"Senior Brother Bian, there is no turning back when you draw your bow. They are trapped in the soul-cutting formation. So what if they are guest supervisors and wind envoys? Capture them quickly, lest other monks bump into you during the night. We don't have time here. Let's start killing people and soaking in blood." As long as we stop them and throw them to Laolang Ridge, not even the bones will be left in less than an hour."
Within the formation, the soft and seductive voice of the beautiful woman with a pair of beautiful big eyes came out.
"We didn't kill anyone. The state wants to pursue the case. We invited experts to deduce the cause and effect. The cause and effect cannot fall on us. Senior brother, think about it. We were caught by him. Even if we run back to the sect, if we really make trouble in the state The Cheng Dao Lu branch knows that robbing and killing the prison envoy is a serious crime, so will we be able to enjoy it? In order to clear up the relationship, the sect may be the first to expel us."
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and closed the image of the Keqing brand.
The seemingly weak woman played a contributing role in the whole evil incident, fulfilling the old saying that people should not be judged by their appearance.
Evil people are never written on their faces. Malice is mostly caused by changes in the environment and external objects.
There is no inherent "evil" or "bad", but once your mood is broken, it is difficult to repair it.
The woman was afraid that all the blame would be placed on herself and she would become a scapegoat pushed out by the sect. She wanted to strengthen the man's desire to seize the treasure and kill people. She even came up with such a vicious plan and said it in front of them, hoping to completely block the way to death. .
Now look at the man's choice. If he still has brains...well, there are many choices.
There was silence in the yellow mist for a while.
The two seemed to be conferring via voice transmission, and then Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the surging mist was getting thicker. He drew his sword out of its sheath, and dark blue and green swirling stripes appeared on his body, which looked strange on his face.
The afternoon before yesterday, I had a sparring session with He Guangjun, and I had already used my magical power to protect myself, but I still haven't recovered yet today.
The gravity suddenly increased, Zhang Wenfeng did not move, and spent a little time with his Yuan Qi to resist. He was trying to stop with silence.
Based on Donkey's intelligence and tacit understanding with him, there was no attack at the moment. The guy was probably hiding in a dark place nearby, preparing to ambush. If something happened here, Donkey would quietly follow and take a look.
Donkey knows what means he has and won't worry about him being trapped in the formation and unable to get out.
Those two people missed the donkey, probably because they didn't notice the donkey that arrived later?
After all, the "oriole" released to spy on him couldn't think independently, so when he stared at him, he could only stare...that's how it should be.
A thick yellow mist suddenly pressed down above his head, and Zhang Wenfeng swung his sword to lift it up.
When the sword energy passed by, there was a sound like cracking brocade silk. The yellow mist separated to both sides, with only thin mist in the middle. His swordsmanship was not inferior to that of He Guangjun. The sword intent cut off the opponent's earth-moving magic technique with the help of the formation. Make it fall by the wayside.
The pattering of khaki fragments rained down around him, creating craters in the nearby rocks.
Mo Ye stood still, ignoring all attacks.
She was a spectator and had no intention of taking action. She was just watching the excitement. She wanted to see what means the Taoist priest trapped in the formation used to deal with the two people.
She has seen countless bad people and ghosts, and it can be said that the worst evil people in the three realms are gathered in the underworld.
"With such little ability, you still dare to do evil things like killing people and seizing treasures?"
Zhang Wenfeng said sarcastically.
He used his spiritual consciousness to carefully explore the figures of the two people in the formation. The sword just now gave him some ideas of breaking the formation.
He was waiting for an opportunity and didn't count on Mo Ye. If Mo Ye wanted to help him, he would have done it long ago, so there was no need to wait until now.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark blue and green stripes on Zhang Wenfeng's body rotated sharply, making a subtle and rough sound like rough stones rubbing against smooth metal objects. Zhang Wenfeng "saw" bit by bit invisible spikes, which were repaired. The protective light patterns erupted from the dark green magic disk at the back bounced away.
Two feet around his body, on his chest, abdomen and head, two thin bands of light surrounded by fluorescent light gradually formed.
This wave of formation attacks came suddenly and strangely.
He easily blocked it with his condensing disc, which only consumed some of his energy.
The sword in his hand suddenly stabbed diagonally to the left, and the green sword light broke through the thick yellow mist, making a sudden sound of breaking through the air.
There was a collision sound and the woman's cry of pain in the yellow mist. He attacked with a sneak attack and injured the woman who wanted to get closer to attack.
The mist was as thick as it was, rolling around to eliminate the gap pierced by the sword energy. However, Zhang Wenfeng rushed forward with his jujube sword in his hand and swept across thousands of troops. The light of the sword cut through the formation's obstructions with substance, breaking through the short-term hole. He heard " With a "dang" sound, he changed his moves and stabbed diagonally. He had already entangled the woman who had retreated hastily.
