Zhang Wenfeng's expression remained unchanged, but he was actually smiling bitterly in astonishment. Facing masters with vastly different strengths, his "Intricate Curse" was flawed and he had to improve his casting method. In addition, he had to find a way to solve the problem of the source of the spell.
He made an instant decision and took advantage of the opponent's sword skills to crush the bean sprouts. In a very short period of time, he stopped his retreat and gathered momentum to finish.
The blade of the sword glowed with green light. He swung the sword forward and stabbed forward. The shadow of the sword was extremely colorful and complicated, and there was a hint of murderous intention in the dazzling light.
"Okay, not bad!"
He Guangjun shouted with a gleam of light in the depths of his eyes.
He did not change his sword stance, but his speed suddenly increased by three points, and he struck directly at the point in the center of the dazzling sword light.
"Ding", the two swords struck each other, Yuan Qi collided and a violent wind erupted.
All the sword shadows were swept away, Zhang Wenfeng's hair and robes flew back, his feet couldn't stop sliding back, plowing a half-foot deep mark in the field.
He Guangjun stopped in place, stepped on two shallow marks under his feet, and laughed dryly: "It's interesting. Your swordsmanship has initially reached the point of 'matching the hand', but it lacks sharpening and direction. Take another strike from me!"
He irrationally raised his sword and stabbed again, as if he believed that the other party had hidden tricks that were of no use and had to be forced out.
Zhang Wenfeng used the "Flying Style" to hit a sword head-on. Yuan Qi consumed a lot of energy. In just a short moment, his arms were sore and numb. He had not recovered yet. This fight was a huge loss, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it.
However, the other party didn't care about this, so he could only continue to deal with it.
The first line of golden seal characters in the ancient book of inner vision and sea of consciousness is silently reciting a strange rhythmic scripture:
"The Tao can be the Tao, but it is not the eternal Tao."
The halo of the words circulated, and there seemed to be an invisible fairy sound flowing over his body. The soreness in his arms disappeared, and he returned to normal in an instant.
As he watched a sword stab five feet in front of him, he had a look of compassion on his face and did not dodge or dodge.
Cast the magical "Bell Ringing Curse"!
He knew that this magical power was of great use in dealing with ghosts, and was also somewhat useful in dealing with demons.
What about dealing with monks? He has never been able to find a chance to try it on a monk. He has no means at his disposal now, so let He Guangjun, the unreasonable guy who comes to his door, be the first one.
Yun Qiuhe saw something was wrong and shouted anxiously: "Hurry and hide!"
After drawing his sword, he stepped forward to help parry and resist.
Suddenly, a blazing silver-white light appeared on He Guangjun's body, and his sword movement stopped. A sudden bell seemed to ring in his mind, shaking his soul.
The attack came suddenly and went away quickly, leaving no real damage.
But it made He Guangjun uneasy and his reaction was three points slower.
Zhang Wenfeng pinched the Thunder Jue with his left hand, pointed at He Guangjun, whose eyes had recovered, and shouted: "Thunder!"
A blurry cyan lightning as thick as a wheat stalk struck He Guangjun's right wrist holding the sword, and emitted a "sizzling" thunder and lightning light.
He received the fragment of "Qingxiao Ju Mu Lei Shu" presented by Zhong Wenyong. No matter how busy he was every day, he had to take time to figure out the Mu Lei Technique. Just the night before yesterday, after sitting in meditation, he realized the use of Mu Lei Technique.
Although the current thunder attack cannot be very far and its power is limited, it can be regarded as a good method at this time. The distance between He Guangjun and him will be close and within the attack range.
He Guangjun was taken aback, subconsciously sheathed his sword and retreated, using his protective spell to face the lightning.
"Chichi", the thunder light was annihilated, leaving a light black scorch mark on his wrist.
He Guangjun suffered a small loss. When he saw the opponent sheathing his sword, he reacted and after three moves, his attack was cleverly interrupted by the kid using two kinds of spells.
He showed his trademark dry smile without moving his lips, and said: "It's quite interesting, Zhang Wenfeng, you know a lot and a lot of things, let's learn some tricks again?"
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head firmly and refused.
He had no interest in looking for abuse. Just now, he just relied on his knowledge of many and mixed things to get by.
How couldn't he hear the sarcasm in the other person's words, and said: "My skills are not as good as others, so there is no comparison. When I advance to the Jianwei realm, I will find an opportunity to compete with you on a few moves."
He openly admitted that he lost.
He also secretly pointed out that the other party's words did not count.
He used his cultivation far beyond that of the late stage of Huaqi Realm to protect himself and extinguish the lightning.
He knew that the other party acted subconsciously.
