"Get down a little lower and have three or four people smash the talisman. Don't let him escape."
The old man in black shirt controlled the flying sword to nimbly fly towards the rock ravine, and then landed below, giving instructions from his mouth.
"Smash him there"
"beat"
Dozens of explosion symbols, flame symbols, and boulder symbols were thrown at the leaping figure like crazy. They chased and blocked the figure. A series of roaring explosions followed the man in black robes who was escaping in embarrassment, and smashed huge rocks on the stone walls on both sides of the ravine. movement.
The fire soared into the sky, lighting up a large area of the night sky.
The stone powder was boiling, and many monks were enthusiastic.
They like beating up drowned dogs the most. No matter what kind of powerful character he is, can he still withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of so many monks who are hanging around in the ancient battlefield?
At this moment, a slender shadow suddenly appeared behind a brown-robed monk who was concentrating on attacking.
As fast as lightning, before the brown-robed monk could react in shock, he slapped the monk hard on the back.
The black thorn tree demon succeeded in sneak attack. It learned the lesson from the fight with Chang Siguo and did not choose the fire attribute monk to attack. It had to choose the one without fire. It instinctively hated the flames and quickly entangled the monk and dragged him to the ravine.
The thorns were like sharp teeth, biting hard on the protective shield that the monk was desperately holding on to.
The monk, who sensed something was wrong and could no longer avoid it, was slammed into the rock wall, dragged backwards and bumped all the way.
This sneak attack was deliberate and went all out.
The brown-robed monk shouted in panic, "Save me!"
His flying sword was furiously chasing the man in black robe, but he didn't even have time to return to defense.
At this time, his whole body was wrapped twice horizontally by thorny thorns, and his arms were not free. What could he do to resist the dragging of the dryad?
There are a few monks who are like Chang Siguo, whose cultivation of body is stronger than that of Qi.
As soon as he summoned the flying sword to turn around, he was dragged headlong into the rock by the huge force. He was protected by a magic shield and was not injured. However, he was stunned by a series of collisions and the world was spinning. How could he control the flying sword accurately?
"Beware of dryads"
"Brother Gu, hold on, I'll save you."
"A mere third-level tree demon dares to act recklessly. Brother, please don't panic, I'm coming."
The other three monks in brown shirts didn't bother to besiege Chang Siguo. They were deeply in love with each other. They were furious and flew over the ravine where the thorns were retracted. They did not dare to smash the rat weapon with the talisman, so they could only control the magic weapon to activate it. attack.
But they were shocked to find that their companions were tied up with only a thorn stick. They climbed up and down the rock wall very fast, but could not find the tree demon body at all.
Their vision was diverted.
Interrupted by such a sneak attack by the tree demon, the momentum of the attack on Chang Siguo suddenly slowed down.
Everyone is in danger, leaving some attention on their own protection.
Chang Siguo's body was covered with colorful shields, and radiance flowed all over his body. No matter how fast he hid, he was attacked countless times by such a dense variety of talismans, and the three stacked shields almost failed to withstand it.
At this moment, he got the opportunity, and he used the dust-removing step to escape from the ravine, leaving behind several afterimages. He brandished the Four Desolate Swords and pounced on the tall monk who was like a bamboo pole who was closest to him six feet away, with an indomitable momentum. , slashed hard with the knife.
There is no better fight between trapped beasts than this.
The old man in black shirt's face was as dark as water. He realized that the sneak attack of the tree demon was probably not that simple.
But he couldn't control the actions of that group of people. It was only natural for him to save his brother.
He put away the attacking dagger and clasped his hands together, a green whirlwind vaguely formed in his palms. Since someone had restrained the black-robed man's attack and bought him time, he took a few breaths and used the weapon at the bottom of the box. Use the magic trick to give that arrogant guy a hard blow.
Even if you don't kill the man, you still have to take off a layer of his skin.
Previously, the man in black robe was jumping up and down within a dozen feet of the ravine, jumping left and right repeatedly.
Even the old man in black shirt who is accustomed to seeing life and death was amazed by his dexterity in escaping. The future life is terrifying.
When the tall monk saw the target they were besieging, the first thing he thought of was to bring trouble on him. He cursed those three evil bastards in brown shirts in his heart. They had no regard for the overall situation. They deserved it.
He had no way to retreat at this moment, the opponent was coming too fast.
He knew that these temporary partners would not go out of their way to save him, so he could only save himself.
The running spirit force raised the sword to block with all his strength, and the brilliance on his body shone brightly, strengthening the protection to the maximum.
He does not seek merit, but seeks no faults.
