Taoist chanting

Traveling through the mountains and forests, the wild animals and little monsters I encountered stared blankly, neither escaping nor launching a sneak attack.

In their eyes, they only saw a human-shaped tree running fast in the dark forest. By the time they figured out that it was actually a human being, the human had already disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng walked a hundred miles along the zigzag river, and came to the main vein of Luobaoling. It was already dark.

Turning to the northeast direction, it is only about three hundred miles away from Da'an territory.

While walking, he saw a strange figure covered in a black robe and cloak, coming out of a tree hole. Zhang Wenfeng didn't see the anger on the other person, and immediately realized that it was a witch cultivator puppet.

There are low-level witch cultivators in ambush nearby, so be patient.

With a vertical leap under his feet, "slap", he slapped the puppet that wanted to send a signal to the ground, and carried it to the east. Lord, there can't be too many Tier [-]... There are always people who are not willing to be reconciled.

The crescent moon rises, illuminating the wilderness forest more and more serenely.

Hearing the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky more than ten miles away, he had already considered clearly that the fortune tellers and many masters of the Wu tribe wanted to come here, which was much farther than when he returned to Da'an territory, so he bumped into Wu Xiu. Tier [-] and Tier [-], just kill it, no big deal.

He is like a fish in water in the woods, his body is shrouded in a light green aura, and he walks in silence.

Suddenly, I heard a menacing cry from far away, followed by shouts from the other two directions, one after another, coming towards this direction, as if emboldened by each other, Zhang Wenfeng threw away the puppet casually, "Plop", the puppet fell apart .

He chose a big tree thirty feet away, flew into the branches and leaves, and completely concealed his figure.

That being the case, he made a ready-made trap to get rid of the chasing guy.

After a while, five figures drove the three puppets to come here vigilantly. When they saw the wreckage of the puppets, they did a little inspection. One of them quickly issued three summons to inform the three masters that it was an unfamiliar third-order The monk killed the puppet. As for whether the target appeared, the three of them had to come to confirm.

A young Wuxiu in white robes arrived first, and just when he squatted down to check, a sudden change occurred.

A golden light flashed in the air, directly hitting the back of the white-robed witch Xiu's neck.

"How courageous! It really is you!"

The white-robed sorcerer stood up from the ground, and the blade was dazzling under the moonlight.

"Dang", sparks splashed out from the sneak attacking flying sword, and it flew backwards and turned at an incomparably fast speed. With two "chi chi", it cut the necks of two monks who were unable to react in time, and slashed at the other three monks who were frantically waving their swords. kill.

At the same time, a beam of sword light, like a flying rainbow, pierced through the branches and leaves, and shot towards the chest of the white-robed witch Xiu through a distance of thirty feet like an immortal guiding the way.

The white-robed shaman had heard of his opponent's formidable power, although he had a lot of disbelief in his heart, when he met on a narrow road at this time, facing this ordinary flat stab, he was actually terrified and had a creepy feeling.

The simple and flawless flat stab seems to have no choice but to block him hard.

And the opponent was hiding so close, he just glanced with his spiritual sense and didn't find any clues.

The narrow knife in his hand slashed forward from the back, the blade was shining brightly, and countless shadows of the knife emerged. He had already pinched a piece of talisman with his left hand, and a layer of phantom battle armor appeared on his body.

Go all out and do a desperate fight.

In fact, he doesn't like close combat very much, and there is no way out at this time.

Jian Guang went forward without hesitation, and when he was about to collide with Dao Ying, his speed suddenly increased, and his angle changed subtly.

"Tch", the sword light miraculously brushed the saber's middle palace and went straight, piercing the chest of the phantom battle armor with lightning speed.

Whether you have mental calculations or not, you can see the difference with one sword.

"Brother Wu, we are here, hold on!"

The gray-clothed man flying from the south yelled, seeing the white-robed witch Xiu being stabbed by a guy wearing a bamboo hat, his body was full of brilliance, and he was stabbed back and forth. With a wave of the sword, he attacked the daring guy from the side and rear.

