Taoist chanting

Chen Zhong gritted his teeth, his face tightened, and he slowly poured energy into the jade talisman held in his left hand. Golden lights leaked out from the gaps between his fingers, dyeing the entire palm with flickering golden light.

With his current cultivation base, using the Hundred Thorns Golden Talisman needs to be activated in advance, and the longer the preparation time, the more powerful it will be.

The two figures in the air were fighting fast, sword light and fist strength intertwined, and the afterimage was shot out the next moment. The circle of the two of them in the sky above the small town became bigger and bigger. Cut off, the aftermath of the strong wind completely razed the entire town to the ground.

Chen Zhong's entire left hand turned golden, but he didn't find a chance to make a move.

Sweat rolled down from his forehead, blue veins appeared, and the wound burst and blood flowed horizontally. He has fully activated the Hundred Thorns Golden Talisman now, and if he doesn't punch it out, he will soon lose control.

"Wait a little longer, hold on!"

Ge Xiaoxing was also in a hurry, so he ordered through sound transmission.

The figures of the two people in the sky changed too quickly, making their eyes dazzled, and it would be a waste of help if one waited too long.

The water is as clear as the eyes are sore, when the eyesight is about to decline, facing the aggressive attack of the man in the bamboo hat, he stabs with a sword,
The sword edge drew a subtle angle in the air, stabbing all the way along the left fist that the man in the bamboo hat was resisting. "Crunch. Pop" rubbed and made a rough and piercing sound, and the sword pierced the man's left chest.

Her left fist, which had been tucked in her sleeve all the time, slammed fiercely.

"Bang", the two fists collided violently in the air, stacking force on top of each other, even though it was only one blow, there was a series of explosive noises, Shui Qingru used his strength to withdraw his sword and dodge back in the burst of force.

She is a martial artist, she will not be single-minded when fighting, and can take advantage of all advantages.

The bamboo hat on the man's head was blown to pieces, revealing a barren bald head, and he couldn't stand the force of the female warrior's sudden punch, he couldn't help but staggered back more than ten feet, the sword wound on his left chest was bleeding profusely, hehe He shouted: "Sword skills are not good, but this boxing technique is quite interesting!"

Chen Zhong below waved his left hand two miles to the north, and a golden streak flashed in the air.

"Jiu Jiu Jiu", it turned into countless golden arrows in the next moment, and shot through the air three feet away from the bald man. The timing of this sneak attack was just right.

Chen Zhong's legs were trembling and he couldn't hold on any longer. He sat down on the ground and fixed his eyes on the bald man.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, that man was clearly a monk, with ring scars on his head, and his breath could not be hidden. He was an authentic Buddhist practitioner of Buddhism, why did he take advantage of the fire to deal with them?
But in the chaotic place of the Duxian Islands, once they fight, even the other teams from the Eastern Continent will do their best to destroy them first, and wait for the reason to survive.

The bald man clasped his fists together, his momentum was like a wave of fists and his shadow was like a mountain, "bang bang bang", there was a continuous burst of explosions.

The golden light splashed and rained in the night sky, and the man was still head-to-head, stepping back again and again.

Ge Xiaoxing pushed the formation with both hands into the air, and the swirling khaki and golden light fog on the ground turned into a long roaring dragon, rushing forward in a meandering way, and pounced fiercely when the man had no time to look at him.

Shui Qingru already knew the opponent's heels through the collision of punches. He was a junior disciple of the magic weapon monk of the Tianchan Stone Temple in the vast mainland, and the number of superimposed powers was in the same line.

She has been "taught by example" by the magic weapon monk's fist, and she has also figured out the meaning of folding fist.

At present, she can punch three times, which is comparable to that monk. However, her body is not as tempered as the monk, and the fist of her left hand is bloody and bloody, revealing white joints.

Chen Zhong and Ge Xiaoxing seized the opportunity to drive the monk back, so that she could store her sword for a while, put her left hand on the hilt, hold the sword tightly with both hands, and perform Jiugong steps to leap tens of feet away, facing the trapped The monk who was attacking by the formation struck fiercely.

