Taoist chanting

Chapter 473 An opponent without a master style

"Haha, Guanzhu, you made a big commotion in the Great Liang Dynasty more than two months ago. We have heard about it in Xianlingguan. This is the real person Zhu Xun of Yulongguan. He has repeatedly told me that when you come back, he I want to pick you up myself."

Tu Kun was still dressed in a scumbag, he smiled and loudly introduced the young man who came with him from a long distance away.

The masters of the witch tribe from the Great Liang Dynasty dispatched all their troops to deploy defenses in Dongping Prefecture and searched for Zhang Wenfeng everywhere. The spies from the Da'an Dynasty immediately sent the news to the Daolu Branch of Chongzhou after they got the news.

After receiving the letter, the Metropolitan Daolu Academy immediately arranged for experts from all states to gather in Chongzhou to prepare for the response.

After receiving the letter again, he quickly dispatched some people to the edge of the Luobaoling forest at the southwest end, and fought several times with the masters of the Wu tribe who set up ambushes. Did not get a response, had to return one after another.

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands: "Don't dare to be ashamed, please trouble Daoist Zhu and the two Taoist priests..."

He walked with Monk Fayuan for three days, and the monk was well informed. He had already found out that there were two newly promoted fourth-rank Golden Core Realm monks in Da'an Dynasty, and one of them was Yulongguan Zhu Xun.

Yulong Temple, Tianlong Temple, Panlong Temple and Chongtian Temple are the foundation of the Taoist sects of the Da'an Dynasty, and their inheritance is extremely long.

The Taoist, who is at the helm of the Daolu Academy, must come from the four major sects, regardless of the level of cultivation.

Zhu Xun suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

The mahogany sword behind him turned into a dark red light, and shot towards a mountain seven or eight miles away to the southwest. He stepped forward, and his figure flashed, blocking the crimson flame that was shooting at Guanzhu Zhang, and threw his fist at it. .

Two days ago, Zhang Wenfeng received a message from a spy in Daliang via Chongzhou that Zhang Wenfeng killed Guan Nan and two other third-rank witch cultivators at Yulou Gate by himself. It doesn't matter if you wait a few days before you come to Modao County.

That Guanzhu Zhang who only heard his voice but never met him was really too brave.

Guan Nan's combat strength ranks third among the Wu Clan of the Great Liang Dynasty. Except for Zhou Zhi and Mu Lihua, who are fourth-order, the late third-rank Wuwu fighters are the most capable and fierce fighters. lives, and even more wounded.

Zhang Guanzhu avenged the deceased as soon as he made a move, the more exciting news like this, the better.

He would never allow the pillars of the Daan Chao Dao Sect, the meritorious ministers who had been given the "black blood must kill order" by the great elders of the Da Liang Chao, to have an accident on the way back, of course he would come to escort him.

Sure enough, the fourth-tier masters of the Wu Clan disregarded their shame and started a secret assassination.

"Bang", the shadow of the fist smashed the condensed flame, and the light and fire burst into flames. A few sparks flew into the air, turning into a three-foot-long flame spear, dragging a fire shadow in the air, stabbing three miles away as fast as lightning Zhang Wenfeng.

The rest of the scattered sparks ignited a raging fire, forming a fire net to block Zhu Xun in the blink of an eye.

"I come!"

Tu Kun, who fell behind, waved his hand, and a touch of gold disappeared in the sunlight, and when he reappeared, he bumped into the flaming short spear.

He spent a lot of time cultivating and nurturing his natal flying sword, which is quite different from the flying sword that the temple master can discard at any time. His flying sword is "purity is beautiful, and qi is good", and its attack speed has reached the level of mind movement. When the sword comes out, it initially possesses the ability to escape from the sky.

"Chicha", the golden flying sword split the flaming short spear into two, without force.

The speed of the chiyu spear head in front shot faster, and the spear body in the back slammed in the opposite direction, sending the flying sword, which was slightly slower in speed, flying obliquely. Such a change made Tu Kun in the distance smile wryly. Because he didn't recover, of course his vision was still there. The assassinated fourth-level witch cultivator discarded a powerful magic weapon and resolved their obstacles one by one under deliberate calculations.

The two beside him were monks from the Daolu Academy brought by Zhu Xun. In a hurry, they were separated by several miles, and even using magic weapons could not keep up with the assassination of the spearhead.

Of course, he believes that with Guanzhu's ability, there is nothing to worry about. He just wants to share a part or two for Guanzhu.

