fifth form

Chapter 425 The Power of Yin-Yang Eyes
"Fire arrows!"

On a thunderstorm night, Wen Weng's voice was still loud enough.

The town seal that was smashed like a boulder was swept away by the force of the snake monster, which made Wen Weng feel a little bit bitter.

He would rather the opponent rely on his physical body to fight hard, or use brute force to fight.

Such proficient use of demon power can only prove that the opponent is becoming more and more demon-like. If it weren't for this kind of alien being difficult to transform, the opponent might already be a great demon.

When ordering to release the arrow, he took out the long ruler and swiped it, countless rainwater quickly melted into ice under his long ruler, and smashed into Ba snake with a dense cold air.

"Brother Zhongshu!"

While commanding Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang to shoot arrows on their horses, Wen Weng also shouted to Dong Zhongshu, the person he was asking for help on this trip.

"wind!"

In an emergency confrontation, Wen Weng can only rely on magic weapons driven by mana, but for Dong Zhongshu, the opponent can achieve the effect of fast casting without using magic weapons.

Wind blades flew across the rain curtain in the air, breaking the rain into two pieces.

When Dong Zhongshu shouted, the wind technique swept past.

"It has an extremely huge demon power, and its power is very strong. It is likely to have the level of a demon's sanctification, and it may even be higher!"

Wen Weng hastily said that the power of the imperial treasure is not top-notch, but he is a monk in the solipsism, and the blow with the magic weapon also has unpredictable power.

His attack on Ba Snake obviously had little effect, which also allowed Wen Weng to quickly discern the extent of the monster power possessed by Ba Snake.

When targeting this kind of monster, regional scattered strikes can't exert enough effect.

Dong Zhongshu's wind technique is as sharp as a knife, but it may be difficult to be effective.

Wen Weng shouted, and saw that the repeated wind blades had hit Ba She's huge head.

It was too late for him to express the pity in his heart, he only heard the broken voice, and the red light in Ba Snake's eyes had dimmed.

"The technique requires a combination of virtuality and reality. It seems that I have released seven wind blades, but six of them are superficial and do not have power. There is only one real ultimate move. Most of these monsters are strong on the outside but capable in the middle. Find their weakness..."

As a good gentleman, Dong Zhongshu did have good words.

After liking Zhang Xuezhou's way of mana spreading all over his body, Dong Zhongshu sold it first. If Zhang Xuezhou is interested, they can communicate with each other in the future.

But he stopped short in the middle of his words.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the annihilation of the wind blade continuously spinning into Ba Snake's eyes came, and his right hand holding the magic fan couldn't help trembling, and quickly cut off the casting spell to stabilize the mana in his body.

"Attention everyone, this snake is unusual, and the battle is difficult to resolve in a moment!"

Dong Zhongshu gave a loud shout, and saw the snake's head bent down, and a gust of fishy wind spit out immediately.

This caused the fan he was holding to flap quickly, and the violent wind and waves swept back the venomous breath of the snake.

"The ability used by the demon in its original form is less and more focused on the body, but the demonic power contained in the Ba snake is extremely resistant to the spell. It seems that it needs repeated blows to pierce its head!"

Dong Zhongshu still maintained his composure.

Demons win in the flesh, but lose in wisdom.

Without the emergence of group culture, this kind of alien creatures can only be refined by instinct, and most of them develop their physical bodies to the point of extreme tyranny.

But few of these monsters possess magic skills, let alone supernatural powers.

Seeing Ba Snake spit out poisonous gas, Dong Zhongshu heaved a sigh of relief when he restrained the poisonous gas with his magic weapon fan.

He steered the mount, constantly maintaining the balance between the casting distance and the safe distance.

He had more combat experience than Wen Weng, and Wen Weng breathed a sigh of relief for a while, only to feel that Dong Zhongshu's actual combat ability beat a bunch of literati masters.

For Wen Weng, relying on magic weapons and realm suppression is his main means.

