Flying a few feet away, Chang Siguo's clairvoyance technique detected the giant man named Lao Xiong. He was intercepting Huang Tian, who was wearing a dark gray robe, and was fighting at close range. Huang Tian was entangled and unable to escape, and was surrounded by dangers.
Without hesitation, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it at the giant man.
The moment the arrow came out of the string, it suddenly shot towards Huang Tian, who was turning sideways with his back turned.
A cloud of mist suddenly appeared, deflecting the flying arrows.
Grab it. Grab it. The wind blew and the fog surged, and the two people in front disappeared without a trace.
Chang Siguo took the arrow in his hand and stepped back carefully. There was a space for the beads. It was very convenient to get the arrow just by thinking about it. He shouted, "Brother Huang, that woman pretended to be you and deceived me."
He almost didn't recognize it in his haste just now.
The mist interfered with it, making it hazy. He could only see a vague resemblance to the back of the robe. He accidentally discovered the figure that looked like Huang Tian. Under the robe, a small section of blue embroidered shoes was exposed, revealing his feet. He remembered that Huang Tian was wearing A pair of black cloth shoes.
Before he finished speaking, he turned around suddenly and shot an arrow diagonally downward from behind.
"Bang", four feet away, a figure hurriedly swung a sword to block the fine copper arrow that was as fast as a meteor.
In this delay, Chang Siguo pounced quickly, staring at the man in Taoist robes.
Sure enough, it was a trick in the front to tempt him to take action, while he was lurking behind to prepare for a sneak attack.
A very old-fashioned trick of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole following behind.
There were three people in the snake and rat nest in the mist formation. They were all troubled by the black mantis who could counterattack and Huang Tian who violently bombarded the formation. Especially the woman who controlled the mist formation was suspected of being trapped in the formation. The two of them had discussed how to deal with her fog entangling formation.
too difficult to cope with
The woman named Shadow Snake finally used the mist to interfere with the arrow that was shooting at her back.
She was somewhat helpless when it came to rescuing the dead rat that was being attacked, especially since the formation was being attacked by Huang Tian with a powerful magic weapon and might collapse at any time. She had to stabilize the formation.
嘘戅Yunxuan Pavilion 嘘戅. "Old Xiong, nine feet down to the left, hurry up and rescue the dead rat."
The woman sent a message instructing Lao Xiong to go for reinforcements, but she quietly ascended upwards.
Chang Siguo put away his bow and arrows, took out his long knife, and rushed forward. He saw a middle-aged man with a bright red face on his right chest who had been injured. He threw the dagger that had shot down the arrow at him. The sword glowed with cold light and turned into a piece of mist in the mist. The huge sword shadow stabbed at the vital points of Chang Siguo's neck, chest and abdomen.
"Swordmanship"
Chang Siguo stopped in a hurry and waved the knife in front of him, dancing tightly.
After a few bangs, he immediately realized that the intimidating sword shadow had its own shape, and was actually crushed by him.
The flying dagger collided with his sword and retreated for more than ten feet, with a cold light wandering around.
He was a little confused about this kind of swordsmanship that he had never seen before. Is it a bluff, or is it just that little ability?
The classics and travel notes he had read, both at the foot of the mountain and on the mountain, all described the art of sword control as very powerful and could not be performed by non-masters.
After such a delay, the Taoist-robed man quickly retreated into the mist in the distance.
Countless yellow sand particles were flying on the sudden ground, and the fog surged violently. The man in Taoist robes fell into Huang Tian's ambush.
The flying sword that was confronting Chang Siguo trembled and suddenly turned around and flew towards that place.
Chang Siguo had a thought in his mind, and the aura from the ground aperture spurted out from the center of his foot. His feet were firmly planted on the ground. He took three steps with the flying technique, which increased his speed to the extreme in an instant, and he slashed away with one knife.
Kankan hit the hilt of the sword, causing the flying sword to roll downwards, interrupting the flying sword's castration.
He moved and turned in the air several times, and each time he hit the flying sword that wanted to return with his knife, preventing the dagger from returning to the hands of the Taoist-robed man.
From that mist came the angry roar of the Taoist-robed man, "Shadow Snake, do you want to die without saving me?"
"Haha, just go and die in peace. That woman sold you. You are not smart at all. You are still counting money for others stupidly. And old bear with a broken arm, don't leave."
In the mist, Huang Tian's arrogant laughter could be heard.
Chang Siguo felt that the mist around him was becoming thinner, and his celestial eye skills were also expanding outwards, allowing him to detect farther distances. He used the three steps of chasing dust to move within a few feet, and suppressed it with his knife. A dexterous flying sword.
Looking out more than twenty feet, he "saw" the fuzzy figure of the giant man escaping diagonally downwards.
When disaster strikes, everyone flies away. It is human nature, let alone a group of robbers.
