Although these strange monkeys looked like living creatures, in fact, when they were ejected towards the roof, their soles stepped on the ground, and the layer of water on the ground did not splash at all.
It's obviously the kind of ghost that doesn't have a physical body.
Guan Luoyang leaned forward and snatched the ancient knife from Zhao Qianniu's body first.
Wa Qing had been watching his movements closely, and as soon as his shoulder moved, he had already shot out the iron stick in his hand.
But he didn't expect that Guan Luoyang's striding and grabbing movements could be so fast. His body moved almost as fast as the iron stick that was shot out.
The three iron sticks that were aimed at their original positions were shot into the air, and the remaining five were swept away by him with a single blow of his sword.
The strange monkey passed by the sharp iron stick that was refracted, and its body surface was not injured at all, but then a long knife with a dark green pattern came and cut open the blue-gray body, and immediately triggered a sharp eardrum tearing sound. Call.
The strange monkey that was chopped by this knife exploded into a ball of rolling blue smoke on the spot.
The other strange monkeys didn't know any fear, and they still pounced and bit them one after another. The entire wide roof of the lobby seemed to be occupied by the figures of these strange monkeys.
But the speed with which Guan Luoyang swung his sword was beyond the comparison of these strange monkeys. He slashed left and right, turned around and slashed. The wind and shadow of the sword almost made his whole body look blurry. All the strange monkeys who came close to him were all blocked by it. The sword cuts it off.
Some were directly chopped from the head to the torso and exploded into smoke on the spot. If some were just cut off or beaten out, they would recover from their injuries during the surge of smoke and jump back again.
In the forests of the Nanyang River Valley, there are more monkeys than people in some places. This strange technique mastered by the monkey official Tang Zhi uses monkey ghosts to harm people, although each monkey ghost is not stronger than a real monkey. There are too many, but the victory lies in the amazing number.
After Guan Luoyang was surrounded, for a short period of time, he had the illusion that no matter how many strange monkeys were killed around him, the blue-gray monkey shadows jumped in the darkness, surging incessantly.
Master Luo tightened his grip on the short four-edged staff and stared at Guan Luoyang, but after his slack-faced face trembled, he still chose to kill their real target today first.
call! ! !
He tilted his body and glided out towards the backyard like a huge gray bat.
While Qiu Di was waving his magic sword to deal with the monkey ghost, he raised his eyes and saw this scene. With a flick of his sleeve, a small triangular flag shot out.
The flag and flagpole of this order are made of fine steel, seven inches in length, the thickness of chopsticks, and covered with cinnabar lines.
The flag is small and small, with the character "ding" written on one side yellow and the character "ying" written on the other side green.
The magic weapon of the Zhenwu Temple, the shadow-shaped flag!
The command flag hit Master Luo's shadow and nailed it into the ground.
Master Luo was in the air when he felt a restraining force squeezing over him. He hit his dantian with the index and middle fingers of his left hand and shouted softly: "Escape!"
The figure like a huge bat in the sky split into two.
The large robe seemed to be frozen, suspended in mid-air.
Master Luo himself was already holding a short staff, flying down and reaching the edge of the autumn stone illuminated by the lamp.
Qiu Shi's eyes shrank and he waved the lantern in his left hand.
In the blur of light and shadow, two identical figures came out of Qiu Shi's body, one to the left and one to the right, both holding lanterns and carrying swords.
The three Taoist priests drew their swords at the same time.
Wudang's famous "Seven Star Magic Lantern Curse" swordsmanship is a unique skill that combines magic and martial arts.
At that time, Guo Xingye regained the south of the Yangtze River and the main line of Wudang in the north. He wanted to move south to Wudang in Quanzhou. He was pursued by two thousand elite soldiers. The seventy-two swordsmen of Wudang used the Seven-Star Magic Lantern curse to separate hundreds of figures. They fought and fled, which delayed them for a long time. After half an hour, they retreated calmly.
The enemy's army suffered more than two hundred losses, and all men and horses were killed.
Although Qiu Shi had only practiced this spell to the third level, it was enough to demonstrate his ability to break through armor and be invincible.
Facing this sword, Master Luo only shook his short staff, and the four-sided wooden staff unexpectedly unfolded into a huge folding fan with a "swish" sound.
