Taoist chanting

Chapter 467
The big black man is down-to-earth and furious, with a brave posture of left fist and right hammer, he rampages in the green mist forest, smashing giant phantom trees and real trees hidden in them, every punch and hammer is fierce, The wind was so violent that the ground shook and the trees shook.

Seemingly tireless, he hit with all his strength from one end to the other, and then turned around to fight in the other direction.

With an ancient clumsy fist that has both offense and defense, he attacks the phantom wood formation that traps him on his own.

Break through the formation with strength, step by step, nothing more.

Zhang Wenfeng suspended the treetops and branches, he collected the vitality and wood energy of the broken trees, and nourished the longevity wood in his arms to relieve money.

The big black man destroyed all the way. He manipulated the ancient coins to move the phantom wooden formation, always placing the big black man in the middle of the endless phantom formation, first sharpening the opponent's spirit.

Calculating the time silently, at the speed of a third-tier master, it would take a little more than half an hour to rush from Great Liang towards the border for reinforcements. The edge area of ​​the Luobaoling Great Forest was no different than his own territory.

It would take at least two quarters of an hour if the fourth-level witch cultivator arrived, and the fourth-rank witch cultivator happened to be waiting at the border. In this way, he had a quarter of an hour to clean up the big black man trapped in the magic wood formation.

More than enough time for him.

With such an advantage to be the first mover, if he can't deal with the big black guy in fifteen minutes, he's definitely right to slip away earlier.

He also has the idea of ​​sharpening himself with the help of masters. He needs enough whetstones to sharpen his heart on the front line of life and death. He is surrounded by green wood, his eyes are gradually indifferent, and there is no human emotion, and his breath is no different from the surrounding trees.

"Come out, bastard, shrink your head, let's fight!"

The big black man roared again and again, and he tried to provoke his opponent into a fight with clumsy foul language.

The phantom wood array that enveloped him had no other response except for the vigorous sound he made. No matter how harsh his scolding was, the boy remained indifferent. All his abilities were useless except wasted.

The opponent traps him with a phantom array, but why doesn't he use himself as a bait to restrain the opponent.

At the beginning, he pulled two friends to set up an ambush in this area, and the others gave up and went back. They persisted for more than two months, and finally waited for the target to appear, but ended up losing two old friends. How could he be reconciled?
I don't know how many trees have been broken, and the big black man doesn't know how far he has traveled in the formation, but there are still trees that can't be seen at a glance.

Suddenly, he noticed that there were countless green lights shooting out from the green mist, attacking him from all directions. The big black man used his boxing hammer to make a muffled "boom", and the violent wind spread out from his body.

There was a dense crackling sound in the air, and the dust rolled up like a mist and drifted around.

However, there are really too many green wood thorns coming from the lasing, and the blackness is endless.

The big black man noticed that the green wood thorns were annoying and not very powerful, they were all fake, and might be effective against other third-order monks, but it was not enough for him, so he blocked the front with his fist, regardless of other attacks from other directions.

The green wood stab hit the target, and it shattered little by little outside the big man's body, splashing tiny ripples, consuming the opponent's means of defense.

"Boy, bring something interesting, these little things are not enough to tickle me!"

The big black man was also secretly counting the time, making provocative words.

After attacking violently for so long, the big black man saw through the subtle breath fluctuations and tree shaking that the other party's control of this phantom formation was far from proficient. He was really startled before, thinking that the stinky Taoist priest is still a formation that is good at formations. division.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was suspended from the treetops, ignored it. He had already put his mind into a tree-like state, observing the magical power of the "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse" he cast, trying to improve the magical skills he had obtained before from another different angle.

No skill will remain unchanged, it depends on whether new ideas can be discovered.

The green wood thorns shot at the big black man endlessly wave after wave, and gradually changed, in groups of three or five, circling and suddenly changing direction to hit the meaty target.

The big black man cursed and cursed, and he could see that the other party was trying to use him.

It's a good thing, he wished he could procrastinate for more time, standing in place and cooperating not to move half a step.

The green mist filled the air, and the green wood thorns flying in the air merged with each other, some succeeded, some failed, the green wood thorns that were successfully fused were much more powerful, and the ripples splashed on the big man's body were obvious.

A blunt smile appeared on Zhang Wenfeng's indifferent face. It turns out that "a hundred times and a thousand times" can be understood in this way!
The fusion of two pairs is called "first turn", and one more fusion is called "second turn".

He tried to merge one more time. After several failures, he gave up decisively. He didn't have time today. The business was important. His current mastery of "One Turn" was also considered a windfall.

The flying green wood thorns merged and became sparse, and suddenly seven or eight dark red vines shot out from the green mist ground, with a few "swish, swish", entangled the feet and body of the unprepared black man up to his chest.

The invisible energy around the big black man stretched the dark red vines to the width of his fingers. His hands would not be bound by the vines, and he made a vigorous movement around his body, and the entangled vines suddenly tightened, making a "snacking" sound. The annoying green thorns in the air finally disappeared completely.

"Is this thorn wire vine? It's not strong enough, it just looks like a bluff."

The big black man made a comment, and there was a crisp "boom boom" sound of vines breaking on his body. No matter how willing he was to cooperate with his opponent to try moves, there was always a limit. It would be better for such a small thing wrapped around his body to break, so be careful when driving. year ship.

A sword light suddenly pierced the back of the big black man without sound.

"Good come!"

The big black man was a talkative guy, he slammed back with the black hammer in his right hand, stepped forward with his feet and turned around at the same time.

Seeing that the stabbing sword light draws a subtle semi-arc along the watermelon-sized black hammer, it walks in the same direction as the black hammer, without being affected by the turbulent force of the hammer surface, and stabs his crotch down with the momentum, the sword is superb There is no half smoke and fire.

He couldn't detect the killing intent, but the killing intent was right in front of his eyes.

He is really a master of swords, no wonder he was able to kill Lao Wu and the others in such a short time.

The green mist became thicker, and he couldn't see the figure behind the hilt.

The big black man slammed his fist with his left hand at the opposite side, you hit yours, I hit mine, he wanted to exchange injuries with the opponent, as long as the opponent hesitated, his punch would be effective.

As for whether the opponent can get his injury, it's hard to say.

Jian Guang dragged to the right to escape, making a rough friction sound with the protective aura of the big black man.

The big black man punched the empty space, hurried two steps, but still didn't touch the side, a sword light suddenly came from the left side, the speed was extremely fast, the big black man pressed down with his left elbow, it wasn't him holding it up, but It was too late, his fist and black hammer were outside.

Jian Guang turned to the right angle again, cleverly twisted his elbow and pressed it, and continued to stab forward at the same speed.

"Pfft", there was a look of shock on the face of the big black man, the tip of the sword actually pierced his protective spell and protective clothing, leaving a light wound on his ribs, and he turned his left hand upwards without hesitation , "Bang", the fist pierced the air, and a soaring cannon came and hit it.

Another empty shot.

The big black man didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and the opponent's sword wounded him close to him lightly. Even the small wound that dripped three or two drops of blood recovered in an instant. His whole body was tense and his heart was already on high alert.

It's so weird, apart from the opponent's extraordinary melee speed, even the swordsmanship is a bit incomprehensible to him.

Those two swords are not top magic weapons.

How could he be injured by a random stab?

Could the next sword hit him hard?
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(End of this chapter)