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Chapter 466 as you wish!
The gray-clothed man raised his hands, and the gray mist rushed towards his face, spreading into a large area, and there were little fireflies flickering in the moonlight.

Zhang Wenfeng knew that the mist emitted by the man implied something strange and sinister, so he didn't want to fight him in close quarters. His forward movement suddenly changed, leaving behind a string of afterimages, brushing past the poisonous mist, and appearing behind the man.

After years of trying his magical power of "moving wood and changing shadows", he has mastered several different changes.

Performed in the woods, you can use the trees to change your shadow, and you can achieve a ghostly speed similar to a wood escape within a hundred feet, which is very suitable for sneak attacks.

"Boom", the man in gray was very alert, and a cloud of gray mist exploded behind him.

At the critical moment of life and death, saving one's life is the first priority. The white robe Wuxiu didn't even catch the opponent's sword. How could he dare to let the opponent get close?

As long as there is a short delay, the companions flying from the north will arrive immediately. The two of them working together should be more than enough to protect themselves. They can even entangle the arrogant guy. The reinforcements on the border receive a summons, and there will be another soul-stirring wild chase. Where did the thief flee to?
Suddenly, the retreating afterimage split into two, and a black shadow rushed into the gray mist without hesitation, making a hissing sound of poisonous mist corrosion, and pounced on the gray-clothed man's back.

The gray-clothed man was taken aback, and then realized that the one who was not afraid of the poisonous mist was a puppet-like thing with almost the third level of strength. With a wave of his left hand, the poisonous mist surged and burned fiercely, and blue-purple flames swept across him. Surrounded by a wall of walls of varying thickness.

What he refines is a kind of fire poison with extremely high cost. The poison smothers the fire, and the poison fuels the fire. It can often catch Dao warriors who are sneaking up close by surprise.

Under the attack of flame and poisonous gas, it is difficult to distinguish the direction, and he attacks calmly outside, the opponent will peel off his skin even if he is not dead.

Zhang Wenfeng's figure was more than twenty feet away from the side. It was also the first time he had seen the method of poisonous atomization and raging fire. It was recorded in the classics, but it was not so intuitive. The soul armor he used was useless.

Wuxiu, who flew to help from the north with a long roar, was about to arrive, and the momentum seemed to be a master.

He had to make a quick decision, and he couldn't give the two of them a chance to join forces.

Swinging the sword with his right hand, he slashed at the gray-clothed man who was isolated from him by the flame shield. The cyan sword energy was as mighty as the east of the river, and the sword energy was powerful, and he chopped off the gray-clothed man.

The spiritual energy swarmed, and the branches swayed, adding to the momentum of the sword.

The gray-clothed man gritted his teeth and decided to stand still and wait for help, instead of rushing out of the poisonous fire circle to dodge the opponent's huge sword attack.

The other party wanted to force him to come out, but he didn't like that kid. The five fingers of his left hand moved like a shadow, and the flames around him were turbulent like a river, forming waves of fire waves, facing the sword energy that was coming.

"Bang", the soul armor soldier who was on fire twisted and blew himself up.

The timing of the choice is very subtle, just when the gray-clothed man has no time to care about it, and the circle of flames on his side is weak.

The huge impact blew up the flames, breaking through layers, creating a big gap in the mouth of the bowl. The gray-clothed man was slightly affected, and his body swayed. No harm, that's why he dared to entrust it.

Immediately after the impact of the explosion, a golden light went upstream, passing through the flame hole and piercing the side of the man's neck.

When the man in gray realized that it was too late to close the flames, the sneak attack came too fast.

A frontal sword slammed into the flames. Under the night sky, sparks splashed several feet high, gorgeous and dangerous. They arrived almost at the same time as the flying sword attack from the side. The man was in a hurry.

He knows the power of the flying sword that "returns reality and transforms emptiness".

How can there be life after piercing into the body?
The white-robed witch cultivator lost his life in the attack of the flying sword, and couldn't even escape his soul.

He also blamed him for ignoring the existence of the flying sword piercing into the body of the white-robed witch, thinking that before the waste was about to die, he could buy him a little more time, even if it trapped the flying sword for a few breaths.