So what?
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For some things, he couldn't put a grain of sand in his eyes.
Yun Qiuhe sheathed his sword and said with a sideways smile: "He Guangjun, you are so powerful and majestic! You are evenly matched with Guanzhu Zhang!"
He Guangjun ignored the taunting woman in front of him and glanced at the black cloth bag on Zhang Wenfeng's waist. There was a trace of ghostly energy leaking there just now. He shook his head and said: "What a pity, your swordsmanship talent is not bad. If you concentrate on swordsmanship, you are better than a certain talker." There’s so much more to come.”
He turned around, swung his sword, and stabbed the sword flatly into the air. It looked simple and unpretentious, and it didn't even make a loud sound when it broke through the air.
However, the natural sword intent fell into Zhang Wenfeng's eyes, making him even more amazed.
It seems that there is no harm in sparring with He Guangjun for a few more moves, right?
The man in black robe tapped his foot lightly and flew into the air. He threw back his right hand and the silver sword fell from a high place. It was sheathed with a "clang" and the whole man quickly moved away to the west, leaving only a shrinking back.
"Hmph, how amazing is that? Learning the law is no worse than practicing swordsmanship!"
Yun Qiuhe couldn't see that guy's arrogance. After thinking about it, he felt that even if she advanced, she would never be able to defeat He Guangjun, who was learning swordsmanship in recent years. She was instantly stimulated and returned home as fast as an arrow. She couldn't stay for a moment longer and said: " Zhang Guanzhu, I’m leaving first, so be careful. I will summon the other three monks who are reinforcing to explain the situation of the Immortal Spirit Monastery so that they don’t have to come to check.”
He left immediately, jumped a few times, and the figure had disappeared at the east end of the official road.
Zhang Wenfeng walked back into the formation thoughtfully.
"Brother Feng."
"Guanzhu!"
"Lord Guanzhu!"
Except for the second senior brother and Yue Anyan, several people looked at the temple owner who was covered in mud and dust, looking up at the mountain, as if they were looking at a god. They stood in the mist and did not dare to move, and they all had their own emotions in their hearts.
Either excited or excited.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded, and told them not to go out for the next few days. Each of them was given an ordinary white jade plaque, which left his aura, but they could move around safely on the second and outer layers of the formation and would not get lost for no reason.
He still had to let the formation activate and accumulate for three days, so that the formation could be replenished with the basic spiritual energy of heaven and earth before the fog could be converged.
In extraordinary times, there is no room for him to want to keep things quiet without causing strange phenomena.
When the shaman cultivator sees this kind of formation, as long as he doesn't have a weak head, he probably won't try his best to break through.
After talking for a while, he sent the old cripple and the others back. He, his second senior brother, and Yue Anyan took a slow walk in the mist. He taught the two of them a few tricks to control the formation. He also needed a few days to get familiar with the formation he had arranged. Array.
The donkey came closer to look at it for a while, then raised its front hooves that were submerged in the mist.
Bullying it has no fingers and it can't pinch, right?
When he caught a glimpse of the badger cub sitting on its back, pinching it with its two front paws, the guy suddenly felt that he had taken advantage, and ran towards the foggy Lingquan with his godson on his back.
Zhang Wenfeng did not elaborate on the monsters suppressed in the back mountain.
The information he knew so far was limited, so he decided to wait a few days, after he was familiar with the formation, to explore the cave exposed by the collapse of the back mountain. Perhaps Master Xuanmu left something there?
Anyway, there is a formation to cover it, and outsiders cannot explore the cave covered by the fog without permission.
After saying this, the second brother ran up the mountain. He wanted to make a few more wooden signs and put them up in conspicuous places in the southeast, northwest, and write words to warn strangers not to break into the mist. As for those who are illiterate, they dare to He can't control the trespassers.
Yue Anyan kept familiarizing himself with the formation control techniques in the mist.
She knows some basics, and having such a large formation allows her to become familiar with it and control some of its powers, which makes her feel lucky.
Zhang Wenfeng followed the stream to the khaki boulder beside Lingquan and sat cross-legged close to the edge of the pool.
Close your eyes slightly and feel the subtle magic of the formation connecting heaven and earth.
He does not need to understand the operating principles of the formation for the time being, he only needs to operate and control the formation. This does not prevent him from gaining some scattered insights into communicating with heaven and earth from the first operation of the formation, if he can immerse himself in it.
This is what Zhongshan God told him.
A large formation takes time, money and effort, but once the layout is completed, the benefits to the opponent are obvious!
If he, a pseudo-formation master who follows the gourd's pattern, can just sit back and reap the rewards.
How can you have time to go to the city and hang around?
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