In just a moment, the thick mist between the mountain peaks dissipated.
A ball of yellow mist with a radius of five feet was rolling in the air. The man in Taoist robes who was trapped in it was still rushing left and right, roaring and roaring. The woman who controlled the fog formation had long since disappeared.
As the scream suddenly stopped, Chang Siguo struck down the dagger that had suddenly stopped, and flew downwards, reaching out to pick up the dagger that fell out of control. He was very curious about this sword.
The yellow mist cleared, revealing Huang Tian's figure standing out of thin air.
The rat-bearded man had a fist-sized wound on his left chest. He rolled and fell down the valley. All the items on his body had been taken away by Huang Tian.
"Finally, we have to deal with one of them, otherwise we will suffer huge losses in this battle."
The hem of Huang Tian's dark gray robe was torn in two places, and his face turned a little pale. He saw the dagger Chang Siguo was playing with, and he smiled tentatively and said, "Brother Chang, can you exchange that dagger for me?" He slowly flew this way. Come.
Chang Siguo looked over and over in several ways, but he couldn't tell whether the dagger was good or bad. He just felt that the sword was a bit too thin, nearly half thinner than common swords, and the edge was like a piece of paper, very tough.
When he blocked the flying sword, he struck it so many times that he didn't even leave a single chip mark on the blade.
21434214373220113367133840132121117110120117971101031014611111410332214342143712290 "Oh, Brother Huang wants this sword"
Chang Siguo saw Huang Tian stopped three feet away and did not immediately agree. He asked, "Can you tell me what's so special about this sword? Chang just felt that the man didn't have the skills to control a sword."
Huang Tian glanced at Chang Siguo strangely.
The outgoing monk of the Baqi Sect didn't have any knowledge at all, but he still deliberately tested him and said with a smile.
"What the withered rat used was a trick, and the warrior's weapon control skills were mixed in, so it can't be regarded as real sword control. I just found a fragment of the sword control from him. If Brother Chang likes it, you can exchange it for for you."
Chang Siguo simply put the dagger into the cuff of his sleeve and put it into the Sumeru bag. In fact, he put it directly into the bead space. The robber revealed that both of them had Sumeru bags, so there was no need to hide it anymore. .
Huang Tian deliberately didn't say what was special about the sword, so he couldn't be fooled and treated as a fool, he said with a smile.
Grab it. Grab it. "My junior brothers are all swordsmen. I have to leave it to them. Brother Huang can't help it."
Since he knows that warriors can also control swords, he will gradually pay attention to it in the future and not rush to replace the swords he can no longer use. He is a businessman at heart, so he will see if it is worth his calculations.
Huang Tian smiled bitterly and shook his head. As expected, that guy was still testing him.
Walking on the rivers and lakes, the winds were high and the roads were dangerous, so he was wary, and it was impossible to be completely heart-to-heart.
It is not uncommon for sect monks to engage in banditry from time to time.
Even scarier than a real robber.
After falling into the valley and searching for a while, Chang Siguo accidentally found the two-inch black needle that the skinny old man used to plot against him. It was stuck on the rock, with only the tail of the needle exposed. A nearby patch of grass was covered with a thin layer of frost.
He pulled it out and observed it for a while, and found that it was stained with venom.
The hint of dark green on the tip of the needle looked like a touch of blue. He shook his head and smiled secretly. The flame in his hand flashed slightly, burning away the remaining poison on the needle.
The 嘘戅 pursues the Wen 阘戅. As his knowledge increased, he already knew that poison like a touch of green could run rampant under the mountain.
But in the world of cultivation, it can only be regarded as an inferior thing. It can be used against low-level monks. The magic power of the monks in the Endless Realm can easily repel or refine poisons, so it is not of great use.
I felt the black needle in the palm of my hand for a moment. It was extremely cold, yet light and weightless.
He had limited knowledge, so he casually put the black needle into his Xumi bag and discussed it later.
The two set off again, this time flying higher than the mountain peaks to avoid being ambushed again.
Flying at low altitudes saves worry and effort without having to face the changing high-altitude air currents. Therefore, most monks who are less than the fifth level of the Lingfu Realm choose to fly at low altitudes below thirty feet. If they want to save more effort, they can fly at ultra-low altitudes of ten feet. .
If you fly too low, you have to be prepared for ambushes and sneak attacks from below.
This is how we all walk along the path of spiritual practice.
2143421437323686125991235673582832593321221041171051191011104611111410332214342143712290 Set off on the road again, Chang Siguo focused on the formation and humbly asked Huang Tian for advice.
This move also scratched the itch of Huang Tian, who was quite proficient in formations, so he explained to Chang Siguo some common five-element formations in the spiritual world, as well as simple ways to defeat them. He was frothing at the mouth. High spirits.
The two of them walked away among the mountains and greenery.
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