Zhang Wenfeng looked at Yun Qiuhe, who was a hundred feet away in the air. He was ambushed and intercepted by two second-level shaman cultivators. He was surrounded from both sides and was in a critical situation. Moreover, he could not break away from the two men's pursuit. He went far away, and he felt anxious.
The sword movement was still steady, and one sword after another attacked the masked shaman warrior who was desperately resisting.
However, the wizard's defense was so strong thanks to his secret skills that even though he was stabbed with scars, he still couldn't kill him with one sword. Every time, the opponent tried hard to get injured and avoided the vital point. When the sword tip pierced the wizard's body, it could only pierce. The clothes and skin were weak, and they were pushed open by the strange force generated on the skin.
He suddenly shouted: "Ha!"
The donkey jumping around ten feet away hit the sorcerer's ears with a booming sound technique that was hurriedly holding a short knife.
The sound blasting technique is different from the thunderbolt technique, and requires several breaths of time to buffer and accumulate momentum.
The masked shaman warrior's body glowed with black light, and there was a look of pain in his eyes. His secret defense method could not completely block the invisible sound attack. His retreating movement was stagnant, and the sudden sonic attack affected his balance of movements.
A sword suddenly came from the gap between the sword light that he was cutting and blocking, and pierced his left eye. Yuan Qi entered his brain. The shaman warrior let out a shocking scream and fell backwards.
Zhang Wenfeng did not continue to pursue and mend his sword, and allowed the shaman warrior to scream and roll in the snow.
He casually took out a handful of beans mixed with the seeds of the thorn-hook vine and scattered them in the snow within ten feet of him. He raised his sword arrogantly and made a provocative gesture of wiping his neck towards the short witch cultivator who was looking over from the east.
He stepped forward, cut off the dying shaman's head with one sword, and kicked the head away with one kick.
"Asshole!"
The short shaman cultivator was furious and couldn't solve the problem even if he let it go for a while. Yun Qiuhe, who was injured and still trying to resist with his treasures, flew fiercely from the air.
Compared with black witches and wizard beasts, witch warriors are more difficult to train. Even if the task is completed this time, they will be scolded.
Under his nose, the Taoist boy used his sword skills to kill a shaman warrior who was famous for close combat and defense. This made him very angry. He cursed the damn trash in his heart. He couldn't do it for a while longer. He was just pretending in his mind. of feces.
Fu Gujing beheaded the tall and thin witch cultivator wielding the black wooden staff and shouted: "Surround and kill that three-inch man!"
He understood that Brother Zhang was so irritating a second-level shaman cultivator in order to give his junior sister a chance to breathe. At the same time, he sighed in his heart. The fireworks communication took so long. Do the two cultivators on duty on Xihe Mountain really want to have nothing to do with it and just stand by?
The short, masked shaman cultivator who swooped over couldn't bear to hear the insulting words "three-inch Ding".
His body turned rapidly in the air, the cold light broke through the wind and snow, and he suddenly struck Fu Gujing with a knife.
In his opinion, it only takes a few breaths to solve these three Taoist cultivators.
On the contrary, the guy who wields the sword is very powerful, so I'm afraid it will take a lot of time.
Fu Gujing hurriedly recited a spell in her mouth, scattered the yellow sand with her left hand, and waved her sword to create a yellow mist, with little sword lights hidden in it, and she led Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He back quickly.
In an instant, there was a clanging sound and heavy rain fell.
Without any scruples, he used all his skills to block the second-level shaman cultivator for a moment, but he was still able to do it.
He didn't want Brother Zhang to fall into danger alone because he was rescuing his junior sister. He wanted to turn the battlefield here and combine the efforts of the four of them to hold back the bad-tempered witch cultivator. He would then send two or three fireworks to summon him. Having an extra helper is always a good thing.
The short shaman cultivator was furious. His few quick attacks were greatly reduced by the strange sticky yellow mist.
His figure swayed in the air, bypassing Fu Gujing, who was blocking the perfect Qi Qi realm in front of him. His sword was like a shadow, and he slashed fiercely at Zhu He on the left from behind. He wanted to pick a weak persimmon to strike and break the entire entangled formation.
Fu Gujing hurriedly turned around and swung her sword to control Huang Chen's rapid movement, and shouted: "Retreat!"
With a wave of his left hand, several talismans were thrown away, yellow light exploded, and dozens of rock thorns shot towards the short witch cultivator.
There are also three whistling "Earth Element Killing Thorns" in the shape of a pin.
His cultivation strength is not comparable to that of a second-level witch cultivator, and he definitely has more talismans and various magical tools than his opponent. Even if the power is less, it can take more time based on the quantity.