Zhang Wenfeng stabbed the white-robed witch Xiu with a sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed forward with small continuous small movements.

This is the swordsmanship experience he realized from practicing swords in the water.

It seems to be just a sword, but the strength of the sword can be superimposed. Wave after wave, the continuous force attack makes the opponent unable to escape, and destroys the opponent's powerful defense under continuous attacks.

He reached out with his left hand, held another magic sword taken out from the receiving space, and swung it casually, resisting the sword attack of the man in gray.

The white-robed witch was under great pressure, sweat rolled down his forehead, he tried his best to improve the defense of the phantom armor, and he never had time to hit the talisman in his left hand.

"Bang", the strength of the sword tip was superimposed, and finally broke through the acme of the phantom armor, and the sword energy pierced the chest of the white-robed witch.

The surging force destroyed the vitality in the body of the white-robed witch cultivator. A golden light that harvested a few lives was shot from the ground into the back of the defenseless witch cultivator's neck. The scream was blocked in his mouth.

Zhang Wenfeng stomped on his feet, and turned twice in the air, avoiding a violent explosion of flames and air waves.

He appeared at a distance of ten feet to the left of the gray-clothed man, brandishing his two swords, using two types of swordsmanship, his figure turned into an afterimage in the night to kill the retreating man.

Chapter 467 as you wish!

The gray-clothed man raised his hands, and the gray mist rushed towards his face, spreading into a large area, and there were little fireflies flickering in the moonlight.

Zhang Wenfeng knew that the mist emitted by the man implied something strange and sinister, so he didn't want to fight him in close quarters. His forward movement suddenly changed, leaving behind a string of afterimages, brushing past the poisonous mist, and appearing behind the man.

After years of trying his magical power of "moving wood and changing shadows", he has mastered several different changes.

Performed in the woods, you can use the trees to change your shadow, and you can achieve a ghostly speed similar to a wood escape within a hundred feet, which is very suitable for sneak attacks.

"Peng", the gray-clothed man was very vigilant, and a cloud of gray mist exploded behind him.

At the critical moment of life and death, saving one's life is the first priority. The white robe Wuxiu didn't even catch the opponent's sword. How could he dare to let the opponent get close?

As long as there is a short delay, the companions flying from the north will arrive immediately. The two of them working together should be more than enough to protect themselves. They can even entangle the arrogant guy. The reinforcements on the border receive a summons, and there will be another soul-stirring wild chase. Where did the thief flee to?

Suddenly, the retreating afterimage split into two, and a black shadow rushed into the gray mist without hesitation, making a hissing sound of poisonous mist corrosion on its body, and slammed into the gray-clothed man's back.

The gray-clothed man was taken aback, and then realized that the one who was not afraid of the poisonous mist was a puppet-like thing with a strength of almost the third level. With a wave of his left hand, the poisonous mist surged and burned fiercely, and the blue-purple flames swept across him. Surrounded by a circle of walls of varying thickness.

What he refines is a kind of fire poison with extremely high cost. The poison smothers the fire, and the poison fuels the fire. It can often catch Dao warriors who are sneaking up close by surprise.

Under the attack of flame and poisonous gas, it is difficult to distinguish the direction, and he attacks calmly outside, the opponent will peel off his skin even if he is not dead.

Zhang Wenfeng's figure was more than twenty feet away from the side. It was also the first time he had seen the method of poisonous atomization and raging fire. It was recorded in the classics, but it was not so intuitive. The soul armor he used was useless.

Wuxiu, who flew to help from the north with a long roar, was about to arrive, and the momentum seemed to be a master.

He had to make a quick decision, and he couldn't give the two of them a chance to join forces.

Swinging the sword with his right hand, he slashed at the gray-clothed man who was isolated from him by the flame shield. The cyan sword energy was as mighty as the east of the river.

The spiritual energy swarmed, and the branches swayed, adding to the momentum of the sword.

The gray-clothed man gritted his teeth and decided to stand still and wait for help, instead of rushing out of the poisonous fire circle to dodge the opponent's huge sword attack.