The skin on his left hand and body was abnormally lime-gray, and he reached out to the side of his neck to block it.

The flying sword pierced the man's left palm fiercely, making a sharp rubbing sound as if piercing against metal, which was very ear-piercing.

The frontal sword fought vigorously with the wave of flames. The gray-clothed man was attacked at both ends and struggled to hold on. He used the "Stone Skin Witchcraft" that affected his actions, hoping to last until the reinforcements arrived.

The short breaths of fighting gave him the feeling of long torture like years.

The flames were steaming, the light and shadow were distorted and blurred, and his vision was seriously disturbed. He suddenly noticed that the figure on the treetop twenty feet away was gone. A sneak attack came from the side, and he gave up even the dominant frontal sword attack.

He swung the knife back with his right hand, and the dazzling white light drew a half-arc, but in a hurry, he forgot that his speed was hindered by the stone skin witchcraft, not half as fast as usual.

"Chicha", a sword ignoring the white light, pierced through the flame gap that had not yet closed, and stabbed behind the neck and ears of the man's left hand, piercing the face with a little sword force, and piercing about three inches.

Shocking cracks appeared on the man's skin, spreading all over his body.

The flying sword took the opportunity to pierce through the palm of his hand, turning into a razor sharp edge, the flesh and bones of the arm were separated where it passed, and separated to both sides, looking bloody and horrible.

The flames exploded, the man's eyes were red, and he desperately pushed all the poisonous flames around ten feet away to fight back.

Even if he died, he couldn't make that kid feel better.

However, his speed was still slow. Zhang Wenfeng's expression was indifferent, and he had already followed the wind thirty feet away like a shadow. The poisonous flames could not even lift the hem of his clothes. , is a third-order late stage Wuwu artist.

No wonder the three of them dared to intercept him in the wild with an unknown number of second-level witches.

It turned out that relying on the strength of Wuwu Zhe, he didn't know how to live or die.

The big black man swung his right hammer and left fist and swooped forward, exuding a terrifying aura, "Boy, take your life!"

He saw that his companion was bleeding from seven orifices, his eyeballs were protruding out of the eye sockets, and he was suffering from great pain. The flying sword penetrated into his brain, and it was already hopeless.

"you are too slow!"

Zhang Wenfeng uttered a few words coldly, stepped up and down the treetops, his figure retreated and disappeared in an instant, he didn't want to fight with the big black man, he just got away and left, a golden light shot out from the eyes of the man in gray who fell to the ground, only a flash , then disappeared into the night woods.

The big black man was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices, and he yelled: "Boy, don't run away if you have the guts, grandpa tells you three tricks!"

His speed is actually not slow, but that kid's speed is really too fast.

After he flew out for more than ten miles, and came to the river where the figure disappeared, where was the boy?

"Come out, come out, fight for three hundred rounds..."

The big black man was so angry that he roared like thunder.

A beam of sword light shot from the big tree ten feet behind him to the back of the big black man, followed by a cold voice, "As you wish!"

The big black man turned around abruptly, and blocked the black hammer with his right hand in front of his chest. He saw the green mist spread faintly, encircling the ground and three sides, covering the moonlight hazyly. Busily flew into the air.

In front of my eyes, there are already shadows of trees, as if I am in a boundless forest, and the moon has completely disappeared.

Jian Guang stabbed at the back of his neck from behind the shadow of the tree, and the big black man punched him with a fist, his head was huge.

He is not afraid of head-to-head confrontation, but he falls into the opponent's formation and is beaten passively everywhere. Even if he is invulnerable all over his body, he will sometimes be knocked flat.

This battle is too difficult.

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(The author has seen all the comments and suggestions from fellow Taoists. It’s not that the author is not afraid of boiling water. I really can’t write well. First, try to keep updating two chapters every day, and write more later.

The ups and downs of the writing made the protagonist suffer more setbacks. The author also considered it, but he had to consider the feelings of other fellow Taoists, so he could only write it comprehensively, forgive me! )
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