The formation of fog was torn into pieces by him, and the sword energy blessed by his "fitting with the body" sword realm was too sharp.
Moreover, he was protected by a magic weapon and could easily block several waves of strange attacks launched by the formation.
Bian Zhengfeng, who was in charge of the formation, regretted seeing this. That guy was trapped in the formation and was still so violent. What was the origin of that guy?
He was now riding a tiger, rolling his eyes. While Junior Sister Ni, who had encouraged him to do the evil deed of robbery, was in a hurry to deal with the attack of the guest supervisor in the team, he pinched with both hands, violently removed the mist cover from the woman's body, and used Gravity gave a slight resistance.
When disaster strikes, they all fly away, so don't blame him for being ruthless.
"Bian Zhengfeng, you..."
The beautiful woman was shocked and turned pale instantly, guessing that her companion was going to hurt her.
In order to shift all the blame onto her alone.
She would be dead by then, so she would not be able to argue with her, and she would cause trouble to her parents and relatives.
Such a cruel person, he treated her like this after he got her body, she hated him so much!
Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward, expressionless, and struck away the long sword that the woman was desperately resisting. With a slight trembling of his wrist, he followed the blade of the opponent's sword and penetrated the key point on the woman's left rib. He did not destroy the flower with his ruthless hands, leaving the woman alone. Life can correct the son of a noble family named Bian Zhengfeng.
After all, she was dead, and that woman didn’t know how many disgusting things she would shake off.
For the sake of reputation, large sects must clean up their sects.
Save him from wasting time facing the wrath of the great sects.
A huge suction force emerged from the yellow mist, dragging the severely injured woman down into the canyon below.
Fists and large rocks were thrown at Zhang Wenfeng at the same time, and the yellow mist surged and closed, preventing him from capturing the woman.
The woman cursed desperately and shrilly: "Bian Zhengfeng, you will not die well..."
The sound of "Peng bang" collision was horrifying, and the woman's angry curses from behind were interrupted in a few moments.
Falling from the top of the canyon, the woman who was restrained by Yuan Qi had no chance of surviving. She ended up with such a broken body. It can be said that all the mechanisms were used to endanger Qing Qing's life.
"You are such a caring and righteous son, why don't you just capture him without mercy?"
Zhang Wenfeng stepped back a few steps and swung his sword to smash the rocks condensed by all the formations attacking him.
Mo Ye went somewhere unknown and did not follow him forward or backward. In this way, he could let go of his hands and feet, and swiped the Zaomu sword horizontally, and then cracked it, cutting into pieces and messing up the closing fog.
Amidst the roar, Tingfeng Yan didn't know how many pieces he had cut down.
He didn't have the slightest sympathy for the woman's tragic end. Murderers will always be killed. When you have evil thoughts and do evil things, you should be aware of the evil backlash.
After a few sword blows, he noticed that the formation surrounding him was quite loose. He guessed that Bian Zhengfeng, the one who killed and silenced him, took the opportunity to escape, so he was not worried about this.
Two swords struck the same spot in succession, and the mist in front of him lost its restraint and suddenly dispersed.
The mountain breeze blows, and the vision returns to clarity.
The sword cultivator used his strength to break the formation, which was displayed vividly at this moment.
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and saw in the air two to three hundred feet away, a handsome man with a dark face and disheveled hair, who was struggling to deal with the attack of a donkey using the wild thunder technique.
"Young man, you dare to set up a trap to harm my audience? Are you so brave after eating a bear's heart?"
"Let's see Mr. Donkey's turning thunder technique!"
"With such little ability, you still dare to imitate bad guys in robbery. Are you tired of living?"
The donkey kept talking incessantly and attacked at an extremely fast speed.
After it advanced and became familiar with the demonic power, the power of its attack methods such as thunderbolts increased, but it never had a chance to try them. Now it caught an unlucky robber, and it would never let him go.
Taking the opportunity to hit a sonic blast, the man's face was distorted, his orifices were bleeding, and he was teetering in the air.
The donkey was very satisfied with the power of its two guard attack skills, and shouted: "Master, please rest, the little thief and the thief are here."
It sounds righteous, but in fact it is afraid that the viewer will steal its business.
It still wants to keep it and slowly play around. There are also new tricks that it has figured out by itself such as "Thunder Sound Technique" and "Explosive Rain Thunder Technique", but they are not allowed to be enjoyed by the thief. They can only be used after trying them on people of the same level. Improve.
"Decide quickly, don't wait too long."
Zhang Wenfeng never had a playful attitude towards fighting. What he emphasized was to go all out and kill with one strike.
"Okay, let's get it done right away!"
When the donkey saw the temple master flying towards him, he quickly responded.
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