The other two people were almost ready to spit fire in their eyes, and at the same time they blasted the magic weapons in their hands towards the powerful sword cultivator that appeared a hundred feet away. They had only one thought, to give the sword cultivator a heavy blow while he was attacking his companion.
Xiao Ni'er circled his hands, and more than a hundred dragons and lice were like two winding whirlwinds, rushing to block the front.
Could those two people just treat her as a show-off? Taiya underestimated her.
Seeing that the empress and empress Mu were fine, she was in a good mood and just killed a few to vent her anger on the empress.
There was a crash, and the two magic weapons were surrounded by an indestructible swarm of insects, forming two huge clumps and falling diagonally to the ground. For a moment, the insects covered them and gnawed at the magic weapon body with their claws.
"Bad guy, eat a forkful of my aunt!"
While shouting, Xiao Ni'er raised her hand and threw out her three-point water-dividing harpoon.
In just a moment, Zhang Wenfeng dealt with the first one, twisting his wrist and slashing horizontally, and coordinated with Xiao Ni'er to attack the hurried man on the left.
He had previously taken so many monks in circles to make a general analysis and comparison of the invading enemies. He deliberately avoided the physically powerful physical cultivators and the protective treasures to look at the powerful magic cultivators, and specifically selected the weak ones among them to attack.
Strive to kill with one strike, creating a preemptive and frightening effect, making everyone in the enemy cultivator feel in danger and not dare to advance too rashly.
He is not arrogant enough to challenge others.
How to kill the enemy at the minimum cost while protecting himself is what he considers.
Now that reinforcements are arriving one after another, he has no worries. He has too many tactics to choose from.
The seven or eight monks who were left behind by him were shouting and swarming towards him.
Yang Shuilan and Mulihua appeared nearby. They did not attack the last person who saw the situation was bad and wanted to escape from the remaining dragon louse swarm. The two teamed up to set up a formation.
The water pours from the huge Purple Snail Tower into the air, surging and surging, blue and faint, forming a wonder of a suspended lake three hundred feet nearby.
There are shadows of mountains around the hanging lake, reflecting on the water.
Water surrounds mountains and relies on each other.
Mulia Hua couldn't help itching her hands, and threw a beam of yellow light at the monk who was covered in dragon lice. There was an explosion, and the unlucky monk fell into a vortex of sticky air. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, he roared, and the aura on his body exploded sharply.
"The ghosts are yelling and screaming, and it's noisy to death."
Xiao Ni'er scolded, and countless dragon lice gnawed at him. They gave the unlucky monk time to self-destruct, biting through the protection and chewing into the flesh. The monk screamed and shrank instantly like a deflated rubber ball.
Zhang Wenfeng used two more swords to kill the second monk, and the eight monks were also killed.
The angry spell attacks were overwhelming, but they were resolved one by one by the two people in the formation using the formation of mountains, rivers and lakes.
The blue waves are trembling, and the water mist is steaming.
Zhang Wenfeng watched the battle from across the water. When he saw those people trying to bypass the hanging lake, he sneered in his heart, communicated a few words with the two people in the formation, and stabbed with his sword to kill the man who was screaming and being eaten by insects.
He can only kill with a nod, he has no hobby of killing.
Otherwise, if we don't solve it early, who knows if something weird will happen?
"Get back! Get back!"
One of the red-faced strong men shouted, but it was too late. The strange hanging lake that was still a few miles away suddenly flipped over and overturned. Countless mountain shadows hung upside down behind them, cutting off the way back. After a while, they rushed stay home.
"Don't panic, brothers, don't scatter. The Hanging Lake Formation can only take one blow..."
"Boom", the clear water poured down from the sky, and the huge force dispersed the three people who were at a loss what to do.
Xiao Ni'er took to the water like a fish in water, followed by two groups of dragon lice, holding a harpoon and taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
The red-faced brawny man punched the sky with his fists, and there was a loud noise. The water column flew into the sky dozens of feet high. Five figures formed a whole, fluctuating all kinds of brilliance, and collided with the clear water to fight with great strength. Led by the red-faced brawny man, he held the Rushing out against the current with violent momentum.
