Taoist chanting

Chapter 172 I'm Not Alone

Zhang Wenfeng saw Yun Qiuhe was ambushed and intercepted by two second-rank witch cultivators in the air hundreds of meters away. He was in a critical situation and couldn't escape the stalking of the two. He was anxious in his heart.

The sword style remained steady, and one sword after another attacked the masked warrior who was desperately resisting.

However, after the Wu Wu Zhe has a strong defense after blessing the secret, even if he is stabbed with scars, he still can't kill him with a single sword. The robe and skin were weak, and were bounced away by the strange force generated by the skin.

He suddenly shouted: "Ha!"

The donkey jumping back and forth ten feet away hit the ear of the Wuwu Zhe who was frantically wielding a dagger with a sonic explosion.

Different from the Thunderbolt technique, it takes a few breaths of time to buffer and gather momentum.

The masked martial artist's body was full of black light, and his eyes showed pain. His defensive secret method could not completely block the invisible sound attack, and his retreating body was stagnant. The sudden sound wave attack affected his movement balance.

A sword burst out from the gap of the knife light he was slashing and resisting, piercing his left eye, Yuan Qi pierced his brain, the Wuwu Zhe let out a terrifying scream, and fell backwards.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't continue to chase Bujian, and let the martial artist scream and roll in the snow.

He casually took out a handful of beans mixed with thorn-hook wire vine seeds, sprinkled them in the snow within ten feet of his body, and raised his sword arrogantly to make a provocative gesture of wiping his neck at the little witch Xiu who was watching from the east sky.

Stepping forward, Yi Jianxiao dropped the head of the dying Wu Wu Zhe, and kicked the head away with one kick.

"Bastard!"

The little Wuxiu was furious, and he would not be able to solve it if he let it go for a while. Yun Qiuhe, who was injured and was still desperately resisting with his treasures, flew aggressively from the air.

Compared with black witches and witch beasts, Wuwu practitioners are more difficult to train. Even if the task is completed this time, they will be scolded.

Under his nose, that Taoist boy used swordsmanship to torture and kill a martial artist known for close combat and defense, which made him very annoyed. He cursed that dead ghost in his heart. feces.

Fu Gujing beheaded the tall and thin Wuxiu who used the black wooden staff, and shouted: "Siege and kill that three-inch man!"

He understood that Brother Zhang angered a second-level witch cultivator so much that he was trying to save his junior sister a chance to breathe. At the same time, he sighed in his heart, the two monks on duty on Xihe Mountain really had nothing to do with them and just stood by and watched?
The short, masked witch who flew over could not hear the insulting words "three inches small".

His figure turned sharply in the air, his cold light broke through the wind and snow, and he attacked Fu Gujing with a single knife.

In his opinion, solving these three Taoist cultivations will not cost a lot of money.

On the contrary, the guy who uses the sword is very powerful, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time.

Fu Gujing chanted the mantra anxiously, sprinkled the yellow sand with her left hand, and swung the sword to create a yellow mist. The sword was dotted with light, hiding in it, and led Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He back quickly.

In an instant, there was the sound of "jingling, clanging and clanging", and dense rain fell.

Without any scruples, he tried his best to block the second-level witch cultivator for a while, and he could still do it.

He didn't want Brother Zhang to be in danger alone because of helping his junior sister, so he wanted to turn the battlefield to this side, combine the strength of the four of them, hold back this irritable witch cultivator, and send out two or three rings of fireworks in succession, can he Having an extra helper is a good thing.

The little witch was furious, and his few fast attacks were dispelled by the weird sticky yellow mist.

His figure swayed in the air, bypassing Fu Gujing who was standing in front of him who was in the perfect state of energy transformation, and with the light of a knife like a shadow, he fiercely slashed at Zhu He on the left from behind.

Fu Gujing hurriedly turned around and waved her sword to control Huang Chen to move quickly, and shouted: "Back!"

With a wave of his left hand, several talismans were smashed away, the yellow light exploded, and dozens of rock thorns shot towards the little witch.

Among them, there are also three "Earth Punishing Evil Thorns" whistling in the shape of pin characters.

