Under One Person: Inheriting the Soul of the Sword, Luo Tian Dajiao at the beginning

But no matter how fast the attack speed is, if the shot is late, it will be too late.

When Wang Zhenqiu flew out of the sky crying and roaring, the glove had already swiped his face.

A colorful stick was swung in his hand, and he forcibly blocked the lion's roar from Kong Crying Roar.

The ground was blown out of a big hole just by the aftermath.

It is enough to show the power of this move, and it also shows the strength of Wang Zhenqiu at the moment.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Ma Xianhong's forehead. In a trance, he seemed to be confronting a god.

Xia He was surprised, she knew this move before...

Wang Zhenqiu is a kind of witch, who directly communicates with the gods through singing and dancing, and conveys the will of the gods through mysterious and ancient rituals.

It is a sacred and barbaric dance.

The crazy thing about this move is that it needs to act like a god.

Let yourself act until others believe it, act until you believe it.

play god by oneself

deified by oneself

play with life

As a result, some kind of power derived from belief is produced, and on this basis, the consciousness based on legendary figures or gods is generated.

Known as - Godhead.

From the moment the mask is attached to the face, you facilitate the character to become one.

As Mr. Mei Lanfang, a master of Peking Opera, said:  …

At this moment, you are both Mei Lanfang and Yang Guifei.

You will worry about what Mei Lanfang wants, and what Yang Guifei thinks.

You are the perfect unity of your own personality and artistic characteristics.

You are the godhead.

Wang Zhenqiu's name is——

Sorcerer·Godhead Mask

What made Xia He even more surprised was that Lin Xiu's expression was indifferent, as if she had known Wang Zhenqiu's tricks for a long time.

No, it should be said that he seemed to know everyone present very well.

Even understand what they will do next.

Back on the battlefield, what Wang Zhenqiu was wearing on his face at the moment was the makeup of a drama, with circles of paint smudged around his eyes.

Wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, it looks like a hungry and thin heart. At first glance, it looks like a monkey face.

With a monkey face on his face, he wields a stick with one hand.

He saw his feet bent, his toes touching the ground, and his other hand scratching his cheek.

Acting God Monkey King!

Ma Xianhong scolded himself for being careless in his heart, because he underestimated his opponent here because he had a little advantage.

Simply stupid.

Kong Crying and Roaring roared again, but Wang Zhenqiu's speed was no longer comparable to before, and he poked the stick on the ground, standing up into the air like a fairy flying through the clouds and fog.

Up to the top of Ma Xianhong's head, he clenched the end of the stick with both hands and shouted:

"Eat my grandson!"

When he swung it down, the other end of the stick suddenly became bigger and thicker, and the speed of falling suddenly accelerated, as if he wanted to knock Ma Xianhong unconscious with one blow.

Ma Xianhong didn't dare to take it seriously, the current strength of Wang Zhenqiu is still unknown, if he takes it down forcefully and his magic weapon of protection is broken, the loss outweighs the gain.

Immediately, a golden bell appeared in his hand.

Magical Artifact Shaking Soul Bell

Seeing that Wang Zhenqiu was still in the air, he shook the bell in his hand vigorously at him.

The sound of ding ding ding rang from the bell, and the sound only reached Wang Zhenqiu's ears.

As soon as he heard the bell, Wang Zhenqiu suddenly felt that his soul had left his body in an instant.

When he came back to his senses, Ma Xianhong had already moved away from his original position.

bang.

The stick hit the ground, and the damage it caused was even worse than Kong Crying and Roaring.

Ma Xianhong breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he did not choose to take it hard.

Otherwise, one of the three jewels in his necklace would definitely be broken.

"Everyone be careful, the bell will attack the soul."

Wang Zhenqiu shook his head and reminded everyone.

"Ok."

Feng Baobao didn't even forget to reply. This reply was so close to Ma Xianhong, which made him startled.

Feng Baobao's whip leg has arrived, aiming at the Soul Shaking Bell in Ma Xianhong's hand.

Taking advantage of Feng Baobao's surprise attack, Ma Xianhong was frightened.

Zhang Chulan waved his hand.

Refa Little White Worm

An arc of light formed by lightning flew straight into Ma Xianhong's palm.

Even if Ma Xianhong escaped Feng Baobao's blow, he would not be able to stop his little white worm.

This Shaking Soul Bell must be taken away!

The magic weapon for attacking the soul is too deadly, and if you are not careful, you will become an idiot.

No matter how strong the physical magic weapon is, it is possible to defend itself, but the attack of the soul cannot.

Sure enough, because of Feng Baobao's habitual response, Ma Xianhong dodged the whip kick with a sloppy retreat.

However, it also made Ma Xianhong fall into a rigidity that could not quickly connect to the follow-up actions.

The little white worm was in front of Ma Xianhong in a blink of an eye.

"Stealing Beast!"

It is another magic weapon flying in the air like a lion's head.

The shape is as ordinary as an iron ball.

While Ma Xianhong was shouting, the iron ball spread out in all directions.

The inside of the stealing beast is black with red lines of luck energy.

After unfolding, there is a small square opening inside, just like Xiao Zizai's dragon absorbing water.

A suction force aimed only at qi surged out, and the little white worm was only half a meter away from the shaking soul bell in Ma Xianhong's hand in the air, but he could no longer move half a step forward.

All the stolen beasts were sucked into it.

Not only did Xiao Baichong fail, but he also allowed Ma Xianhong to regain some of his physical strength.

This is one of Ma Xianhong's trump cards, it will absorb the opponent's qi and moves made of qi.

The closer the distance, the greater the suction.

Also.

The power that has been sucked away can still be gathered...

Feed back for your own use. .

Chapter 150 Nine Small Helps

The qi sucked by the stealing beast was fed back to Ma Xianhong.

It made him, who was already a little bit tired, regain a lot of physical strength.

The combination of the two skills was unsuccessful, but he seized the opportunity, and Huang Hunling waved at Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan immediately shielded his body with golden light, and strode back to hide, but with such a sudden blow, he didn't have enough time to dodge.

Just when Zhang Chulan thought she was going to hit this trick, she realized that the shaking soul bell hadn't even made a sound.

"Don't ignore me, from now on, I may be the most difficult one."

Wang Zhenqiu stuck his club on the ground, and there were a few golden beans in his hand.

Juggling - millet tricks

The millet refined with the secret spell has a fixed effect on the creatures that come into contact with it.

While Ma Xianhong was fighting against Zhang Chulan, Wang Zhenqiu aimed at the knocking pole inside the Shaking Soul Bell.

Attaching it to the wall of the bell will directly make it lose its knocking effect.

Xia He couldn't bear to blink his eyes, everything that happened here was so unexpected.

Everyone has abilities that ordinary people cannot possess.

Such a powerful temporary worker, four of them, couldn't win Ma Xianhong.

Originally thought that the mask of the godhead was the biggest surprise, but never thought that the magical machine could actually create a magic weapon that absorbs people's qi and feeds it back.

"The divine machine is so terrifying..."

As Xia He said, he drifted towards Lin Xiu from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that Lin Xiu's expression didn't change at all, his pupils were shaking constantly, and his abacus was crackling, every step here was not beyond his expectation.