Chen Zhong gritted his teeth, his face tensed, and he slowly poured Yuan into the jade talisman he held in his left hand. A trace of golden light came out from the gaps between his fingers, dyeing the entire palm with an uncertain golden light.
With his current level of cultivation, using the Hundred Thorns Golden Talisman needs to be activated in advance. The longer the preparation time, the more powerful it will be.
The two figures in the air were fighting fast, swords, lights, and fists intertwined. The afterimages were destroyed the moment they appeared. The two figures circled wider and wider over the town. Wherever they passed, there was a sudden sound of howling and howling below. Cut off, the aftermath of the strong wind completely razed the entire town to the ground.
Chen Zhong's entire left hand turned golden, but he couldn't find a chance to make a move.
Sweat rolled down his forehead, blue veins appeared, and blood burst out from the injured area. He had now fully activated the Hundred Thorns Golden Talisman. If he didn't fight it out, he would almost lose control.
"Wait a little longer and hold on!"
Ge Xiaoxing was also extremely anxious and sent a message to warn him.
The figures of the two people in the sky changed so quickly that it was dazzling. If one of them didn't wait, it would be a disservice.
The water is as clear as eyes with soreness. When his eyesight is about to fade away, facing the aggressive attack of the man in the bamboo hat, he attacks with a sword and a stab.
The blade of the sword drew a subtle angle in the air, and stabbed along the left fist of the man in the hat as he resisted. "Creak...pop" made a rough and harsh sound, and the sword stabbed the man's left chest.
Her left fist, which had been packed in her sleeve, struck out fiercely.
"Bang", the two fists collided violently in the air, one blow after another. Although it was only one blow, a series of explosions were made. Shui Qingru used the force to withdraw his sword and flip back to dodge in the violent explosion of the waves.
It is true that she is a martial artist. When fighting, she is not stubborn and can take advantage of all favorable conditions.
The hat on the man's head exploded to pieces, revealing a bald head that was barren of grass. He couldn't withstand the sudden punch from the female martial artist. He staggered back more than ten feet involuntarily. Blood flowed from the sword wound on his left chest. Hehe. He shouted: "My swordsmanship is mediocre, but this boxing technique is quite impressive!"
Chen Zhong, who was below, waved his left hand two miles away to the north, and a golden streak of light flashed in the air.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp", the next moment they turned into countless golden arrows, piercing the air and shooting three feet away from the bald man. This sneak attack was timed just right.
Chen Zhong's legs were trembling and he couldn't hold on anymore. He sat down on the ground and stared at the bald man.
Although I was confused, the man was clearly a monk, with a scar on his head and a breath that could not be concealed. He was an authentic Buddhist cultivator. Why did he take advantage of the situation to deal with them?
But in a chaotic place like the Duxian Islands, once there is a fight, even other teams from the Eastern Continent will use all their strength to destroy them first, and wait for the reason for surviving.
The bald man clenched his fists together, and his momentum was like a wave, and the shadow of his fist was like a mountain. "Bang, bang, bang," there was a series of explosions.
Golden light splashed in the night sky and rain fell, but the man still faced off head-on, retreating continuously.
Ge Xiaoxing pushed the formation technique he held with both hands into the air, and the earth-yellow and golden light mist that swirled on the ground turned into a roaring dragon, snaking forward and striking fiercely while the man had no time to pay attention.
Shui Qingru, through the collision of punches, already knew that the opponent's heels were the younger disciples of the magic weapon monk of Tianchan Stone Temple in the vast mainland, and they had the same way of superimposing luck.
She had been "taught by example" by the magic weapon monk's punch, and she had also figured out and understood the meaning of the Duijin punch.
Currently, she could punch three stacks at a time, and she was on a par with the monk. However, her body was not as tempered as the monk's, and her left fist was bloody and bloody, revealing white joints. She had taken the advantage of surprise, otherwise she would not have been able to hurt the monk.
Chen Chong and Ge Xiaoxing seized the opportunity to push the monk back, allowing her to store the sword for a moment. She put her left hand on the hilt of the sword, raised the sword tightly with both hands, and performed the Jiugong Step at her feet to leap dozens of feet away, facing the fallen The monk attacking with the formation struck fiercely.
