The sun and moon are in the palm of the hand, the universe is in the sleeve, and the Yin and Yang Bagua are clear about life and death.
So what if they are gods? Mortals can also compete with gods. Taking advantage of the time Gong Yangyi bought for himself, Yuan Yu calmly and quickly took advantage of the situation. He mobilized the energy of mountains, rivers and lakes with the help of ancient wells and old tree arches and other significant spiritual objects, and controlled Feng Shui with the compass in his palm. Bureau, continuously building momentum.
Looking down at the outside of the town.
It's as if a huge golden compass is adjusting in an orderly manner, causing changes in the surroundings.
The wind blows the lake waves, the waves hit the shore, and the weeping willows sway.
The blacksmith in the town was hammering farm tools. Suddenly, the flames of the stove exploded, and the ancient well was filled with water vapor. The leaves of the thousand-year-old tree turned green, the rusty and broken sword actually exuded a cold and sharp look, and the blurred handwriting on the mottled stone arch became increasingly clear. clear.
I don’t know when the sun was obscured by dark clouds, and the black clouds were as thick as ink...
"Ram! Give me some time!"
Yuan Yu was calm and calm, not even raising his head.
The leader of the monks did not move. He only had one chance to make a comeback. If he failed, he would be caught like a dog. There was no room for mistakes.
If you had studied the secrets of Feng Shui seriously when you were young, why would you work so hard today?
The pressure on Gong Yangdong increased dramatically.
"I want time to talk to those arrogant guys!"
After destroying one opponent, three are left.
The two young monks were stunned, while the other monk raised his thorn towards Gong Yangdao.
According to common sense, a crossbow can only hold one arrow, and the replacement speed is slow. Anyone with a little experience in martial arts knows to take the opportunity to get close and destroy the opponent. No matter how mysterious and powerful the crossbow arrow is, it still needs a chance to be effective.
Who knew that the crossbow of the carpenter genius Gong Yangyang could fire two shots in a row...
Pulling the trigger again, the young monk who rushed over stumbled and fell, with a crossbow arrow stuck in his leg.
Gong Yangji reached out to grab it and threw out some small and exquisite mechanisms. After leaving his hand, he flicked his wings as thin as cicada wings and turned into a group of sophisticated bamboo dragonflies. The bamboo dragonflies flew towards the two young monks who were obviously inexperienced, as sharp as knives. The wings cut through clothing and scratched the skin.
The two of them screamed in pain.
He grabbed the mechanism crossbow with one hand and pulled it gently. The mechanism clicked and the crossbow was loaded again!
The leading monk felt hot blood rushing to his forehead.
"Trash! Disgraceful!"
With a violent shock, the magic weapon sword on his back came out of its sheath with a clanging sound.
Even if he takes action in person, he still remains cautious and refuses to move forward into the Feng Shui Bureau's range. He chooses to use his flying sword to attack from a distance, which is conservative but safe.
"Death to the ant!"
Make a sword gesture with your hand, and point your index finger and middle finger together to Gong Yang'an.
Even the most common sword-control skills in the spiritual world were not something that Gong Yangyan could compete with. The moment he was locked by the flying sword, he felt an irresistible feeling of powerlessness, which was far beyond his own ability.
"Brother Yuan..."
"Give me a little more time!"
Yuan Yu calmly focused on mobilizing Feng Shui.
"Hurry! Otherwise, Lao Huang will have to burn paper for us during the next Qingming Festival!"
He had to fight hard, gritted his teeth, grabbed the wooden box with the mysterious mechanism placed aside, and used the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box.
The sound of dense machine gears was heard, and he turned around quickly.
At this moment, the flying sword flew with a sharp whistling sound, hitting Gongyang's chest right in the chest. The leading monk was very sure that the mortal ants could not avoid the flying sword and would definitely die. The difference in strength was definitely not something that could be solved by just a few tricks. To be fair, this is the self-confidence of a monk.
Before Mirai could put on a sneer, the pierced figure lay down on the ground, revealing the kid behind him.
"This...puppet substitute?"
The monks did not expect that besides the Feng Shui master, there was also a rare craftsman.
Gongyang was really frightened. He gritted his teeth again and reached out to grab the wooden box behind him.
Lean forward with your arms spread wide and your body in a throwing position.
He touched the switch with his finger and threw the two delicate objects to both sides. The thrown objects stretched their wings, head and tail feathers, and turned into two mechanical wooden eagles. Two sharp blades popped out from their abdomens, and the eagle eyes darkened. Red, spread its wings and flap quickly to fly and shuttle!
The mechanical wooden eagle flew through the grass and picked up the dandelions, turning around and outflanking them with incredible agility!