For a long-distance attack of seven or eight miles, even with the fourth-level ability, the fire spear doesn't have much power left.

The donkey took aim at the approaching fire spear and slammed it diagonally. It didn't have time to turn around and kick.

The spearhead jumped abruptly, the donkey's huge body knocked six or seven feet away, hit the empty space, and almost missed the brakes.

Zhang Wenfeng had already drawn his sword in his hand, and he performed the "Sword Grinding Stance", the light of the sword bloomed like a flower, and the cold light scattered for Zhang Xu, and the water couldn't get in.

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't bear it anymore, he stepped back to defuse the huge impact force, and continued to swing his sword to defeat the flames that followed everywhere.

"Hide!"

Zhu Xun tore through the wall of fire that blocked him and flew over, still one step too late.

Across the barrier of sword light, Zhang Wenfeng's body was on fire strangely, it was a strange purple red and black flame.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person was burned, distorted like a living creature, and looked extremely weird and terrifying.

Zhang Wenfeng's body fluctuated with a thin green-gold brilliance, which blocked the burning of the strange fire. The magical power of the "Blue Light Reflection Curse" he cast was so weak that he was unable to resist the melee fists or weapon attacks of the martial artist, so that he was imprisoned and punched last time. Injury, but it is quite effective against weird witchcraft.

He retracted his sword and recited scriptures silently, and the invisible golden light washed away like water.

Zhu Xun and Tu Kun rushed over one after another, but before they could make a move, the distorted purple-black flames on Zhang Guanzhu's body howled indistinctly from top to bottom, extinguished abruptly, and emitted a strange stench, which was very unpleasant.

Zhang Wenfeng dispelled the smell with a wave of his hand, the assassin was deliberate, the real killing move was this strange purple-black soul fire, what kind of fire spear, splitting into two is the appearance of paralyzing him.

Fortunately, he is not afraid of strange witchcraft attacks. If he were a monk in the free state, he would be doomed.

The difference in cultivation level makes it difficult to resist the soul fire entering the body.

Ten miles away in the sky, a young man with a flame pattern on his forehead appeared, and the four-foot-long mahogany flying sword had already returned through the air.

Zhu Xun reached out and grabbed the overgrown flying sword, stared at the lazy man, and said, "Zhou Zhi, it's rare for us to meet each other. Choosing a date is worse than bumping into it. How about some tricks?"

The young man waved his hand and said with a smile: "In the future, I've had a good time today, so there's no point in playing any more."

He couldn't see that Zhu Xun wanted to use the name to hold him back, and then do such despicable things as siege and beating him. He is not a reckless man with a lack of brain and long muscles, so he won't be fooled.

He waved his hand at the overflowing river in the distance, and said with a smile: "Miss Water God, come to the Wu Clan as a guest if you have time, whichever river in the Wu Clan's territory is interesting, just take it."

After gaining face, he also made a sneak attack, and lost a powerful treasure. The young man was as normal as anyone else, and flew backwards in a very disheveled manner.

As one of the current top experts of the Wu Clan, he didn't break the rules if he didn't break into the territory of the Da'an Dynasty.

In the wild, if you want to fight with him, you have to stop him first.

The river fell silently and quickly.

Zhu Xun frowned slightly. He had seen Zhou Zhi's portrait and looked through files about the other party. This was the first time he had met him. Compared with the information collected by the spies, he made initial contact with him and felt that this person was difficult to deal with.

The means are insidious, shameless, without the demeanor of a master.

Such an opponent is terrifying!
If he doesn't come today, things won't go well, he's not a man of manners.

Turning around to look at Zhang Guanzhu, who was completely intact, he praised: "Zhang Guanzhu is well-deserved of his reputation, and his methods are brilliant. With a wave of his hand, he can dissolve the poisonous soul fire invisible! Let that Zhou Zhi return without success."

He deliberately read all the information about the famous Guanzhu Zhang in front of him, including the former goddess of water, who caused a big incident in the territory of the Wu tribe in Daliang Dynasty. The Goddess of Water has a very close relationship with Zhang Guanzhu, not just because of her one-year cultivation in Xianling Temple.

Otherwise, he would not take a big risk and expend his divine power to escort Guanzhu Zhang back.

This information is very important. The water god empress, who has a bad relationship with the witch clan, may be able to win over through Guanzhu Zhang. Even if it fails, the relationship cannot be broken.

Zhang Wenfeng bowed his hands and said a few words of humility.

The group chatted and flew north.

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(End of this chapter)