The monk deliberately criticized her for not being good at swordsmanship and promoted her boxing skills.
She was filled with anger because she had the same virtue as the magic weapon monk back then. The master was like a god in her heart, aloof and could not be humiliated.
The three sword shadows overlapped instantly and turned into a bright lightsaber.
The monk is so ferocious that his fist shadows are like
The wheel turned and struck out quickly, just in time to defeat the attacks launched by Chen Zhong and Ge Xiaoxing. They had already retreated three miles away, half-body covered in blood, and shouted: "Vajra Fist Seal, go!"
The fists were intertwined and raised upwards. The shadows of the golden fists were divided into three layers and collided with the bright lightsaber.
The light shone like two scorching suns, illuminating half of the night sky.
The monk laughed and threw it far away, out of the attack range of the three people. He was seriously injured, and his momentum became more and more high, showing the late third-level cultivation. Several of them stood staggering in the air, separated from the cold-faced female martial artist. They looked at each other for several miles and said: "My name is Xia Houji, a lay disciple of Tianchan Stone Temple. Your last sword was interesting, but unfortunately you only have the power of one sword, so there is no point in attacking again."
"How are you, Master of Magical Weapons?"
Shui Qingru stood upright like a sword and greeted coldly.
"Uncle Master is very nice. It's just that he occasionally misses you, which annoys me a bit."
The lay monk named Xia Houji suddenly remembered that he had nothing to do. He took out a dusty bag from his tattered sleeves and threw it to the woman in the distance. He said, "Uncle Master was traveling on the road and caught a young thunder beast." He said he wanted to give it to you, so I volunteered to go there, and that’s pretty much it.”
After the monk finished speaking, he fled to the northern sea without looking back, and disappeared into the night after a few ups and downs.
Shui Qingru stretched out her sword to catch the large leather bag in her fist. She showed no expression and did not immediately open the bag to check. She glanced around to make sure there were no monks lurking nearby for several miles, and then she slowly fell to the ground where the fog was much thinner. .
"Strengthen protection. I need to meditate for two hours."
Shui Qingru shook the sword in his hand, threw the gray bag aside, and sat on the dusty ground with the sword across his legs. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath and exercise. The last sword was still in the exploratory stage and was not perfect, so he used it rashly. It left her unable to survive and her true energy was almost exhausted.
Her magical powers were exhausted so much that her eyes were almost blind, and her brain ached as if it was about to burst.
She endured all the pain silently, and the aura on her body became colder and harsher.
Chen Zhong watched worriedly for a while, with a solemn look on his face. He slowly stood up with his hands on the ground and moved out more than ten feet, so as not to disturb Junior Sister Shui's practice. He scolded the monk in his heart, "You're a fucking errand boy who delivers gifts." , what kind of arrogance are you taking advantage of, do you know etiquette?
He saw that the junior sister's situation was not optimistic.
Ge Xiaoxing spit a mouthful of blood on the ground. The monk was so damn powerful. With the combined strength of the three of them, they only severely injured the monk but failed to kill him. The monk's life was long, but I guess it was enough for the monk to endure. He had to hold on. If you leave the scene behind and leave, why don't you try to get closer?
The night was silent, and Ge Xiaoxing dragged his tired body and continued to plant a circle of flags outside.
There are only two days left to celebrate Chinese New Year.
There is no Chinese New Year atmosphere in this damn place.
He and his fellow sufferer Chen Chong could lie on the bed, brag and joke comfortably, drink some wine, instead of going out to have dinner and patrol in the open air.
It’s New Year’s Eve in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Guanzhu wore formal Taoist robes and led the crowd to preside over the grand ceremony for the fourth batch of disciples to join the mountain gate. When he returned to the side hall, a flying sword that he had received yesterday appeared in his hand, and he rubbed it with a thoughtful look on his face.
Chen Zhong, who is tens of thousands of miles away, reports that Shui Qingru's evil spirit is too heavy, and if it continues, it may lead to a major incident. The viewer is asked to make a decision.
