Taoist chanting

Chapter 707 Crack
The eyes of the other two were about to burst into flames, and at the same time, they blasted the magic weapon in their hands at the powerful sword cultivator who appeared hundreds of meters away. They had only one thought, to give him a heavy blow while the sword cultivator was attacking his companion.

Xiao Ni'er circled her hands, and more than a hundred dragon lice and insects stood in front of her like two winding whirlwinds.

Those two people think she can't arrange it?Tai also underestimated her.

Seeing that Niangniang and Mu Niangniang were safe, she was in a good mood, and just killed a few to vent her anger.

There was a sound of "bang bang", and the two magic weapons were surrounded by an indestructible swarm of insects, forming two huge balls and falling obliquely to the ground. In a moment, the insects covered them and gnawed at the body of the magic weapon with their minions.

"Bad guy, eat a fork from my aunt!"

While breathing, Xiao Ni'er raised her hand and threw out her three-pointed water diverting harpoon.

In just a short moment, Zhang Wenfeng took care of the first one, twisted his wrist and slashed horizontally, and cooperated with Xiao Ni'er to attack the frantic man on the left.

He had led so many monks around before, and had a rough analysis and comparison of the invading enemies. He deliberately avoided the powerful physical cultivators and body protection treasures, looked at the powerful dharma cultivators, and specifically picked the weak among them to attack.

Strive for a one-hit kill, creating a deterrent effect that makes everyone in the enemy cultivator feel insecure and dare not go too far.

He wasn't arrogant enough to challenge the crowd by one.

How to kill the enemy at the least cost on the premise of protecting himself is what he considers.

Now that reinforcements are coming one after another, he has no worries. He has too many tactics to choose from.

The seven or eight monks who were thrown by him more than ten miles away swarmed and killed them, yelling.

Yang Shuilan and Mu Lihua appeared nearby, they didn't attack the last person who was trying to escape from the swarm of remaining dragon lice, and they joined hands to form a formation.

The flood poured into the air from the huge Ziluo Pagoda, galloping and churning, the blue and faint, forming the wonder of a suspended lake in the air in the vicinity of [-] zhang.

There are shadows of mountains around the hanging lake, reflecting the surface of the water.

Surrounded by water and mountains, they depend on each other.

Mu Lihua couldn't help itching her hands, and threw a yellow glow at the monk covered in dragon lice. There was a bang, and the unlucky monk fell into a viscous vortex. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, he let out a roar, and his breath exploded sharply.

"Ghost screaming, screaming, killing people."

Xiao Ni'er yelled, and countless dragon lice rushed to bite and gnaw. How could they give the unlucky monk the time to blow himself up, biting through the protection, biting the flesh, making the monk scream like a discouraged ball and instantly shrunk.

Zhang Wenfeng used two more swords to kill the second monk, and the eight monks were also killed.

The angry magic attacks were overwhelming, but they were resolved one by one by the two people in the formation who were running mountains, rivers and lakes.

The blue waves vibrated, and the curling water mist evaporated.

Zhang Wenfeng watched the battle across the water, seeing those people trying to bypass the Xuanhu Lake, he sneered from the bottom of his heart, communicated a few words with the two people in the formation, and stabbed with his sword casually, to finish off the screaming man who was being eaten by insects.

Killing is nothing more than nodding, he has no hobby of killing.

Besides, if we don't solve it sooner, who knows if there will be any weird moths?
"Back! Back!"

One of the red-faced strong men yelled, but it was too late. The strange hanging lake that was still miles away suddenly turned over and overturned. Countless mountain shadows hung upside down behind them, cutting off the back road. After a while, they charged stay home.

"Don't panic, brothers, don't scatter, the Xuanhu Formation is only capable of one blow..."

"Boom", the clear water poured all over the sky, and the huge force washed away the three people who were at a loss.

Xiao Ni'er is like a fish in water, surrounded by two groups of dragon lice, holding a harpoon and taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

The red-faced strong man punched his fists into the sky, there was a loud bang, and the water column flew tens of feet high. Charged out against the current with a violent momentum.