When both of these methods were broken and he was faced with a close fight, he didn't have many ways to respond quickly.

When the rain turned into ice and swept down the snake's belly again, Wen Weng felt dizzy, and the night in front of him had turned into day.

The dazzling white light filled his vision, making it difficult for him to see clearly what was in front of him.

There was a horrified horse neighing, followed by Dong Zhongshu's loud scolding.

Wen Weng felt a gust of wind sweeping towards him, and his body had already disengaged from his mount and flew backwards.

"Damn it, how can this snake have the power of Zhu Jiuyin's yin and yang eyes!"

Riding on a steed, Dong Zhongshu fanned the magical fan, directly binding Wen Weng closer.

He looked at Wen Weng's horse that almost swallowed it later, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

"That Zhang Xuezhou, hurry up and drag Sheriff Wen away, hey... hey, who is there!"

Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang's long-range shooting power is poor, and the blow to Ba Snake is like tickling, but the distance between the two of them on horseback is relatively long, and they have not been affected by Ba Snake's yin and yang eyes, but Dong Zhongshu can't see the two in the dark. people.

But behind him, Dong Zhongshu only felt that Zhang Xuezhou, who followed all the way, was gone.

Within a range of nearly two hundred meters, apart from Wen Weng, who was temporarily blind, Dong Zhongshu was the only one left.

"Brother Zhongweng, if you have any good means, hurry up and use them. Don't wait for this thing to get close, then we have to explain it!"

The casting distance was maintained, and a safe distance was also maintained, and because Ba Snake targeted the nearest Wen Weng, Dong Zhongshu was only affected by the edge.

But Dong Zhongshu felt that he couldn't face the power of Ba Snake's yin and yang eyes.

The ability of this kind of alien creature has gone beyond the category of normal monsters and monsters.

Even if he can break free from the influence in the end, he will definitely be swallowed by Ba Snake in just a few seconds.

"I have a spell that turns water into a prison, which is very powerful. It should be able to temporarily trap it, but it takes at least half a stick of incense for me to cast the spell!" Wen Weng said, shaking his hands.

"Half incense burns for too long, our bones have turned into feces and urine." Dong Zhongshu said dejectedly, "Don't just pay attention to the realm, practice more often!"

"This technique consumes a lot of mana. I will run out of mana after practicing it three times. It will easily lead to my sanity. I have to do government affairs every day, so I haven't practiced this ability!"

"It seems that you chose the wrong technique in the Secret Pavilion, this technique is not suitable for you!"

"Shouldn't you choose a technique that matches you and has great power? Turning water into a prison should be very suitable for me!"

Wen Weng made an excuse.

As a typical literati master, he can't use small skills after stepping into a high level, but it is difficult to practice big skills.

And Wen Weng, who focuses on realm practice, lacks the accumulation of continuous improvement from small skills to big skills, which makes it difficult to practice big skills.

Superimposed on the fact that he is busy with government affairs every day, this makes his heavy skills lack enough time to practice, and he only has entry-level skills.

Wen Weng muttered in his mouth, and a splash of water quickly formed.

When he touched it with a long ruler, the water splashed into thin white ice.

The sound of the ice shattering was heard in just a few seconds, and Wen Weng felt that Dong Zhongshu was pulling him onto his mount, and it was difficult to orientate under the white light in his eyes.

"Brother Zhongshu, do you have the technique of pressing the bottom of the box?" Wen Weng asked anxiously.

"My technique can hit the bottom of the box, but no one will help me. I can't hit its other eye now. I..."

Accompanied by the flashing red light, Dong Zhongshu felt dizzy, and the night in front of him turned into a dazzling white light.

The familiar feeling of losing control came to him again, and with a surge of mana, the condensed wind blade slashed towards the pony's tail.

The pain of a broken tail came, and the sluggish mount carried the two of them away crazily amidst the fierce neighing.

(End of this chapter)