Taking advantage of the surprise of several monks, Gong Yangguo grabbed a handful of dust from Yuan Yubu's pocket and sprinkled it on the flying sword that was stuck by the puppet. The flying sword, which was originally a magical weapon, was eclipsed.
He picked up the machine crossbow and smiled bitterly.
"Brother Yuan, what happens next is up to you."
The carpenter is exhausted.
The monk leading the opposite party could not remember how many times he was furious.
Ever since I came to this small town, I've been hit hard one after another.
The younger disciple of the sect was beaten into a dog by two mortals, and he attacked in anger and only destroyed a puppet. Now even the flying sword has been spiritually broken by mysterious means, and his high-ranking face has disappeared.
If you don't kill these two people today, you will become your own inner demon in the future.
Two mechanical wooden eagles swooped down, but they collided with the spell and exploded into pieces all over the sky, spreading a pungent stench.
"Asshole! I'm going to drive you two to pieces!"
With a wave of his hand, he summoned the swords of the two disciples beside him, and used the two flying swords to kill Gongyang Xie.
When everyone thought that the carpenter was certain to die, Yuan He, who had been lowering his head, raised his head. The golden compass, invisible to the naked eye, froze and covered the wide area. Some kind of vague murderous intention enveloped the monks. The horses panicked and the monks felt as if they were in an ice cave.
The stone archway I saw became tall and majestic, and the old trees implied oppression!
"evildoer!"
The leading monk felt a kind of fear in his heart.
The two flying swords that were about to kill Gong Yangxi turned towards Yuan Yu.
Yuan Yu gritted his teeth and uttered one word.
"shock!"
It felt like the whole world shook and then didn't move, and the sky became darker...
Everything he saw in front of his eyes was a double image, the world was spinning, his whole body was weak and he couldn't raise his strength.
There was no visible spell attack, but suddenly the three souls, seven souls, and flesh and blood bodies were injured, with splitting headaches. The low-level monks fainted immediately, and only the leading monk could still stay awake.
Gong Yangxi covered his ears and fell to the ground. He saw Yuan Xu shouting something to him, but he couldn't hear any sound. He vaguely seemed to see blood oozing from Yuan Xu's nostrils, his face, neck and hands were red, and there were many red blood spots on the surface of his skin.
Inducing feng shui hurts others and hurts himself, and he is not easy either.
Although he couldn't understand what he was shouting, he could guess it. Gongyang groped around with his hands and found the mechanical crossbow that he had just dropped. He tried hard to lift it and slowly turned it towards the monk...
Before the machine crossbow could turn around, he saw his opponent standing up.
He looked miserable, with blood dripping from his eyes and ears, and his eyes were red like a wounded beast.
You couldn't hear what he was shouting, but he was probably cursing.
It was too late to use the mechanical crossbow. Unexpectedly, it failed in the end. It was meaningless to regret that he was not good at studying. The mad monk took out two talismans with a ferocious look on his face. Judging from the appearance, they should be fire talismans. Maybe they were burned in the end. Black charcoal, if you are lucky, you can still leave a human form.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and almost bulged out, and he jumped more than four feet high.
It was as if a weasel had bitten his vitals...
The yellow grass suddenly jumped out under the cover of the stinky smell and successfully attacked him with one blow. Then he crawled around on it, biting and scratching it, avoiding his hands flexibly, and occasionally landed on the ground and jumped around in circles to throw the ball. It was really smelly to be hit in the face. It's pungent to the nose and eyes, and the weasel spirit can't be caught at all with its roar.
Finally, he went around and took another bite on the vital part, found an opportunity to turn around, and sprayed poisonous gas on the face that was distorted by pain. With extremely skillful operations, he succeeded in knocking the target down and fainting with the poisonous bites.
"Hahaha! I knew Lao Huang would definitely come back! Good brother!"
The miserable Gong Yangxi and Yuan Yu were lying on the ground laughing and cheering.
Huang Cao stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"If I don't come back, you both will have to bury yourself here. I saved your lives. Please call me brother."
"Brother Huang abandoned his brothers and ran away alone. For the sake of his repentance, let it go. You have to treat me to a brothel~!"
Gong Yangxi grinned and joked, while Yuan Hui lay aside and giggled, watching the fun.
"Bah! I'm a weasel, and you're just a white-eyed wolf."
Looking up at the sky, I feel like it's going to rain.
As the saying goes, extreme happiness leads to sadness.
My nose suddenly smelled the scent of some kind of beast.
Huang Cao turned around stiffly and his shoulders slumped.
I saw two strong figures in the air, with auras more terrifying than the Mountain Forest Demon King.
"Brother Yuan, Brother Gongyang, the three of us can die on the same day of the same year..."