The red-faced strong man didn't expect that the four of them, the mountain god who was beaten almost to the bottom, had the guts to design them so dangerously, and caught them by surprise.

He felt a little remorseful, he should have knocked the mountain god and the woman trapped at the bottom of the mountain to death in one go.

We shouldn't divide our troops to intercept the sword cultivators who are going around in circles, which has led to the current situation that is difficult to end.

One careless move, and the whole game is lost.

Just after rushing out of the water curtain, the pressure was lightened, but there was a thunderous roar in the sky, and countless blue light spots shot towards them from all directions.

The red-faced burly man was naturally not afraid of such a powerful magic attack, his momentum exploded again, and he shouted: "Change the formation, follow me..."

A brilliant sword light poured down from above the dense green thorns, interrupting the roar of the red-faced man.

The palpitating sword of Tianwei shocked the five people's eyelids, and the four people below subconsciously avoided to the side, and the formation of five people fell apart immediately.

Wave after wave of green thorns submerged the four of them, and they were sucked into the turbulent torrent below.

The red-faced man was locked in his mind, and there was no way to hide. He could only face the sword attack beyond the fourth level alone. He raised his fists, and two vague animal shadows, a tiger and a bear, roared and rushed towards the Wupei sword.

Zhang Wenfeng has heard of beast spirits, which are the unique secret technique of blood witches in the Southern Yuan Continent, but there are very few people who can possess two beast spirits.

Seven or eight people flew from the east, Yue Anyan, Wei Jingjie and others arrived, rushed into the torrential flood, and attacked the trapped people. Zhang Wenfeng activated two supernatural powers at the same time, which was a bit exhausting. Seeing this, he scattered the green thorns and concentrated on controlling the shadows. The sword supernatural power displayed by the wooden sword.

The two blurred animal figures twisted and bitten, quickly fading away in the waterfall of sword light.

The red-faced man quickly chanted a mantra, blood mist gushed out of his body, and a wriggling and fuzzy blood-colored mantra appeared on his forehead, and his whole body was full of strange and mysterious aura.

Zhang Wenfeng pulled out the Xuanyuan sword with his left hand, and stabbed Baizhang in front of him.

"Pfft", the sword light pierced the red-faced man's chest unexpectedly, and the blood surged violently, turning into a thick blood mist and rushing to the red-faced man's forehead. The Taoist showed a crazy and provocative look.

"He is asking the gods in the blood sacrifice, quickly interrupt him with mental interference!"

"Don't kill him!"

Yang Shuilan and Mu Lihua, who were manipulating the landscape below and trapped several enemy cultivators, realized something was wrong and screamed at the same time.

Zhang Wenfeng twisted his wrist as hard as he could, enduring the tearing pain, so that the sword supernatural power that had wiped out the two beast spirits was deflected to one side, and with a "bang" sound, the surging flood below was torn apart, hitting the ground hundreds of meters away, and splitting a short mountain.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't care whether the sword that he forcibly twisted just now hurt his own people, he jumped forward and recited the nine-character mantra.

The merit canopy around his body instantly appeared and expanded outwards. As he circled the red-faced man about three feet away, the blood mist melted like ice and snow, and the blood-colored mantra on the man's forehead was still a little bit solidified, and he writhed and let out a "sizzling" The sound seemed to be unwilling to disappear, but it could not resist the expulsion of merit, and gradually faded into the air.

The red-faced man's face and body fell off in large chunks, and within a short while, he became a lifeless jade skeleton with golden spots.

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(The whole family was suffering from the sun. The old man was sent to the hospital the day before yesterday. The child had a fever this afternoon. Lao Yan was completely out of the mood for writing. Today’s chapter is a bit messy intermittently, and many ideas and details cannot be perfected.

For a period of time later, I can only update it according to the fate, alas, life is full of chicken feathers)
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