This fan has a rib length of more than three feet. It is not an elegant object used by literati at all. It is a large ornament that Jiangnan people unfolded and placed in the lobby year after year for guests to appreciate the calligraphy and pictures on the fan.
But when Master Luo used this kind of ornamental object in his hands, he pressed his wrists, and with a brutal and brutal force, it was as if a boulder was smashing down on his head, and he forcefully suppressed the three sword rays with his fan.
Boom! ! !
The long sword in Qiu Shi's hand was crushed, and the two phantom bodies disappeared at the same time. However, his two junior brothers were beside him and they could not give in. He had to use the broken sword and the lantern to parry forward.
Master Luo turned his wrist, and the huge folding fan turned sideways, allowing the broken sword and lantern to swing aside. The edge of the fan stood up like a sharp ax and was pushed forward quickly.
Qiu Shi couldn't avoid it, and was about to be disemboweled by the fan. Suddenly, two more swords stabbed him from the side.
A sword penetrated the gap between the fan bones and jammed the fan. The sword holder was the one-armed Qiu Hua.
The other sword goes straight to Master Luo's vitals, which is the only way Qiu Di can attack the enemy.
Master Luo only used one hand to clamp the tip of Qiu Di's sword. With a few movements of his fingers, he cut the sword into several pieces and shot it back.
Qiu Di hurriedly retreated to dodge, but was still hit by a broken sword on his left shoulder.
The huge folding fan flipped with just the strength of his right hand, and Qiuhua's sword was snatched away.
But Qiu Shi had already got the opportunity, grabbed the belts of his two junior brothers, jumped forward, and dodged the large fan that swept across the sky.
Master Luo missed, his fan folded into a staff, he slid down to pursue Qiu Shi, and struck at Qiu Shi's back.
Halfway through the folding fan, Master Luo suddenly shook his wrist and quickly pulled it back, blocking it by his ear.
Snapped! ! ! !
A bronze mirror hit the folding fan he had closed. The iron-wood frame of the fan was cracked by the mirror. The edge of the bronze mirror was completely deformed and fell to the ground.
Master Luo's hand holding the fan was slightly numb. He turned his head and looked towards the roof, only to see a figure on the roof being smashed over, and a large handful of turbid water splashing out in the backyard.
That was Wa Qing. His left hand was empty, and his right hand was deformed and attached to his abdomen. The few iron sticks sandwiched between the fingers of his right hand were shot backwards into his stomach by the whip palm just now.
A small piece of the roof collapsed, and Tang Zhi fell into the hole. All the blue smoke surged toward the hole.
When the smoke cleared, there was no one on the roof! !
Master Luo's gaze lowered as if frightened, and he happened to catch a glimpse of a white and bluish sword light coming out of the back window of the lobby.
The folding fan pulled out the sword, and the figure who smashed the window came into view.
Guan Luoyang held down the folding fan with one hand and hit his chest with his right elbow. The water burst out and the ground sunken. The force was transmitted from the soles of his feet to his upper body. With this flick of his elbow, he could break a rockery as tall as a man into pieces.
Master Luo was hit in the elbow, and he flew out and hit the back wall, but the sound was wrong. If he looked carefully, he saw that it was a scarecrow.
In front of Qiu Shi, the smoke flickered, and the old man appeared. A dry and thin palm was pointed at his throat.
Qiu Mu, whose intestines had been broken, was held in Qiu Shi's hand. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and sprayed a mouthful of black blood on Master Luo's face.
Master Luo's hand followed the inertia and struck Qiu Shi's neck, knocking him out. However, due to the dizziness that suddenly penetrated his mind, he lost nine points of his strength.
Qiu Mu's disembowelled wound was caused by Master Luo's folding fan, which was highly poisonous.
The poisonous blood sprayed on Master Luo's face and penetrated directly into his eyeballs. The eyeballs were filled with blood and slightly protruded outwards. The eye sockets were swollen and swollen, which was extremely scary.
He wailed, guessing the direction in which Qiu Shi fell, and reached into his arms, as if he wanted to throw something in Qiu Shi's direction.
Guan Luoyang, who was like a prancing horse, chased after him with a punch. He used a soft force, and his fist was like a cloth hammer, hitting Master Luo on the head.
Master Luo's thin body swayed and fell into the sewage.
The eyes that were splashed with poisonous blood were still open after falling into the water.
Wow——
Guan Luoyang pulled him out of the water with one hand, took a breath, and shook his head at the other people.