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Zhu He and Chen Qingqiao used their swords to block the attack, then stumbled and took the opportunity to retreat.
They were self-aware, so they could only play side drums, protect the flanks for Lao Fu, and rescue him at critical moments. It was impossible to confront him head-on. Fortunately, Lao Fu attacked in time, but the shaman cultivator flying in the air had scruples, and the knife attack was aborted.
Zhang Wenfeng sighed. The old man did bad things out of good intentions. Unlike the tacit understanding between him and Donkey, he was too late to transmit the message just now, so his plan failed and he had to act according to the situation.
He took a few leaps, rushed towards him with his sword, and sent a message to the donkey not to follow.
The donkey was completely naked, and even though he had the ability to protect himself with lightning entanglement, he couldn't withstand a few attacks from the second-level witch cultivators. Moreover, the donkey's attacks were not powerful enough to deal with the second-level witch cultivators, so don't get involved.
The donkey's speed advantage is not enough when faced with a witch cultivator who can fly in the air.
The badger cub woke up from its nap, squatted on the donkey's back, bared its teeth, and stared at the shaman cultivator in the sky, eager to try.
The donkey quickly carried his godson and fled.
The short witch cultivator's figure was erratic. He swung his knife to smash the phantom of the rock thorn that the talisman turned into. He waved his sleeve with his left hand and swept away three earth-moving evil-killing thorns that followed and attacked like a shadow. He became more and more annoyed. He silently recited a spell in his mouth and waved his hand. A large black flame turned into a rain of fire and enveloped the sky above the three people who had reorganized into a tight formation. It fell in a steady stream, separating Zhang Wenfeng who was coming from behind.
I want to see if that Taoist cultivator with great swordsmanship dares to break into his Yin Fire range?
He is ready with a powerful backhand that can be released at any time.
Zhang Wenfeng saw the old man controlling the yellow mist, protecting it above the heads of the three people, and ducking to the side. The fire rain moved with it, and it was still able to withstand it for a while. Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He were desperately pouring Yuan Qi into the yellow mist above them. Wu, if the three of them combined their efforts and used magic weapons to resist the witchcraft of the second-level witch cultivators, one party would be proactive and the other would be quite passive.
"Don't force yourself!"
Fu Gujing sent a message to remind Guanzhu Zhang outside.
The power of the second-level witch cultivator made him exhausted.
Zhang Wenfeng made a prompt decision, silently reciting scriptures in his mouth, his body was washed with invisible golden light, and the magic power of the bell-ringing curse instantly acted on the shaman cultivator who looked at him askance.
He wanted to seize the opportunity and take advantage of the time when the witch cultivator used a large-scale witchcraft to suppress the three old masters. This was his chance.
He stepped hard and made a pit in the snow.
The whole figure was like a shooting arrow, going straight through the area covered by black fire. Dots of black fire hit him, making a "chichi" sound, and were extinguished by the cyan, dark yellow, and light yellow brilliance that emerged from his body.
The sword rolled like a whirlwind, and like a millstone turning, with the flag waving, and it crushed and killed the short witch cultivator who was shocked and dazed for a moment. What about the second-level witch cultivator?
Being entangled in such a close quarters by a swordsman like him, who can't bear to walk around, or two.
He is not fighting alone!
He has a companion he can trust to support him and has no worries.
"Ding, clang, clang", the short witch cultivator hurriedly swung his sword, black fire rising from his body.
For a moment, he couldn't get rid of the attack. He was killed by Zhang Wenfeng's unique sword-grinding style, which caused him to fall from the air to the ground. He stepped on the ground and kept going backwards, defusing wave after wave of sword-style waves. The strong wind swept away snow foam and broken bricks. Splashing left and right.
This sword style is too weird, the sword light rotates and rolls like a millstone.
Most of his counterattacks failed to land.
Then he was furious. The dignified second-level shaman cultivator was suppressed by a Taoist boy in the Huaqi Realm. Where could he put his face?
In the blink of an eye, he retreated several feet, and the short witch cultivator struck with his left hand. With a "whoosh", a ball of black flames smashed into the whirlwind of sword light, exploding countless sparks, causing the entire sword light offensive to stagnate for a moment. .
He sneered, so what if his swordsmanship is great?
He can rely on his cultivation and use witchcraft to gain the upper hand, but he will not compete with his opponent's sword skills.
Wait for him to fly up in the air, distance yourself, look down from a high position, and use violent witchcraft to kill the Taoist boys who have caused him embarrassment.
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