Taoist chanting

Chapter 468
Almost being hit by the fist of the big black man twice in a row, Zhang Wenfeng looked indifferent and did not rush out the third sword.

He has already entered the realm of human-sword integration, and his whole body is not like an unsheathed sword showing its sharpness, but its brilliance is restrained, its breath is natural, and its skin is green all over, like a tree that outnumbers humans.

He circled around the big black man who was standing still in a defensive posture. He had to admit that the big black man had no flaws in his body. No matter what direction he attacked with his sword, he would be met with a fierce counterattack by the fellow.

Even if he casts the supernatural power of "Moving Wood and Changing Shadow Curse", the speed is weird, so he still has to be careful.

Grinding on the edge of life and death is not killing yourself.

Zhang Wenfeng hid in the phantom wood formation, watching for opportunities to attack.

It was the first time for him to control the Longevity Wood Jieqian to use the illusion wooden array, and the experience still needs to be explored and accumulated, just like practicing swords, practice makes perfect, and now he can trap such a powerful opponent, he actually recognizes the power of the illusion wooden array.

With a thought, five green thorns emerged out of thin air, shooting towards the back of the big black man surrounded by green mist.

When there is no opportunity, he creates an opportunity.

The moment the big black man turned around, he had already appeared on the other side, stabbing forward with a sword in his hand. Rib, leaving a small three-point wound into the flesh, the figure flashed back and escaped with the help of trees.

"Bang", the fist volleyed and smashed the small tree several feet away, and the dust and debris were rolled up and mixed in the green mist.

The big black man was furious, yelling and cursing, and became more cautious. The stinking Taoist swordsmanship is powerful, and he really has the ability to easily hurt him, and with the help of the phantom array, he was too passive, and heard a slight movement behind him again.

He half-turned his body and struck with the hammer, a sword light rubbed against the black hammer and pierced his shoulder blade.

"What is false is real, what is real is false", he knew that he had been fooled by a Taoist priest again, and the black hammer turned and slammed towards it halfway.

A bloody wound was drawn on his back, and he was still hit in the air.

The two of them sneaked back and forth in the magic wood formation, attacking and counterattacking, and fought extremely thrillingly. More than half a quarter of an hour passed, and there were countless potholes blown out by punches all over the vicinity, and there were no trees within tens of feet.

The big black man was wearing a tattered black battle suit, covered in blood.

He is also very skilled. All flesh wounds are sealed with witch power, and scabs can be formed in less than three breaths. Even a sword wound three inches deep in the abdomen has no effect on him. On the contrary, the more he fought, the more brave he became. , the fighting instinct became sharper.

"Come on, shrinking turtle, stab Grandpa's chest!"

The big black man simply withdrew the black hammer in his right hand and pounded his chest loudly with his fist, ignoring the interfering flying swords circling rapidly around him in the green mist. The life-and-death battle can most inspire the warrior's courage to improve. Although he is full of scars, The bottleneck is loosened, but the harvest is great.

As long as he can survive this crisis alive, he will be able to advance to one level after going back to retreat for a while.

Zhang Wenfeng was also quite embarrassed, if he was dancing on the tip of the knife, he couldn't dodge once, and received a half blow from the punch, the hat on his head was shattered, the robe on his left shoulder was torn, and his arm was sore and numb until now.

Time was running out, and he was not going to delay any longer.

As the scriptures were silently recited in his mouth, a "bell ringing curse" hit the big black man hard on the head.

Seeing the big black man's distorted face and roaring in pain, he slashed at the head of the big black man ten feet away with his expressionless face. Even though the "Bell Ringing Curse" didn't have the same effect on monks as it did on ghosts, he was still somewhat fascinated Pulling effect.

Sword supernatural power is his most powerful trick, and he will not use it easily.

The brilliant sword energy as thick as a sea bowl pulled the aura for a short time in the air, gathered momentum, tore through the illusionary wooden formation with a radius of more than fifty feet, and cut down the black man who was locked and could only raise his fists.

The vigor of the violent collision swept around, and all the fog in the vision of both sides disappeared.

The flesh and blood melted from both fists of the big black man, and the bones were exposed in an instant. The veins on his face bulged and endured the great pain. He crazily mobilized his whole body's witch power into his fists, and then surged violently to counter the opponent's shocking sword.

He tried his best to lower his cultivation base, but he also had to block this blow which was almost equivalent to a fourth-level strength.

He stared at the opponent with a blue face after the magic wood formation was broken.

"go with!"

Following Zhang Wenfeng uttered a cold word.

A golden light flashed in the air, and the next instant it pierced the previous sword wound on the black man's abdomen.

The scabbed wound is just an appearance, how can it resist the attack of Huaxu Feijian.

"Ah ah ah..."

The excruciating pain pierced his heart, and the black man couldn't help shouting anymore, his fists were no longer strong, and the sword energy poured down, his whole arm was showing bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to his shoulder. spread.

After peeling the skin and cutting the flesh, and flying the sword into his body, the black man howled miserably, knowing that he was out of luck.

He hated himself for not being able to show his abilities, and was defeated by a despicable Taoist priest with such insidious calculations. He was not reconciled. He kept his fists to resist the sword spirit, stared at the figure with his eyes, and muttered incantations in his mouth.

Zhang Wenfeng's heartstrings fluctuated subtly, he quickly slashed to the end with his sword, no matter what the result was, he stepped back lightly and bounced back, he didn't even bother to summon the flying sword that had penetrated into the big black man's body.

He knew that the Wu Clan had several self-destruction spells that would kill them all. He heard from Zhong Wenyong that there was a "blood cursed soul shadow" among them, which was particularly vicious, so he gave up a flying sword and buried it with the black man, so what?

The big black man was baptized by a wave of sword energy. Except for the protected face, which kept a little flesh and blood intact, the front part of the whole person almost became a skeleton.

He uttered an indistinct curse, and his bony fist, which was made of jade with only a little mottled color, slammed hard on the top of his head.

"Bang", blood and brain matter splashed out from the seven orifices.

A series of dull explosions sounded from the entire remnant body, violently exploding from top to bottom, subtle ripples appeared in the air, and several streaks of golden light mixed with the broken bones and shot to an unknown distance.

In the center of the explosion, there was a mass of blood shadow with a fist, from condensing to disappearing, it only took half a breath, flashing and chasing the Taoist priest fleeing to the southeast.

The soul shadow formed by burning witch power, blood essence and soul through the blood curse will catch up with the target cursed by the black man before he dies, and will never die.

Zhang Wenfeng fled hundreds of feet away, turned his head suddenly, and felt an invisible mass in the night sky staring at him.

It really is a "Blood Curse Soul Shadow", even if he has not seen it, he has noticed the clue through resentment.

He wields a sword with one hand and arranges a green wood fire on his body, trying to kill the blood-cursed soul shadow. With his left hand, he takes out several "Brightness Talisman" and "Yuqing Jiamu Shocking Thunder Talisman", but before he smashes it When the talisman was released, the invisible shadow disappeared.

In the next moment, Zhang Wenfeng felt a chill and pain in his body.

It was as if [-] grass-mud horses were running wildly in his mind, and the noise that made people want to explode caused him to have three big heads.

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(End of this chapter)