His cultivation base is not as strong as that of the second-level witch cultivator, and he definitely has more talismans and various magic tools than the opponent. Even if the power is weaker, it will take more time depending on the quantity.

Zhu He and Chen Qingqiao blocked the knife with their swords together, staggered and took the opportunity to retreat.

They had self-knowledge and could only beat the side drums to protect Lao Fu's flanks. They could not fight head-on at critical moments. Fortunately, Lao Fu attacked in time, and Wu Xiu, who was flying in the air, had scruples, and a single attack was considered halfway.

Zhang Wenfeng sighed. Old Fu did bad things with good intentions, unlike his tacit understanding in the battle with the donkey. He didn't even have time to transmit the sound just now, which made his plan fail, so he could only play by ear.

Leaping forward a few steps, he swung his sword and rushed away. The sound transmission told the donkey not to follow.

The donkey is naked, even if it is protected by Entangling Thunder, it can't resist a few attacks from the second-level witch cultivator, and the donkey's attack power is not enough to deal with the second-level witch cultivator, so don't get involved.

Donkey's speed advantage is not enough to face Wu Xiu who can fly in the air.

The young badger woke up and dozed off, squatting on the donkey's back baring his teeth, staring at Wu Xiu in the air eager to try.

The donkey hurried away with the godson on its back.

The short Wuxiu's figure was erratic, and he swung his knife to smash the phantom rock thorns transformed into talismans. With a wave of his left hand, he swept away three earth-moving evil-killing thorns that followed his shape and attacked. A large piece of black flame turned into a rain of fire and enveloped the three people who had re-formed a tight formation, pattering down, separating Zhang Wenfeng who came behind.

Let's see if that daoist with great swordsmanship dares to break into his Yinhuo range?

He is prepared to have a strong backhand and can be released at any time.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the old man was controlling Huang Wu, protecting the sky above the heads of the three of them, and dodging to the side. The fire rain moved with him, and could withstand it for a while. Wu, if the three of them work together to resist the sorcery of the second-level witchcraft with the help of magic tools, only one side is active and the other side is quite passive.

"Don't fight hard!"

Fu Gujing reminded Guanzhu Zhang outside via sound transmission.

The power of the second-order witch cultivator made him exhausted.

Zhang Wenfeng made a decisive decision, and silently recited scriptures, his body was washed with invisible golden light, and the magic power of ringing the bell instantly acted on Wu Xiu who was squinting at him.

He wanted to take the first chance, and this was his chance when Wu Xiu used a large-scale witchcraft to suppress the old Fu and the three of them.

With a hard step on the foot, a trap was created in the snow.

The whole person is like a lasing arrow, passing straight through the area shrouded in black fire, and a little bit of black fire hit him, making a "chi chi" sound, and was extinguished by the cyan, dark yellow, and light yellow brilliance on his body.

A sword billowed like a whirlwind, turning like a millstone, and the flag waved, crushing and killing the little witch cultivator who was stunned for a moment, what about the second-level witch cultivator?

Being entangled by him, a sword cultivator, who can't bear to walk around, or two.

He is not fighting alone!
He has a companion who can trust his back, so he has no worries.

"Ding Dang Dang", the little Wu Xiu hastily swung his knife, and black fire rose from his body.

Unable to get rid of the attack for a while, he was killed by Zhang Wenfeng's unique sharpening sword style and fell from the air to the ground. Splash left and right.

This kind of sword style is too weird, the sword light is spinning, rolling like a millstone.

Most of his counterattacks could not be implemented.

Then he was furious, the majestic second-level witch cultivator was suppressed to this level by a Taoist kid in the Qi Transformation state, where is his face?

Withdrew several feet in the blink of an eye, the little Wuxiu struck with his left hand, and a ball of black flames slammed into the whirlwind of sword light with a "huh", bursting out countless sparks, causing the entire sword light offensive to lag for a moment .

He sneered, so what if his sword skills are powerful?

With his cultivation base, he can use witchcraft to regain the upper hand, so he won't compete with the opponent's swordsmanship.

Waiting for him to fly in the air, keep a distance, condescend, and use violent witchcraft to kill these Taoist boys who made him embarrassing.

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(End of this chapter)