Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 198 Bifoni

Wumu old man fled quickly.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped dozens of miles away.

His Taoist companion, Jiao Po, insisted on kidnapping the nun to fight against Fang Dushu, but he didn't have such thoughts. He thought that together with Jiao Po, he was no match for Fang Dushu, a late monk.

So the moment Qingqing made a move, he resolutely withdrew from the battlefield, and sincerely hoped that Jiao Po could show her might and delay Qingqing and Fang Dushu for a little more time, so as to give him a good chance to escape.

But this is just wishful thinking on his part.

When he fled thirty miles away, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and Fang Dushu landed in front of him with a cloud, blocking his way forward.

"What are you doing running so fast? Don't you want your old wife?"

Fang Dushu's words revealed sarcasm.

Wu Musou didn't agree, looked at Fang Dushu silently for a moment, raised his hand and smashed it, and threw a green bead under his feet, bursting a cloud of dense blue mist, instantly spreading tens of feet away, covering him The shape is completely covered.

He planned to use the poisonous mist to weaken Fang Dushu's supernatural power first.

Wumu Sou was practicing in the city, and he failed to enter the sect all his life. It is conceivable that his aptitude is not good.

"This is the stabbing sword Demon Cauldron! Seven swords stabbing in succession, one sword is more powerful than one sword, even if your body is made of oracle bones, you will still be pierced by one sword!"

He thought that Fang Dushu would dodge first.

His voice spread out from the fog: "I have retreated again and again, and you still don't want to give up. Since you can't escape, then do it."

The supernatural powers of the bone cage are strange and unpredictable. Seeing that the dharma body was taken away, Jiao Po was at a loss for what to do. When she was panicking, Qingqing had already used the divine bell to suppress her firmly, so that she had no thoughts and opportunities to attack the nun. .

puff!puff!puff!
The flying sword kept piercing his chest and piercing his chest, making him like a target full of arrows, bleeding profusely all over his body.

The green mist outside his body exuded a pungent stench, and it was highly poisonous. This is a kind of poison poisoning technique he learned from Wan Gu. The tripod can also cause monks to be dizzy and confused, and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

He couldn't help being startled, what kind of external skill is that dragon body, it can take away the bell.

He immediately withdrew from the poisonous fog, sat cross-legged on the sand, flicked his sleeves, and hung a bloody square tripod, "Sacrifice!"

He could only resist forcefully, but the mystery of the stabbing sword cauldron is that the seven swords get stronger as they stab. If the first sword can't be blocked, let alone the remaining six swords.

Turning around suddenly, a cloud of mist storm was set off and swept towards Fang Dushu.

At this point, the connection between Seven Swords and his mind was broken instantly.

He didn't think that Seven Swords could turn against him, so he took out a soft silver pouch and prepared to take Feijian back so that he could use it again for himself.

He realized that he had been hit in the heart, and he was already dying.

At this time, Qingqing was by her side.

Unexpectedly, Fang Dushu didn't move when the poisonous mist rolled in front of him, but there was a layer of green scales on his skin, which shone slightly, like some kind of external kung fu.

Earlier, Qingqing drove Youwangzuo to transform the bone cage, and at the same time took back the dharma bodies of Jiao Po and the nun, causing the spirits and souls of both of them to come out of the body.

Wu Musou was wondering whether the poisonous mist could penetrate this layer of green scales. He saw that Fang Dushu's body suddenly changed into a blue dragon. The body of the dragon stretched out and stretched more than ten feet long. , the poisonous mist has shown signs of collapsing.

Jiao Po's body collapsed at her feet.

Wu Musou spat out a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes, and died on the spot. He did not die in peace. In the past, the Wujiao family destroyed the Fang family, and now the Fang family is coming to take revenge. meaning.

But he never imagined that when his lance stabbed in front of Fang Dushu, Jiao's mouth opened violently and swallowed the flying sword in one gulp.

The nun stood by unharmed.

He stabbed one sword, Fang Dushu swallowed the sword, as if chewing food, swallowed all seven swords into his stomach.

His cultivation level was already low, but now he is alone. After Jiao Po loses, he thinks that he will definitely be surrounded, and the situation will be even more deadly.

He couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, Jiaolong is good at anti-poison defense, he tried to win the first place with poison attack, but it was impossible to win the battle.

Wu Musou was critically injured and had lost the ability to think. He followed the words: "Then who are you?"

Just as the huge dragon body was revealed in the air, Wumu Sou's attack had already started. He raised his arm violently and pushed forward, and the seven swords in front of him shot towards the dragon body as if they had heard a call.

His heart became more and more heavy, and he was about to take the magic weapon again, and continue to start a new round of confrontation with Jiaoju, but he saw that Jiao's mouth was reopened suddenly, and the seven swords were spit out in one breath, and they attacked him in a row.

As Wu Musou began to cast the spell, the blood cauldron instantly disintegrated into smoke, and then quickly condensed into seven flying swords. The seven swords were connected end to end to form a bead shape.

Fang Dushu paused every word: "My surname is Fang, and I was born in Shangfang City."

At this time, Fang Dushu transformed into a flood dragon, swung its tail and dispersed the poisonous mist.

But when the Seven Swords came to him, the strength of the sword was beyond his imagination. The first sword directly pierced the silver bag, and with a bang, it pierced into his shoulder.

However, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. If Fang Dushu's dragon transformation did not evolve from an oracle bone, then he might have a chance of winning.

Although he had studied the "True Method of Stabbing the Sword", he could not fully release the supernatural power of the sword-piercing cauldron, so he clamored to pierce the oracle bone, but he was actually bluffing.

Under the pain, he wanted to dodge and escape, but the other six swords were already close at hand, and there was no chance to escape.

Fang Dushu didn't show any mercy because of his calmness, he slammed his head fiercely, shaking him into a ball of blood, and then flew to Qingqing's position with seven swords.

If you don't understand Zhong Dingwen enough, your sword power will be greatly reduced.

When Jiaolong flew over and came in front of him, he gasped weakly and whispered unwillingly: "What supernatural power are you using?"

Fang Dushu opened his mouth and said to him, "You should ask, who am I?"

Wu Musou did not exaggerate what he said. The sword-throwing tripod does have the miraculous effect of increasing the strength of the sword, but there is a prerequisite for this, that is, the essence of the tripod writing of the sword-throwing tripod must be thoroughly grasped, and the "True Method of Sword-throwing" must be thoroughly grasped.

In order to prevent being besieged, he decided to attack Fang Dushu and make a quick decision in order to gain a chance of life.

At this time, the nun's soul had already recovered, and she had already asked Fang Dushu's identity.

She saw Fang Dushu flying back and approaching her, the dragon disintegrated in mid-air and turned into a cloud of blue mist, Fang Dushu's real body jumped out of the blue mist and landed in front of her.

The blue mist shrank rapidly, condensed into a piece of oracle bone, and fell into Fang Dushu's palm.

The nun didn't wait for him to stand still, and knelt down on the ground: "My nephew heard from senior Qingqing that my uncle is a virtuous son, and my nephew's father is Fang Xianliang. When he fled to Xiaoyuan Temple with his nephew, he was seriously injured. He died soon after, when my nephew was only six years old, he went to Xiaoyuan Temple to become a monk, and took the dharma name Bi Fang, his real name did not follow the clan rules, only a nickname Bier."

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