Taoist students

Chapter 96
The fingers glowing with black light were about to sink into the center of his eyebrows.

Dongfang Mo crossed the wooden sword in his hand.

"Ding!"

A few inches of nails pierced the blade of the sword, and there was a crisp and pleasant strike.

The next moment, Dongfang Mo flew upside down as if he had been hit hard.

He landed on the ground, took seven or eight steps back and then stood still.

When he looked at the old man again, his eyes were full of fear.

For some reason, seeing the old man's hunched figure, he always felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell where the strangeness was.

Just as he was meditating, he saw the old man's figure blur.

Dongfang Mo looked to his side, raised the wooden sword in his hand from bottom to top, and a sword light slashed obliquely at a position of one foot to his side.

"Oh!"

I saw that the sword light was shattered, and the old man was forced out. At this time, he still maintained the posture of five fingers forming claws, and the sword light was dissipating between his fingers.

Dongfang Mo's figure flickered, distanced himself from this person, and stamped his foot at the same time.

With the sound of puffing, dozens of hundreds of vines drilled out again from under the old man's feet, intertwined and intertwined to form a dry prison, imprisoning him.

In the next moment, hideous wooden thorns drilled out of the vines, stabbing at the whole body of the crooked old man in the middle.

The old man's arms were stretched out, his five fingers formed into claws, his figure was spinning like a top, and all the wooden thorns were torn apart.

At this time, a cloud of blue light and shadow had already condensed in front of Dongfang Mo.

With a push of his palm, thousands of wooden thorns turned into the shape of a giant sword, which came in an instant.

With a "bang", the opponent's figure was submerged by the wooden thorns in the blink of an eye.

Dongfang Mo's eyes were fixed on the front, but his expression suddenly changed in the next breath.

A hunched figure rushed out from the wooden spikes, and slapped it with a palm while it was still far away.

A dry, phantom palm print magnified bigger and bigger in his pupils.

Seeing the palm print attack, Dongfang Mo's whole body appeared a layer of seemingly weak Gang Qi.

"boom!"

But that layer of stellar energy seemed to be vulnerable to a single blow, and was shattered in an instant.

Seeing this, the old man pricked his mouth, but hesitation appeared in his eyes.

Just at this time, a blue shadow silently circled behind him, holding a pitch-black wooden sword, and stabbed at his back.

Seeing that the wooden sword was about to sink into the opponent's body, Dongfang Mo's breathing seemed a little short.

But at a critical moment, the old man suddenly turned around, grinned at him, and clapped his hands in the middle.

"Clap" sound.

The opponent's withered palms clamped the wooden sword abruptly between them.

Dongfang Mo's face turned pale with shock, he jerked back suddenly, but the wooden sword remained motionless as if it had been cast in molten iron.

At this time, the rickety old man showed a strange smile.

Pulling his hands and arms forward, Dongfang Mo felt an unmatched force coming from the wooden sword, and his body was about to be pulled closer by the old man.

At the critical moment, he let go of his palm, and resolutely dropped his sword and retreated.

It wasn't until he was a few feet away that he looked at the stooped old man with some doubts.

At this time, the old man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, and he could only see his mouth opening and closing.

After a few breaths, he grabbed the hilt of the sword, carefully placed the wooden sword in front of his eyes and swept it.

Immediately, the thumb and index finger clamped the two ends of the wooden sword like steel pliers, and under Dongfang Mo's horrified expression, he folded it forcefully.

"boom!"

The wooden sword was instantly snapped into two pieces.

In the distance, Dongfang Mo's face suddenly turned pale, and with a "wow", he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Because the wooden sword had already been refined by him, and now it was destroyed, his mind was struck by lightning.

At the same time, his eyes went dark, his mind felt tingling, and he almost passed out.

"Jingle Bell!"

At the critical moment, a bell around his waist shook, making a crisp sound.

This sound fell in his ears, like a divine voice, and his sanity became clear in an instant.

But at this moment, looking at the eyes again, there is nowhere to see the figure of the old man.

Dongfang Mo yelled in his heart that he was not good, and the next moment he felt a cold breath coming from behind him.

Turning around to look, the old man's hands were like eagle claws, grabbing his waist and abdomen.

Dongfang Mo let out a low cry, and with the crackling sound, a layer of vine armor covered his body, covering his whole body in just one breath.

The palm of the old man was like a steel knife, piercing into the rattan armor.

"Crack!"

He saw that his hands were parted from the center, and the rattan armor was torn in half in an instant.

But upon closer inspection, there was no figure of Dongfang Mo at all.

At the same time, a sound of breaking through the air came from behind him again, and as soon as the old man turned around, he saw a tightly tightened whisk being pulled towards him.

Dongfang Mo was as slippery as a loach.

The old man stretched out his palm and grabbed at Fuchen again.

But when Fusi was about to be caught by the old man, Dongfang Mo shook his wrist, and Fusi twisted around the back of his hand strangely, wrapping his arm in a snake shape.

As soon as Dongfang Moxin was overjoyed, he was about to make a move, but when the old man grabbed Fusi and pulled him suddenly, he felt an unmatched force pulling him forward again.