The old man seemed to be the leader, and Guan Luoyang was determined to keep him alive, but the poisonous blood seemed to be too poisonous, and it went directly from the eyes to the brain, poisoning him to death.
"Qiudi, why are you and this dear friend here? Where are master and uncle?"
"them……"
"I'm afraid they're going to be in trouble too."
………………
Dozens of miles away, on the path at the foot of the mountain, several sedan chairs and a dozen corpses in soldiers' uniforms were scattered around.
But more people stood up from among the grass, forming a heavy surround. There were bald old men with hooked noses, naked men with iron hooks on their hands, and people sitting on bamboo sedans. Zombies were carrying the sedans, and there was a demon dressed in purple. robe, playing with a flute made of a woman's shin bone.
More people had dark faces, uniform black cloaks covering their bodies, and said nothing.
The copper-coin magic sword in Taoist Priest Jiuying's hand was stained by poisonous blood. The red rope broke and the copper coins were scattered. He glanced at all kinds of people calmly and powerfully.
"The token of the Commander-in-Chief is real, but the person who came to invite me is fake."
"The commander-in-chief made the old lady at home suffer from phlegm syndrome. He just wanted to follow the old tradition and go to the Zhenwu Temple to ask for a bottle of moon dew pills. He didn't even invite you to go there in person. However, his men were killed by us not long after they left. identity."
A middle-aged man in leather armor who looked like a school officer wiped his face and peeled off a piece of human skin, revealing an indistinguishable male and female face with red lips and pink cheeks.
The man smiled and said, "Among your Zhenwu temples, Jiuhe's dead cow's nose has the deepest magic. The Seven-Star Magic Lantern Curse has been practiced to the highest level. It is well known that one person has seven transformations. But this time we are here to kill your lineup, but It’s very different from Jiuhe’s.”
"Taoist Priest Jiuying, please go on your way with honor."
The enchanting young man clapped his hands, and several warlocks around him laughed or roared, and rushed out together.
Taoist Priest Jiuying touched a blue cloth package he was carrying on his back.
The demon Taoist in purple robe, whose hair covered half of his face, played the bone flute, causing the shadows of the people around him to tremble one after another. Finally, this wave of fluctuations was all added to Taoist Priest Jiuying.
The shadow under his feet was stretched and kneaded like dough. The copper coins and magical instruments that had been scattered on the ground were swept by the shadow and either cracked or bounced up.
This is an evil tune that disrupts the spirit. Righteous magic weapons pay the most attention to order. Disturbed by such evil tunes, no matter what magic weapon is behind Taoist Master Jiuying, it will have to be suppressed by at least 50% of its effectiveness.
The sound of cracking silk resounded all around.
The first few warlocks who rushed out turned into headless pillars of blood, each spraying two or three feet high.
The rag fell to the ground, Taoist Master Jiuying put his hands together, and an iron rod as thick as a child's arm was inserted into the handle of the knife. The mechanism was activated and the lock was stuck.
"When it comes to magic, Junior Brother Jiuhe is indeed superior to me, but you haven't found out that Pindao is a swordsman in Wudang?"
Before he finished speaking, Taoist priest Xuanmei with a sword had already entered the crowd. The Spring and Autumn sword weighing sixty-four kilograms, in his hand, was like a feather blown across the grass by the strong wind.
But whether it is a steel-reinforced body, a zombie that has been sacrificed for more than ten years, or a sorcerer who relies on his own magic to make his skin and flesh look like cotton and his spine like a snake, when he encounters the shadow of the knife that looks like flying feathers, all he can see is a blur of flesh and blood, torn apart. end.
The enchanting young man who was missing one leg fell heavily to the ground, and blew the whistle hidden under his tongue with a pale face.
Taoist Priest Jiuying stopped inexplicably while walking in the rain of blood, and looked back.
The figures in black cloaks swelled and stretched one by one, and the loosest clothes could not restrain such figures.
When the group of people stopped changing, Taoist Master Jiuying's height could only reach the height of their abdominal muscles.
Roar! ! ! ! !
A vague roar rolled across the grass and into the forest.
Strong and huge black shadows rose from all directions and pounced on the Taoist who was holding the knife.
Taoist Priest Jiuying raised his head, his Taoist robe was stained with blood, a long stream of energy entered his abdomen, and he brandished his knife.