The monk deliberately belittled her mediocre swordsmanship and promoted her boxing skills.

She was filled with indignation because of the same virtues as that of the magic treasure monk back then. In her heart, the master existed like a god-man, aloof and could not be humiliated.

The three sword shadows overlapped instantly, turning into a bright lightsaber.

The monk was so fierce that his fist shadows were like

The wheels turned, and the attack was swift and violent, just in time to defeat the attacks launched by Chen Zhong and Ge Xiaoxing one after another. He had already retreated three miles away, half of his body was soaked in blood, and he shouted: "Vajra Fist Seal, go!"

The two fists staggered upwards, and the golden fist shadow was divided into three layers, colliding with the bright lightsaber.

The light burst out like two scorching suns, illuminating half of the night sky.

The monk laughed and threw it into the distance, out of the attack range of the three of them. He was seriously injured, and his aura became more and more high, showing the late third-order cultivation. He stood still in the air, separated from the indifferent-faced female martial artist. Looking at each other for a few miles, he said: "My name is Xia Houzi, a lay disciple of Tianchan Stone Temple, your last sword strike is a bit interesting, but unfortunately you only have the strength of one sword strike, so it is meaningless to strike again."

"How is the treasure master?"

The water is as clear as a sword, and greets you coldly.

"Master Uncle is very good, but occasionally I think about you, which annoys me a bit."

The lay monk named Xia Houzi suddenly remembered that he had nothing to do, took out a dusty bag from his tattered cuff, threw it to the woman in the distance, and said: "Uncle Shi caught a cub of 'Thunder Beast' on his journey, I said I would give it to you, so I volunteered to make a trip, and that’s about it.”

After the monk finished speaking, he fled to the northern sea without turning his head, and disappeared into the night after a few ups and downs.

The water was as clear as a sword reaching out to catch the big leather bag with her fist. She was expressionless and did not open the bag to check immediately. She scanned the surroundings to make sure that there were no monks lurking nearby for several miles, and then she slowly fell to the ground where the fog was much thinner. .

"Strengthen protection, I need to meditate for two hours."

Shui Qingru flicked the sword in his hand, threw the gray bag aside, sat on the dusty floor like this, with the sword across his legs, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing skills, the last sword was still in the groping stage, it was not perfect, so he used it rashly It made her unable to continue, and her true energy was almost exhausted.

Her supernatural powers were exhausted so much that her eyes were almost blind, and her brain seemed to burst from pain.

She endured all the pain silently, and the breath on her body became colder and harsher.

Chen Zhong watched worriedly for a while, with a dignified expression on his face, stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, moved more than ten feet away, not to disturb Junior Sister Shui's cultivation, and scolded the monk in his heart, you are a fucking errand giver , What kind of frame is it to take advantage of the fire to rob and fight, do you know etiquette?

He saw that the situation of the junior sister was not optimistic.

Ge Xiaoxing spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, that monk was too damn powerful, combined with the power of the three of them, he only severely injured the monk, but failed to kill him, the monk was fatal, but I guess it was enough for the monk to endure If you want to leave the scene and leave, why don't you try to get closer?
In the silence of the night, Ge Xiaoxing dragged his tired body and continued to insert a circle of formation flags outside.

There are two more days to celebrate the new year.

There is no New Year's atmosphere in this ghost place.

He and his troubled brother Chen Zhong can lie on the bed, brag and joke comfortably, drink some wine, and don't have to go out to eat and sleep in the open.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.

Guanzhu Zhang wore a formal Taoist robe and led the crowd to preside over the grand ceremony for the fourth batch of disciples to join the mountain gate. When he returned to the side hall, a flying sword that he received yesterday appeared in his hand, and he rubbed his face with a thoughtful expression.

Chen Zhong, who was tens of thousands of miles away, reported that Shui Qingru's evil spirit was too strong, and if it continued, it might lead to major incidents, so please make up your mind.