After blocking the sword, the big man in black robe fell into the attack of others again.
His troubles are gone.
"Block", a head-on blow, the sword's light and sword energy overflowing.
Chang Siguo just made a feint. He turned quickly with the help of his strength and stabbed diagonally towards the old man in black shirt who was preparing to use his ultimate move. His celestial eye was always paying attention to the dynamics of the battlefield, including those led away by the black thorn tree demon. Three people over there, in order to seize the opportunity to kill with one blow.
The old man's spell can vaguely affect the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, which shows that this move is not trivial.
His original target was the old man who was a little further away. The strongest among these people, he knew that the more powerful the spell, the more difficult it was to control it and it was very time-consuming.
He attacked east and west and suddenly changed his target, causing the other two's consecutive attacks to fall into the air.
"Yi Lao be careful"
The tall monk reminded him in a happy mood.
A nearby monk rushed over quickly, preparing to stop Chang Siguo and buy time for the old man in black to cast the spell.
As long as it takes a while, a little delay.
Boss Yi's "Whirlwind Dance" spell will definitely make that kid unable to eat and walk around.
Chang Siguo's hurried body suddenly stopped. In the air three feet away in front of him, a faint blue bead the size of a copper coin suddenly fell. It exploded with a "pop", and a dark blue cold mist rolled in the air.
It spread to the feet in an instant, but its power was greatly reduced.
Chang Siguo held the sword with both hands, and with a slight sneer on his lips, the old man in black shirt almost turned into a whirlwind spell in the palms of his hands, and struck him from the air.
A line of condensed sword light was extremely dazzling, splitting the cold fog that blocked the sight, creating a knife-like gap, and shot toward the opposite side. It was ten feet away in the blink of an eye, and the sword light collapsed in the middle and turned into an afterimage.
The old man in black shirt was shocked and had no time to dodge when he realized something was wrong.
He knew so well that he immediately dispersed the spell that was about to be completed. With his profound cultivation, he suppressed the spiritual energy caused by the backlash of the spell and jumped away, shouting "Get up!"
A piece of brown turtle shell flew out from the cuff, the size of a small bowl, suddenly rotated and grew to more than three feet, obliquely blocking the old man's head, chest and abdomen.
The natural turtle pattern on the shell turns into yellow and black floating ancient runes as it rotates.
It hovered like a shadow on a crown, covering the whole body of the old man in black clothes.
The sword energy, as thin as silk thread, was like a heavy knife, and it hit the hastily unfolded protective turtle shell instrument.
There was a loud bang, and the shadow of the runes scattered about ten feet away, and then quickly gathered together.
The old man in black clothes noticed something was wrong, and tried his best to twist to the side, and a light and shadow flashed in front of his eyes.
"Tsk," the strongest protective spells on his body failed to have much effect. His right shoulder hurt, and one arm was cut off from his body and clothes along with the flesh between his ribs.
The cuts are smooth and neat.
The old man in black shirt subconsciously glanced at the turtle shell magic weapon that was knocked down at his feet. The dark yellow light shone brightly on it, and it rotated even more. There was a white mark on the shell surface, but it was not damaged. Then he glanced at the neat wound on his shoulder. Only then did blood spurt out.
Groaning in pain, the old man in black clothes turned pale instantly, and the sense of danger that vaguely locked onto him disappeared.
He endured the pain and covered the wound, swaying and retreating into the distance. His opponent was more powerful than he expected.
With just one move, he was severely injured and he had almost no power to fight back.
No wonder the man in black robe was able to kill the fifth-level demon rat by himself.
Knowing that he was stuck in a bottleneck for more than a month, wasting his lifespan and making no progress, he spent a lot of time cultivating and cultivating the earthen turtle shell magic weapon he accidentally obtained. After tempering it, he was able to communicate with his mind, almost as good as a fifth-level monk. Common magic weapons used.
He can even compete with ordinary Lingfu realm monks and fifth-level demon cultivators with this magical weapon without falling behind.
However, his opponent used such strange means to break the magic weapon and injure him.
What was even more powerful about his opponent was his scheming, making every move, attacking in the east and west, catching him off guard.
He has now concluded that the tree demon that suddenly appeared has something to do with this person.
The other three people are even less likely to be a single enemy of that man. He must take advantage of this opportunity and escape quickly.
If he doesn't leave and let the man free his hands, he will die without a burial place.
The old man shouted, "He only has this one powerful move, and he can't do it a second time. Brothers hold him until I stop the bleeding and take medicine, and then I'll deal with him."
The words were left in the air, and the person had already retreated away. ,,
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