Fayuan raised the wooden fish hammer, as if he was overwhelmed, his face was pale, the veins in his left hand were bulging and trembling slightly, he gritted his teeth and struck hard on the head of the wooden fish that was struggling fiercely in front of him.
"Winter", the dull sound was full of killing intent, earth-shaking, and formed a rolling momentum that spread throughout the chaotic battlefield.
This blow broke some kind of interference shackles, and the wooden hammer shattered into sawdust.
The monk's nostrils and eye sockets were bleeding. He threw away the wooden handle without hesitation, his sleeves flew up, and using his fist as a mallet, he struck the floating wooden fish in the air like a war drum.
The loud chanting of Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and sage books suddenly sounded across the battlefield, one after another, intertwined and complementary, sacred and solemn, covering up other sounds of talismans, spells, fighting, screams, etc. The chanting followed the beating of wooden fish. The rhythm forms a huge resonance of thought power, one wave stronger than the other, sweeping away the ghostly and evil atmosphere in the darkness.
Old Monster Xue, who was wrapped in a black linen robe, let out a few "ho ho" sounds and laughed inexplicably.
He was holding a three-foot pitch black staff in his hand. The top of the staff was inlaid with a crystal skull. At this moment, the skull showed shocking cracks. He saw that the monk was trying to break his spell even though he was seriously injured, and his body transformed. He fled toward the sea in a puff of black mist.
A few days ago, he was injured by the golden light of merit that suddenly came from the image, almost killing half of his life.
At this moment, the situation was over and he was on the outside. He didn't want to get involved and fight with the monk who was protected by Buddha's light.
He spent all his efforts to kill the monk, but it was not worth the loss, and it was impossible to rescue the monk who was trapped in a tight siege.
Furthermore, as far as he was concerned, the chess pieces he had lured here were of no use anymore, so why bother to save them? When he gets more injured, will they cause trouble for him?
It's better to kill him once and for all, to kill someone with a borrowed knife, to avoid future troubles, and to keep all the benefits in the past.
The only regret was that I couldn't find the swordsman with merit and virtue who was hiding somewhere.
Young people are terrible, and he met two of them this time.
After he recovered from his injuries and figured out the flaws in the monk's cause and effect, he would make a comeback.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and glanced at the darkness to the east. He noticed that a monk was running away in the distance. His aura was very strange and dark. He had previously focused on the battlefield and did not notice that there was a monk hiding thirty miles away.
Two swordsmen, one tall and thin and the other short and fat, fought their way out of the encirclement. The sound of wooden fish sounded like drums and the chanting of scriptures sounded like tide. The noise made them upset and restless.
"The bald donkey knocking on wooden fish, over there!"
"There's a thick black man guarding him. Maybe it's a trap?"
"It's a fart trap. The donkey and the sword cultivator have set up an ambush in the northwest. They are far away. Let's kill the bald donkey along the way. It's a matter of three or two swords, so as not to let the bald donkey figure out our whereabouts and pursue us. "
"That's right, there are three brothers following us."
After a few words, the two of them decided to pay attention and signaled the three people behind them to kill in the direction of the monk.
Before setting off, they heard Old Monster Xue say that there was a fourth-level monk on the other side who was good at calculations, so be sure not to let him go if you encounter him.
Warlocks have some means to save their lives, but their combat prowess is worrisome and they are not good at fighting.
Zhang Wenfeng received the signal and took one step out of the tree trunk. Wherever he thought, he activated his magical power. Countless green lights suddenly appeared in the air and shot towards the five people who were surrounded three miles away.
The magical powers that seemed relatively useless in the past have undergone earth-shaking changes in the number of green awns as his cultivation level has improved.
With such a large-scale attack, he didn't expect to cause much damage to the five people flying from the opposite side.
Surprise and encircle the opponent, delaying them for a moment, and seize the opportunity.
He drew the sword with his right hand, pointed his finger at the tall and thin swordsman who screamed "Get out quickly", and cast the Qingxiao Thunder Gathering Curse. A ray of blue lightning fell from the sky without any warning, and hit the tall and thin swordsman who was locked and unable to get rid of it with a "thunder" sound. Gao Jianxiu's body.
With the current cultivation level of the temple master, he can control two magical powers with only a slight difference in emphasis.
The green thunder entangled the tall and thin swordsman, and the lightning flashed and struck into his body. The man was frozen in the air and black and red flames erupted from his body, competing with the lightning and consumed. However, all the green wood thorns strangely bypassed the man who was struck by lightning. , frantically blocking the other four people like a downpour.
The thick black man transformed by Lu Zijin opened his mouth and shouted: "Thunder falls!"
He was teased several times by the audience, saying that his behavior of shouting Leifa's name was not in good style and showed the petty spirit of a country rich man, so he gave up and stopped shouting habitually to add three points to himself. momentum.
