After being almost hit by the black man's fist twice in a row, Zhang Wenfeng looked indifferent and did not rush to stab the third sword.
He has entered the sword realm where man and sword merge into one. His whole body is not as sharp as an unsheathed sword. Instead, his splendor is restrained, his aura is natural, and his skin is green, more like a tree than a human being.
Circling around the black man who was standing still in a defensive posture, he had to admit that there was no flaw in the black man's body. No matter where he attacked with his sword, he would always receive a fierce counterattack that would inflict injuries.
Even if he casts the magic power of "Moving Wood and Changing Shadow", the speed is weird, so he still has to be careful.
To hone yourself on the edge of life and death is not to commit suicide.
Zhang Wenfeng hid in the magic wood array, observing and looking for opportunities to attack.
It was his first time to control the Immortal Wood Jie Qian to cast the Transformation Wood Formation. He still needed to gain experience. Just like practicing swordsmanship, practice makes perfect. Now that he was able to trap such a powerful opponent, he actually recognized the power of the Transformation Wood Formation.
With a thought, five green thorns sprouted out of thin air and shot towards the back of the big black man surrounded by green mist.
When there were no opportunities, he created them.
The moment the big black man turned around, he had already appeared on the other side, stabbing forward with a sword in his hand. The sword was dim and silent, and his speed was extremely fast. With a "chi" sound, he stabbed the big black man in the left side before swinging his arm across. Rib, leaving a small wound three-thirds of the way into the flesh, the figure dodged and escaped with the help of trees.
"Peng", the force of his fist flew into the air and smashed a small tree a few feet away. The dust and debris were rolled up and mixed into the green mist.
The big black man was so angry that he roared and cursed, and became more and more cautious. The smelly Taoist priest was very skilled in swordsmanship and could easily hurt him. Moreover, with the help of the phantom formation, he was too passive and heard a slight movement behind him again.
He half-turned his body and struck with the hammer, and a sword light hit the black hammer and stabbed him on the shoulder blade.
"What is virtual is real, what is real is virtual." He knew that he had been tricked by the Taoist priest again, so the black hammer turned around and blasted past.
There was a bloody wound on the back, but he still hit the empty space.
The two of them were sneak attacks and counterattacks back and forth in the magic wood formation, and the fight was extremely thrilling. After more than half a quarter of an hour, there were countless holes exploded by the force of the punches, and there were no trees left within dozens of feet.
The big black man's black uniform was in tatters and stained with blood.
He is also very capable. All flesh wounds are sealed with witchcraft power, and scabs will form in less than three breaths. Even a sword wound three inches deep into his abdomen has little effect on him. On the contrary, he becomes more brave as he fights, and his combat power increases by 20%. , the fighting instinct becomes sharper.
"Come on, you little turtle, stab grandpa in the chest!"
The big black man simply put away the black hammer in his right hand and beat his chest loudly with his fists, ignoring the flying swords that were quickly circling around him in the green mist. A life-and-death battle was the most courageous thing to inspire a warrior to do. Although he was scarred, The bottleneck is loosened, but the harvest is huge.
As long as he can survive this crisis alive, he will be able to level up after some time in seclusion.
Zhang Wenfeng was also quite embarrassed. He was waiting for Ruoruo to dance on the tip of the knife. He couldn't dodge once and was hit by a half-strength punch. The bamboo hat on his head was shattered. His robe was torn on his left shoulder. His arm was sore and numb until now.
There was not much time, and he was not prepared to delay any longer.
As he recited the scripture silently, a "bell-ringing curse" hit the big black man on the head.
Seeing the big black man's face twisted and roaring in pain, he stabbed the big black man ten feet away with his sword in the face without expression. Even if the "bell ringing curse" didn't have as big an effect on monks as it did on ghosts, it still had some effect. The soul-containing effect.
The magical sword power is his most powerful trick, and he can't use it easily.
Hai Wanchu's brilliant sword energy briefly pulled the spiritual energy in the air and gathered momentum, tearing apart the transformed wooden formation with a radius of more than fifty feet, and chopped down the locked black man who could only raise his fists to catch it.
The energy of the violent collision swept around, and all the fog disappeared from both sides' vision.
The flesh and blood of the black man's fists melted away, revealing the white bones in an instant. The veins on his face popped out and he endured great pain. He frantically mobilized all his magic power into his fists, and then surged to counter the opponent's shocking sword.
He tried his best to lower his cultivation level to block this attack, which was almost equivalent to the fourth level of strength.
Staring at the opponent with a blue face after the magic wood formation was broken.
"go!"
Then Zhang Wenfeng spit out a cold word.
A flash of golden light flashed in the air, and the next moment it pierced the black man's abdomen where the previous sword wound had been.
The scabbed wound is just a superficial appearance. It cannot withstand the attack of the Void Flying Sword.
"Ahhhh..."
Heart-wrenching pain, heart-breaking pain, the black man couldn't help but roar. His fists were so strong that the sword energy poured down. The whole arm was exposing its bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to his shoulder. spread.
The skin and flesh were peeled off, and the sword flew into the body. The black man howled miserably, knowing that he was out of luck.
He hated that he had not been able to display his abilities and was defeated by such a despicable Taoist priest with such an insidious plan. He was not willing to accept it. He kept his boxing stance and resisted the sword energy, staring at the figure with his eyes fixed on him and chanting incantations in his mouth.
Zhang Wenfeng's heart strings fluctuated subtly. He quickly struck the sword to the end, regardless of the result. He stepped lightly on his feet and jumped back, not even bothering to summon the flying sword that had entered the black man's body.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
He knew that there were several self-destruction spells in the Wu clan that all died together. He heard from Zhong Wenyong that one of them was a "blood-cursed soul shadow" that was particularly vicious, so what if he gave up a flying sword to be buried with the black man?
The big black man was baptized by a wave of sword energy. Except for the protected face, which remained intact with very little flesh and blood, the front part of his entire body was almost reduced to a skeleton, miserable and miserable. The flying swords in his body wreaked havoc and reached his chest.
He let out an incomprehensible curse, and with a jade-like white bone fist, he hit the top of his head hard.
"Peng", blood and brain matter splashed out from the seven orifices.
A series of dull explosions resounded throughout the entire body, exploding violently from top to bottom. Subtle ripples appeared in the air, and several rays of golden light mixed with broken bones shot out to unknown distances.
In the center of the explosion, there was a fist-sized blood shadow that condensed and disappeared in just half a breath, flickering in pursuit of the Taoist priest who was escaping to the southeast.
The soul shadow formed by the burning power of witchcraft, blood essence and soul through the blood curse, will go up to the sky and into the earth to catch up with the target of the black man's curse before his death, and will not stop.
Zhang Wenfeng escaped several hundred feet and suddenly turned back. He felt an invisible object in the night sky, staring at him.
It was really a "blood-cursed soul shadow". Even though he had never seen it, he could detect the clues through resentment.
He danced the sword with one hand and arranged green wood fire on his body, trying to kill the blood-cursed soul shadow. He used his left hand to take out several "Transparent Talisman" and "Jade Clear Armor Wood Thunder Talisman", but before he could smash it, After taking out the talisman, the invisible shadow disappeared.
The next moment, Zhang Wenfeng felt a chill and tightness in his body.
It was as if there were 10,000 grass-mud horses running wildly in his mind. The noise was so noisy that it would explode, and it made his head grow bigger.
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