Taoist chanting

Chapter 35 A Cunning Fighting Donkey

A sound wave suddenly exploded in Zhang Wenfeng's left ear, and the attack was very strange.

Zhang Wenfeng was so shocked that his eyes were filled with stars, and his face was in pain. He hurriedly stopped and used the green bamboo sword in his hand to block horizontally. His feet were deep, one foot was shallow and the other was shallow, and he quickly retreated backwards. .

"铛", the sword collided, and the huge force shook.

The sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand, his body lost his balance and staggered a few steps, and hurriedly shouted: "Kick him!"

He needs a little time to recover, and the other party has also been tricked by him, and it is the time when he is inconvenient to move.

The two prepared tricks for each other, and the exchange suffered a loss.

A black shadow rushed out of the darkness, stomped on the ground and leaped into the air, making a "dong" sound, and the ground slammed into four pits.

Luan Tingsan, who was covering his left eye, heard the sound of stepping on the ground behind him, he suddenly turned around, and slashed obliquely with his knife.

He was afraid of the guy who could get close to him hidden in the dark.

How come this little Taoist temple is full of masters?

That old cripple couldn't even stand still, yet he managed to suppress the masked man's retreat with his ferocious marksmanship. There are really fucking strange things happening every year, especially this year.

Luan Tingsan slashed in the air, suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly looked into the air.

It was the black donkey that he encountered when climbing over the courtyard wall. It jumped over his head in the air, and its two huge hind legs kicked back and forth alternately at the top of his head. With old strength, he slashed away and couldn't get back.

In his busy schedule, he clenched his left hand into a fist, poured Yuan Qi into it, and punched hard upward.

An animal can sneak and jump overhead and kick people.

Could it be that he has become a monster?

The strange thing is that he didn't notice that there was a wave of demon power on the donkey.

"Bang bang", the hoof kicked the fist continuously, almost smashing Luan Tingsan's left fist, it hurts too much!

That animal is so powerful!
If it weren't for Yuan Qi protecting his fist, this would be absolutely terrible.

Luan Tingsan's left eye was full of tears, he stared hard at his right eye, swung his saber, the light of the saber drew a big arc, and chased at a huge black shadow in the air, the cunning donkey kicked him twice with its hind legs, With a powerful punch, he vacated the air conditioner and turned away, not wanting to fight.

Looking at the direction of the landing point, Luan Tingsan was suddenly so angry that his head hurt, and he shouted: "Be careful of that donkey!"

That donkey has definitely become a master, he can play tricks, and he is too flexible in the air.

He had already said too late, the masked woman who was fighting fiercely with the second senior brother heard a sudden bad wind behind her head, she hurriedly turned her head, thinking that someone had shot a hidden weapon at her, she didn't even react to the donkey or something.

He escaped the first sneak attack, but he couldn't escape the second attack of Lian Wuying Kick.

A donkey's hoof that was pitch black and earthy, hit the masked woman's left temple with a "bang".

The woman's head slanted violently, and in the sound of "click", the eyes that were exposed outside the hooded towel bulged.

She was swaying and staggered to the right involuntarily.

The second senior brother was overjoyed, he quickly pierced the masked female thief's neck with a sword, and then slashed and pulled.

He didn't expect that the spiritual donkey mentioned by the temple master could help fight, so fierce and powerful!
It was so spiritual that he decided to reward the donkey with bean cakes for two meals tomorrow.

Blood spattered, and the second brother who had no experience in stabbing people for the first time was drenched half of his body. He almost vomited with nausea, and stepped back a few steps, propping his sword on the ground and gasping for breath.

"Mang Qing!"

When Luan Ting saw that the woman had been murdered in an instant, he gritted his teeth angrily, that damned donkey.

Damn it!Come at him if you have the ability!
Zhang Wenfeng retreated five or six feet away, shook his head violently, he had already recovered, felt the brain water swaying in his head, and could still hear the buzzing echo, waved the green bamboo sword in his hand, and shouted: "Come on!" Don’t you just want the sword in my hand, I will give you a ride with the sword.”

He had already seen the greedy look of the thief staring at the green bamboo sword he drew out.

Revenge should be just a matter of chance, and coveting the magic weapon should be the purpose.

The thief went to one of the three, and the donkey landed on the ground, swung its tail coquettishly, and rushed towards the masked man suppressed by the lame uncle.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it was time for him to come up with a unique move to deal with the bandit leader in front of him.

Even if Yuan Qi is exhausted, there will be no worries.

At least, he also has a cunning battle demon donkey as a helper.

Zhang Wenfeng distractedly recited the Qingxin Jue silently, forcing himself to calm down from the humming in his ear holes, pointed the tip of the sword in his hand at the bandit leader who was several feet away, stepped forward in small steps, and quickly killed Luan Tingsan.

He kept his eyes on the opponent's mouth, to prevent the opponent from casting that mysterious spell again, and hitting him again.

Luan Tingsan wiped his left eye with blurred tears with his sleeve, waved the knife with one hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the boy on the opposite side's left hand, which was clearly clutching something at the cuff, and he stepped forward.

The two sides fought again, swords clashed, and there was a burst of intensive clanging.

His cultivation base is superior, he is proficient in using Yuan Qi, and he can suppress it with force.

Zhang Wenfeng's sword style is changeable, the murderous intent is hidden in the lightness and splendor, and his swordsmanship is a head above the opponent.

The two sides fought calmly this time, attacking, blocking, defending, advancing and retreating with speed, fighting fast, changing directions like wheels, not rushing to kill the opponent with one move, constantly testing to find flaws .

On the other side, the masked man seemed to be more wary of the donkey's attack. When he saw the donkey charging from the side, he swung his sword diagonally and retreated quickly in the direction of Luan Tingsan. As long as the donkey dared to charge, his sword would definitely see blood.

The donkey is afraid of pain and death, so it will not step forward to be knifed and stop its body with its front hooves on the ground.

The whole body is swaying sideways, facing the masked man with its buttocks, its hind limbs soar into the air, and its hooves are kicked back and forth in a row. Under the light of the flames, there seem to be countless footsteps.

"Dangdang" sounded several times, and the masked man couldn't hold the narrow sword in his hand, and threw it into the air.

The old cripple stared at the flaws, his body swayed and bumped, and the strange raccoon walked suddenly, and the sprint speed was extremely fast.

The long iron chisel he held in his hand carried the sound of piercing wind.

"Huh", at the moment when the masked man's narrow sword threw his body and lost his balance, he squeaked, pierced from the man's left chest, and pierced through his oblique back.

In this style of neutral spear skill, the old cripple's strength is no longer reserved, he is fierce and resolute.

Is it true that he is too old to kill a thief?
He pierced along the long iron rod, and stopped when he was an arm and a half away from the man, this is to prevent the man from dying to fight back.

Immediately, the old cripple's eyeballs suddenly opened wide, and he was astonished. He saw the masked man's exposed palms, forehead and cheeks, where fluffy white hair suddenly appeared strangely, and those dark eyes became It's as dark and frightening as a will-o'-the-wisp.

The old cripple just heard the story of the second senior brother who killed the female thief and killed the zombie with his sword last night, and he was deeply impressed.

He blurted out and shouted: "White Zombie!"

……

(End of this chapter)