The red-faced burly man did not expect that the opponent, a mere four people, including the mountain god who was beaten almost to the point of collapse, would have the guts to take such risks and set them up, catching them off guard.
He felt a little regretful, as he should have beaten the mountain god and the woman trapped under the mountain to death in one go.
We should not have divided our forces to intercept the sword cultivators who were going around in circles, leading to the current situation that is difficult to end.
One careless move and you lose everything.
As soon as they broke out of the water curtain, the pressure was relieved, but they heard roaring all over the sky, and countless green light spots surrounded and shot at them from all directions.
The red-faced strong man was not afraid of such a powerful magic attack. His aura surged again and he shouted: "Change the formation, follow me and charge..."
A brilliant sword light poured down from above the dense green tattoos, interrupting the roar of the red-faced man.
The five people's eyelids were so frightened that the five people's eyelids twitched wildly. The four people below subconsciously moved to the side to avoid it, and the five-person formation suddenly fell apart.
Wave after wave of green thorns submerged the four of them and were swept into the turbulent torrent below.
The red-faced man was locked in his mind and had no way to hide. He could only face the sword attack beyond the fourth level alone. He raised his fists and two vague beast shadows, one tiger and one bear, roared and rushed towards the unparalleled sword.
Zhang Wenfeng had heard of beast spirits, a secret technique unique to blood witches in Nanyuan Continent, but it was rare to have two beast spirits.
Seven or eight people flew in from the east. Yue Anyan, Wei Jingjie and others rushed in, rushed into the raging flood, and attacked the trapped people. Zhang Wenfeng used two magical powers at the same time, which was a bit laborious. Upon seeing this, he dispersed the green tattoos and concentrated on controlling the use of shadows. The magical sword power exerted by the wooden sword.
The two vague beast shadows twisted and bitten, quickly fading away in the waterfall of sword light.
The red-faced man chanted a spell quickly, and blood mist gushed out from his body. A blurry bloody spell appeared on his forehead, and his whole person was filled with a strange and mysterious aura.
Zhang Wenfeng pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword with his left hand and stabbed Baizhang ahead.
"Poof", the sword light unexpectedly pierced the chest of the red-faced man, and blood surged wildly, turning into a thick blood mist and rushing to the red-faced man's forehead. The blood-colored spell was quickly clear, and the red-faced man's eyes turned blood red, and he directed the sword towards the man with both hands. The Taoist priest showed a crazy and provocative look.
"He is praying for the gods in a blood sacrifice. Use telekinesis to interrupt him!"
"Don't kill him!"
Yang Shuilan and Mulihua, who controlled the landscape formation below to trap several enemy cultivators, realized something was wrong and screamed at the same time.
Zhang Wenfeng tried his best to twist his wrist, enduring the tearing pain, causing the sword magical power that had consumed the two beast spirits to tilt to one side. With a "bang", the flood surged below and hit the ground hundreds of feet, breaking down a short mountain.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't care whether the sword he had just forcibly twisted had hurt one of his own. He jumped forward and recited the nine-character mantra.
The canopy of merit and virtue around him instantly appeared and expanded outward. As he circled the red-faced man about three feet away, the blood mist melted like ice and snow. The bloody mantra on the man's forehead was still a little solid, and it twisted and made a "sizzling" sound. The sound seemed unwilling to disappear, but it could not resist the expulsion of merit, and slowly faded into the air.
Large chunks of flesh and skin fell off the red-faced man's face and body, and within a few moments, he turned into a lifeless jade skeleton with golden spots.
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(The whole family has been sick for a long time. The old man was sent to the hospital the day before yesterday. The child had a fever this afternoon. Lao Yan has no intention to write at all. Today’s chapter is a bit messy and many ideas and details cannot be perfected.
I can only update it randomly in the future, alas, life is a mess)
(End of chapter)
