dream bubble

Chapter 341 Intercounting 8
It was still the same world full of fire, and the two Taoists trapped inside were still fighting left and right, Zhang Yunke was going crazy, if he couldn't get out in a short time, it would be their turn to be unlucky.

At this moment, there was a sudden wave of light, and figures appeared one by one.

Zhang Yunke and Li Kecheng stopped their hands. The two of them felt uneasy and full of doubts. To be honest, they couldn't figure out why it took so little time to finish the fight over there?
But when they saw their two companions also popping up from the void, and standing behind a young man with their hands down, their minds went blank.

This was even more beyond their expectations, and at the same time made them even more ashamed.

In their minds, even if the enemy is outnumbered, it is impossible to decide the winner quickly. Even if the winner is decided, both sides will suffer. At least one or two of those great witches will be lost, even if they turn around to reinforce this side , and there should be no chance to win the two of them.

But at this moment, the opponent not only fought quickly, but also did not lose the slightest loss, and even subdued their two companions, and now it was eight against two.

"Two brothers, you..." Zhang Yunke didn't know what to say.

"Brother Daoist Zhang, I've offended you." The Daoist surnamed Qi was very helpless, he took out a scroll and threw it out suddenly.

As soon as the scroll was rolled, it immediately turned into an ink dragon.

Zhang Yunke didn't want to think too much, Jian Guang turned to kill the black dragon, and flew around the black dragon more than ten times in the blink of an eye.

The sharp sword light drew sword marks on Mo Long's body, chopping the Mo Long to pieces in the blink of an eye.

But that dragon was not real, its body was between the real and the empty, although it was cut open by the sword light, it was just a cloud of smoke, and it returned to its original shape in a blink of an eye, and it opened its teeth and claws to kill Zhang Yunke.

"Are you really fighting?" Zhang Yunke glared angrily. He originally thought that even if the two Taoist monarchs on the opposite side were captured, they would not really have to fight him. He didn't expect that this blow would not hold back at all.

While speaking, this sword cultivator didn't stop, he turned back and forth like lightning, the speed was not much slower than the sword light he emitted, and the black dragon couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Li Kecheng had already pushed aside, and he was also dodging, but he had a different style, stepping on a magic circle, disappearing from one side, and then emerging from the other.

"Scatter it for me." Qi Wenruo pointed at Mo Long.

It was as if a glob of ink had fallen into the water and quickly dispersed, and the ink dragon also dispersed, turning into countless much darker ink dragons dancing around in the air in an instant.

"Daoist Qiu, don't you plan to make a move?" Xie Xiaoyu asked another old Taoist with a smile on his face.

But in the eyes of that veteran, this is definitely the last smile he wants to see.

"Follow orders." The old Taoist sighed, and grabbed Zhang Yunke Lingkong who was in the distance.

Zhang Yunke suddenly felt his hair stand on end, and then he felt the surroundings of his body become stagnant.

In the world of monks, there is no such thing as the strongest and the weakest, but more about mutual restraint. Sword cultivators are indeed stronger than ordinary monks, but they also have opponents who have headaches.

This veteran is a pure qi trainer, and he only practiced a mouthful of Hunyuan Zhenqi, and did not practice any spells or profound arts.

There were a lot of Qi trainers like this before the Shinto catastrophe, they were all for longevity and had nothing but longevity, but after the Shinto catastrophe there were not many, because they had almost no fighting power.

However, if you can cultivate to the realm of Daojun, you will have the power to destroy the world with every gesture. It is impossible to have no combat power at all, but the lethality is limited.

At this moment, the spell used by the old Taoist is called Hunyuan Yiqi Grabbing Hand. This is definitely the simplest and most basic spell. It is one of the first spells practiced by every monk. The old Taoist used it in his hand, and with a grasp, the blue light condensed and solidified together with the space.

The so-called turning decay into magic refers to this.

The simpler the spell, the faster the attack. Hunyuan Yiqi Grabbing Hand is the simplest spell, so the speed of the attack is also the fastest, even faster than the flying sword.

It takes at least a split second for the flying sword to go back and forth, and Hunyuan's one-handed capture hand is not needed at all. A random grab here will condense the space on the other side, without the slightest delay. Instead, it freezes in one piece, making it impossible for people to hide.

Zhang Yunke is indeed strong enough.

At the very moment, this guy's body turned translucent, and he forcibly escaped from the blue light.

But he was faster, the other side was faster, the snake shadow transformed by Luo Lao had already arrived in front of him.

This snake is not a real snake, it is just a shadow. The snake's mouth is fully opened, and it has a radius of several acres, and there is an endless void inside the snake's mouth.

Zhang Yunke's translucent figure suddenly became lighter.

Others don't know the mystery of it, but he himself understands the power of it best.

In the past, once he entered the state of the sword body, no one could hurt him. This was his greatest reliance, but at this moment he felt that his body was melting.

"Ah——" Zhang Yunke let out a roar, and his flying sword exploded instantly.

The tinkling sound of metal breaking swayed in all directions, the sharp and piercing sound was surprisingly lethal, and the projections of those big witches were instantly shattered.

At the same time, a crack suddenly appeared in mid-air, and Zhang Yunke's small body had already slipped out. He could no longer care about others, and only wanted to escape.

It's a pity that before his chest came out, he felt that his body was completely frozen, and a magic circle was placed on him at some point.

"You—" Zhang Yunke turned over and glared at his companion in the gossip robe in the distance.

"Brother Dao, I have no other choice. I have finally cultivated to become a Daoist Lord. I definitely don't want to die. But I didn't intend to attack you, but you left me and ran away alone. You are not benevolent first, so don't blame me for being unrighteous." "Li Daojun was a little weak at first, but gradually his confidence became stronger and stronger.

"When did you defect?" Zhang Yunke's face was extremely ugly. He had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't expect to be stabbed in the back by his companion.

"Mayim sent me a voice transmission as soon as he came out, asking me if I wanted to know what happened there? So I know what happened to Lao Qiu, and I also know what kind of conditions the other side asked them to surrender. I'm sorry, I don't want to die." Li Kecheng said helplessly, his eyes looked so indifferent.

(End of this chapter)