he hurriedly slashed with his sword and quickly retreated in the direction of Luan Tingsan. As long as the donkey dared to charge, his sword would definitely draw blood.
The donkey is afraid of pain and death, so it will not step forward to receive a knife, but will stop its body by pressing its front hooves on the ground.
The whole body was swung horizontally, facing the masked man with its buttocks, its hind legs rose into the air, and its hooves kicked back. Under the bright light of the fire, there seemed to be countless shadows of feet.
After several sharp "dang-dang" sounds, the masked man couldn't hold on to the narrow sword in his hand and threw it into the air.
The old lame man stared at the flaw, his body bumped and jerked, and he suddenly made a strange raccoon walk, sprinting at an extremely fast speed.
The long iron sword he held in his hand carried the sound of wind in the air.
"Hoo", at the moment when the masked man's narrow sword was thrown away and his body lost balance, he made a squeaking sound and pierced the left side of the man's chest and penetrated diagonally through the back.
This style is a medium-level spear skill. The old lame man no longer retains his strength, he is ruthless and courageous.
Do you really think that he is too old to kill the thief?
He followed the thrust of the long iron drill and stopped when he was an arm and a half away from the man. This was to prevent the other party from retaliate before his death.
Then, the old cripple's eyes suddenly opened wide. He was shocked and saw that the skin of the masked man's exposed palms, forehead and cheeks suddenly had fluffy white hairs appearing strangely, and his dark eyes changed. It's as green as a will-o'-the-wisp and scary.
The old lame man just listened to the second senior brother's story last night about the temple master's killing of the female thief and the killing of zombies with his sword, and he was deeply impressed.
He blurted out: "White zombie!"
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