Taoist chanting

Chapter 393 Life after death

Motivating Yuan Qi, the dark blue condensing disk in his arms was driven to rotate at the fastest speed, and the two-color light suddenly intertwined to form a blue-green light pattern like a mask. Zhang Wenfeng didn't have much fear in his heart, and he judged the follow-up direction calmly.

"Bang", feeling like being hit by a mountain, Zhang Wenfeng recited scriptures silently.

Stimulating the flow of golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness, like an invisible water wave, it washed away the right chest area hit by the white light, instantly dispelling the blazing high temperature carried by the white light.

With a "boom" he spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, the huge force made his eyes go black, gold stars burst out, rolled and crashed into the ground, plowed a deep ditch tens of feet long, and only then stopped the decline.

The black robe on his body was broken, and the dust-cleaning robe inside exuded a light yellow brilliance.

"Chirp", a ray of golden light burst from the throat of the old man in black, whirling and piercing towards the old man in white robe who was hundreds of feet away.

Tu Kun, who used his body to hide in the flying stone and escaped the fierce attack of Wuxiu's defenders, stood intact on the ten-foot-sized mottled stone, controlling his natal flying sword to attack.

How could the white-robed old man not see that the earth spirit wanted to help the kid who was shot into the ground with a white light? It was too obvious. His right hand and middle finger were like a sword, and he knocked in the direction of the flying sword , Countless white lights emerged out of thin air like a vacant light net, trying to trap and capture the flying sword of the earth spirit in one fell swoop.

Tu Kun's face was serious, his hands pinched and danced, and he controlled the flying sword caught in a tens of feet of light net. He swirled nimbly like a swimming fish, and escaped from the restraint of sudden white light beams several times.

In the space of an inch, the two used sophisticated techniques to escape and escape, dazzled.

"It's interesting, fellow Taoist, where did you learn such a brilliant way to control the sword?"

The old man in white robe saw that the flying sword escaped from his siege several times in a row, and he was curious to cherish his talents. You must know that he was a golden core witch cultivator more than five hundred years ago. Combat experience, cultivation, and knowledge are not comparable to the current little guy.

He was reluctant to kill such a rare earth spirit, and wanted to injure it and capture it alive.

At that time, if you plant a restriction, you may be able to use it for your own use. Even if you can't, you can draw the soul and use the body of the earth spirit for other special purposes.

Tu Kun's technique became more and more sophisticated, and he continued to buy time for Zhang Guanzhu who got out of the mud, and said humbly: "I am laughing, this 'Spiritual Sword Art' is learned from the fairy temple, and it is not good at learning, which makes fellow Taoists laugh. "

The sword light suddenly disappeared, overflowing from the densely packed white light.

After some fighting, he controlled the flying sword that was not fully used and made a small victory.

When Jian Guang reappeared, he stabbed the white-robed old man's neck fiercely from behind.

The old man in white robe took a step forward, and the white and black brilliance on his body suddenly expanded.

Almost caught the golden flying sword in it, he turned around and waved his hand, a white flame suddenly appeared on the surface of the flying stone, enclosing Tu Kun who had escaped into the stone, and burned it blazingly.

Under the control of Tu Kun inside the stone, the flying sword was still agile and sharp, and could not be entangled with the white-robed old man, but he did not dare to approach the old man more than three feet away. Tu Kun was anxious, he could rush out from the white flame, but It is impossible to escape into the stone again, and the old man is just waiting for him to be fooled.

The temple master said that there is a way to hurt the old witch cultivator, why hasn't he seen it?

The white-robed old man was suddenly surprised to find that his back was facing the boy who had crawled out of the mud, why did he lose his breath?This shock was no small matter, if that kid really disappeared from under his nose, where would his old face be put?
Turning around suddenly, in the dark night, he clearly saw the kid leaning against a small tree, wiping the blood from his mouth.

The two little guys we have to deal with today are too weird, and they have such abilities.

If he was in the forest, it would be very possible for that kid to escape.

The moment the old man turned around, two flying swords pierced the back of the old man's neck and left rib respectively.

"Come on, stupid!"

The old man's face sank like water, and he cursed in a low voice, and the witch power on his body spread rapidly.

One of the two flying swords was able to flip away at the edge of the witch power, and the other rushed forward fiercely. The moment it approached the old man's left rib, the light flashed and exploded with a "bang".

"Hmph, what can the self-explosive flying sword do to this old man?"

The figure of the white-robed old man was in a trance, and there seemed to be several double images, and the black witch power was wrapped in violently explosive fragments, flying around with unmatched strength.

For him, even if a Jindan master of the same level blew himself up in front of him, it would not be able to hurt him at all.

With his hundreds of years of rich combat experience, the tricks used by mere juniors are all leftovers from their previous years.

It can be broken easily!
However, in the next moment, the kid in the torn robe slashed at him with a sword, and the sword energy locked on him from a distance of hundreds of feet still surprised him. The method is to remove this sword move to one side.

A sneer twitched from the corner of the white-robed old man's mouth, so what?
With a wave of his right hand, the ten-foot-long sword light slashed against the surging sword energy. There was a rapid friction sound, and the light shone a little. It seemed that there was a rain of sword energy in the air, and small pits appeared on the mud wherever it fell.

The stronger one wins, and soon the duel of sword light and sword energy comes to fruition, and the sword energy is completely eliminated.

The old man in white robe suddenly twisted his body, "Chicha", a small piercing sound sounded from behind him.

"Natural Sword Qi!"

The face of the old man and Feng Xiaoyu showed pain and a hint of ferocity. The sword energy contained in the self-destructing flying sword hurt him. It was another accident. His old body was no better than before, and he couldn't hide it Even the sword light in the air collapsed because of his distraction.

"die!"

The old man spat out a word. He used witch power to fortify his body heavily, arranging it like a maze to trouble the ray of sword energy that invaded his body. He slapped the nasty boy standing by the tree with his left hand condescendingly.

He actually saw a trace of inexplicable contempt in the boy's eyes, and a strange thought flashed, he didn't believe that the boy could still have the means to make him look good?Another [-]% strength was added to the palm.

He wanted to slap that kid to death, even if that kid was protected by a magic weapon, he would inevitably be killed on the spot.

Tu Kun is in a hurry, is this the ruthless method that the viewer swears to hurt the other party?

He suddenly got out of the stone, and drove the flying sword to stab the white-robed old man who was injured but not seriously. The way the master wanted to die together, how could he look like suicide?

With the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down on the top, a huge palm shadow knocked down the ravine and muddy ground several feet.

Trees and rocks were all smashed, only a figure in tattered clothes stood upright in the darkness at the bottom of the pit.

Zhang Wenfeng had already died once just now, he looked up at the astonished old man, ignored the anxious and howling Tu Kun, and softly shouted: "Yin soldiers, attack!"

A pair of fuzzy ghost soldiers the size of a pair of fingers jumped out of the black cloth bag around his waist, and the moment they landed, they were already several feet away. Leng Su, soaring into the air, both of them killed the dumbfounded old man in white robe.

Seeing these changes made Tu Kun's blood boil.

It is the method of the hairpin ancestor, who can drive so many Yin soldiers and cavalry generals, none other than the hairpin ancestor!

He just couldn't understand, why did the temple master have to die once to be able to use this kind of killing power?

Couldn't it be used sooner?

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(End of this chapter)