"I still want to do this trick."

He let out a cold snort, then shook his arm, and the fly whisk made an arching wave, easily dispelling this force.

At the same time, the whisk stretched continuously, like a spirit snake, wrapping around the old man's body firmly.

The magic power of Dongfang Mo was released like a tidal wave, and the whisk shrank instantly, making a crackling sound as the figure of this person was strangled.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But the next moment, he felt his hand loosen, and the crooked old man in the distance disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, several pieces of spiritual light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and condensed into the figure of the old man.

At this time, the crooked old man grinned to reveal an empty mouth, and also did not have any magical moves, and he simply grabbed his heart.

Dongfang Mo turned pale with shock, stomped his foot, and retreated instantly.

But the old man is like a maggot on the tarsus, with his palms tightly pressed against his chest, walking forward like a shadow.

At this moment, as long as Dongfang Mo's retreating figure paused for a moment, he would be grabbed by the old man's steel-like palm.

"Oh!"

Dongfang Mo's retreating figure suddenly bumped into a big tree.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes flashed brightly, and under a god-given opportunity, his arm vibrated and stretched in an instant, about to be inserted into his chest.

However, only a soft sound was heard, and Dongfang Mo's figure instantly disappeared into the big tree behind him.

"puff!"

The big tree that the two embraced was as fragile as a paper wall, and the old man's entire arm was stuck in it.

He took advantage of the situation and grabbed a large amount of sawdust, digging a big hole out of the tree trunk.

And Dongfang Mo's figure has long since disappeared.

The old man turned around as if feeling something, and saw a figure standing out from another tree.

Just as he was about to make a move, a few arm-thin vines suddenly emerged from the big tree in front of him, and the vines instantly entangled his body.

The old man shook his body and easily broke the vine.

But at this moment, there was a sudden violent mana fluctuation above his head.

"Crash!"

And the big tree in front of him began to tremble.

When I looked up, I only heard the rustling sound of the leaves, and then straightened instantly, and a shiny luster flashed on the leaves.

The next moment, the leaves of the trees stood upright, turned into sharp blades, and shot from top to bottom.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The dense leaves like raindrops obliterated the old man's figure in a blink of an eye.

It turned out that Dongfang Mo escaped into the tree trunk before and took the opportunity to inject the two condensed vitality into it.Walking around behind the old man, he immediately used the Dacheng Wooden Thorn Technique that blended with vitality.

Wooden thorns are ever-changing. If he casts them out of thin air, with his powerful mana, he can condense thousands of wooden thorns.

But if it is performed with the wood spirit, it will be different.

At the beginning, he was only at the fourth level of cultivation, and the wood thorn technique was only at the small level, but it was enough to inspire thousands of bamboo leaves to turn into wood thorns, forcing Zhao Wuji, who was much higher than his cultivation level, into a mess.

At this time, with the help of this tree, tens of thousands of leaf blades fell from the sky.

Just that momentum is enough to make people retreat three feet.

There was only a sound of sharp piercing into the flesh.

When the leaves fell, the old man's figure was no longer in place.

Dongfang Mo's heartstrings were tense, and he was always paying attention to everything around him.

Just when he was extremely vigilant, he saw a flash of light beside him.

Dongfang Mo had been prepared for a long time, and drew Fuchen in his hand without even thinking about it.

"Huh!"

As soon as the aura had condensed into shape, the whisk was drawn on him.

In the next moment, Dongfang Mo's eyes widened.

It was as if the whisk was drawn above the flowers in the mirror, water and the moon, there was a ripple in the figure of the old man, and the whisk passed through.

"Spiritual body!"

Dongfang Mo exclaimed, and finally realized that something was wrong.

No wonder the old man didn't use any magic weapon, and he didn't even activate the magic technique. It turns out that he is just a spiritual body. If he activates the magic technique or uses the magic weapon, it will definitely consume his own spiritual power. , its body will dissipate.

So he just uses the power condensed into flesh.

But as if the old man hadn't heard his words, he grabbed his arm, and Dongfang Mo could barely see an afterimage passing by.

At the critical moment, he only had time to turn his body slightly sideways.

"Pfft!"

Even so, a bloody wound was still scratched on his waist.

Suddenly, a piercing pain came.And the next moment, the old man's withered palm was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and it was about to cover his face.

A cunning flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and when he raised his arm, a black light flashed in the cuff.

The black light was extremely fast, piercing the old man's palm in an instant, before the old man had time to react, after the black light penetrated the palm, it directly entered the center of his eyebrows.

Dongfang Mo's arm trembled, instantly crushing the ray of consciousness in the old man's brow.

"Bar Bar!"

The old man puffed his mouth, looked at Dongfang Mo with an inexplicable coldness in his eyes, and then his figure completely disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo heaved a long sigh of relief.

With a twist of his palm, he hid a piece of naked object in his cuff.

This thing is the strangely shaped long whip taken from Gongsun Yu's hand, and its power is really impressive.

Just as Dongfang Mo took a breath, he felt the flames in the distance, accompanied by a violent mana fluctuation.

There was a cold light in his eyes, and his figure flickered towards the distance.

(End of this chapter)