More than ten feet above the head of the tall and lanky sword cultivator, the air was distorted, and a bit of silver lightning brewed out of the void. Pulled by the spiritual energy, the thunder light grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Thunder", the fist of thunder struck the tall and lanky sword who was struggling to raise the sword. Cultivation.
In the sound of "chiss", the silver exploded violently. The man's hair suddenly became shaggy and his face was dark. He stood up to resolve the force of the lightning strike that invaded his body, and his whole body was unable to move.
However, what made him despair was that the silver thunder struck him one after another, each one more severe than the other.
The faces of the other companions changed drastically and they fled in a direction away from the tall and thin sword cultivator. Even the short and stocky sword cultivator did the same, for fear of being struck by lightning if they got close.
Five thunders struck the top, coupled with the divine power of the temple master, the tall and thin swordsman with superb strength was beaten into a charred corpse. His soul was extinguished, and with a "pop", he fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces. The narrow black sword's spiritual light All lost.
Lu Zijin was very satisfied with his "Five Thunder Technique". The casting speed was a little slow, but the power was extremely powerful.
He followed closely behind the viewer, stretched his hands forward, and put the leather magic weapon on his body into the storage space. He turned into a sacred black donkey, soared into the air, and charged towards the breakthrough green light, attacking with ghostly aura. Sensen makes the ghost-headed staff an ugly man.
Those who can break through the siege are all powerful characters.
The ugly man didn't want to face a donkey who knew how to thunder, let alone a sword monk.
What the hell is a swordsman who can unleash thunder magic and large-scale wood magic powers at will?
Realizing that they had all been fooled, the donkey who showed up in the northwest was an impostor, and that was the way to escape. He waved his ghost-headed stick, and countless ghost cries suddenly sounded in the air. In the dark night, ghost figures were wandering, and ugly ghost cultivators were mixed in. Flee with the scattered ghosts.
Zhang Wenfeng had already intercepted the short and sturdy swordsman who had rushed out of the attack range of the wooden thorn. He was fighting with sword against sword with equally strange and flexible movements. They were fighting back and forth in the air. The sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the sword energy collided. The close combat was extremely fierce, and there were quite a few. It is difficult to separate the chess pieces and meet the opponent.
He had previously sensed the power and various methods of two swordsmen who were equal to him through the tree perception. On the battlefield, killing the enemy was the most important thing, and there were not so many rules in the world.
He didn't have the time to use his own abilities to compete with two swordsmen who he knew were very powerful.
So he created an opportunity and cooperated with Lu Zijin to instantly kill the lanky swordsman and break the opponent's alliance.
"Ah uh..."
A huge donkey roar echoed through the night sky.
Lu Zijin couldn't find the hiding place of the ghost cultivator, so he used the "Vajra Lion Roar" and roared at the many ghosts that fled in three directions. The sound was rolling and sweeping.
The roar with the sound of Buddha struck the air, causing ripples, and the ghosts exploded into balls of black mist and disappeared completely.
The ugly man was wrapped in it, and his figure suddenly appeared, and he was trapped in a dilemma. He waved his ghost-headed staff and emitted gurgling cold mist, trying desperately to resist the huge roar that shook his ghost core.
It was so torturous. It was simply unheard of for a donkey to learn Buddhist skills.
He could only resist regardless of losses, and when the roar ended, he would use his short tail to survive and escape.
With two "ding-dong" sounds, Zhang Wenfeng and the short, stout sword cultivator distanced themselves in the air. He held the bronze fish pattern talisman in his left hand. Yuan Qi was filled with excitement, and his soul was shaken. The face of the short, stout sword cultivator who was opposite was trying to use other methods. Showing two points of pain.
The short and stocky man knew that something was wrong and wanted to endure the discomfort of the huge shock and escape to the side, but the sword energy flooded in front of his eyes.
It's majestic and majestic, and the sword's intent is to kill.
The short and stocky swordsman's face changed drastically. He was locked in the opponent's sword power and had no other choice but to fight hard.
It's too insidious. How can you use dirty tricks in a sword fight?
The remaining two men, who finally broke out of the scattered wooden spikes, were lucky enough to have ghost cultivators and sword cultivators help them hold off the sword cultivator and the donkey for a moment, giving them a rare opportunity to escape. The two of them flew southeast without hesitation.
At the moment of escape, what does the life and death of other people have to do with them?
The monk who was knocking on the wooden fish looked miserable with blood flowing all over his face, so they didn't dare to mess with him.
However, in a hurry, they rushed into a sudden burst of water vapor.
Why are there endless ambushes?
The two of them were about to cry, but they were surrounded by countless giant dragon lice with fists.
Xiao Ni'er appeared in the air with a smile and shouted: "Lu Zijin, come here quickly and help me."
In the past few days, while teaching Lu Zijin how to walk, she also learned a few sinister tricks. She shot the three-pointed harpoon in her hand at the ugly ghost cultivator. She first helped Lu Zijin kill him and almost didn't fight back. A powerful ghost cultivator.
After watching several exciting dramas, her hands were already itching.
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