The other party wanted to force him to come out, but he didn't like that kid. The five fingers of his left hand moved like a shadow, and the flames around him were turbulent like a river, forming waves of fire waves, facing the chopping sword energy.

"Peng", the soul armor soldier who was on fire twisted and blew himself up.

The timing of the choice is very subtle, just when the gray-clothed man has no time to care about it, and the circle of flames on his side is weak.

The huge impact blew up the flames, breaking through layers, creating a big gap in the mouth of the bowl. The gray-clothed man was slightly affected, and his body swayed. No harm, that's why he dared to entrust it.

Immediately after the impact of the explosion, a golden light went upstream, passing through the flame hole and piercing the side of the man's neck.

When the man in gray realized that it was too late to close the flames, the sneak attack came too fast.

A frontal sword slammed into the flames, and under the night sky, sparks splashed several feet high, gorgeous and dangerous, and arrived almost at the same time as the flying sword attack from the side. The man was in a hurry.

He knows the power of the flying sword that "returns reality and transforms emptiness".

How can there be life after piercing into the body?

The white-robed witch cultivator lost his life in the attack of the flying sword, and couldn't even escape his soul.

He also blamed him for ignoring the existence of the flying sword piercing into the body of the white-robed witch, thinking that before the waste was about to die, he could buy him a little more time, even if it trapped the flying sword for a few breaths.

The skin on his left hand and body was abnormally lime-gray, and he reached out to the side of his neck to block it.

The flying sword pierced the man's left palm fiercely, making a sharp rubbing sound as if piercing against metal, which was very ear-piercing.

The frontal sword fought vigorously with the wave of flames. The gray-clothed man was attacked at both ends and struggled to hold on. He used the "Stone Skin Witchcraft" that affected his actions, hoping to last until the reinforcements arrived.

The short breaths of fighting gave him the feeling of long torture like years.

The flames evaporated, the light and shadow distorted the lake, and his vision was seriously disturbed. He suddenly noticed that the figure on the treetop twenty feet away was gone. He came in with a sneak attack from the side, and even gave up on the dominant frontal sword attack.

He swung the knife back with his right hand, and the dazzling white light drew a half-arc, but in a hurry, he forgot that his speed was hindered by the stone skin witchcraft, not half as fast as usual.

"Chicha", a sword ignoring the white light, pierced through the flame gap that had not yet closed, and stabbed behind the neck and ears of the man's left hand, piercing the face with a little sword force, and piercing about three inches.

Shocking cracks appeared on the man's skin, spreading all over his body.

The flying sword took the opportunity to pierce through the palm of his hand, turning into a razor sharp edge, the flesh and bones of the arm were separated where it passed, and separated to both sides, looking bloody and horrible.

The flames exploded, the man's eyes were red, and he desperately pushed all the poisonous flames around ten feet away to fight back.

Even if he died, he couldn't make that kid feel better.

However, his speed was still slow, Zhang Wenfeng's face was indifferent, and he had already followed the wind to thirty feet away like a shadow, the flame poisonous gas could not even lift the hem of his clothes, staring at an iron tower roaring from the sky like black The big man is a late third-order martial artist.

No wonder the three of them dared to intercept him in the wild with an unknown number of second-level witches.

It turned out that relying on the strength of Wuwu Zhe, he didn't know how to live or die.

The big black man swung his right hammer and left fist and rushed towards him, exuding a terrifying aura, "Boy, take your life!"

He saw that his companion was bleeding from seven orifices, his eyeballs were protruding out of the eye sockets, and he was suffering from great pain. The flying sword penetrated into his brain, and it was already hopeless.

"you are too slow!"

Zhang Wenfeng uttered a few words coldly, stepped up and down the treetops, his figure retreated and disappeared in an instant, he didn't want to fight with the big black man, he just got away and left, a golden light shot out from the eyes of the man in gray who fell to the ground, only a flash , then disappeared into the night woods.

The big black man was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices, and he yelled: "Boy, don't run away if you have the guts, grandpa tells you three tricks!"

His speed is actually not slow, but that kid's speed is really too fast.

After he flew out for more than ten miles, and came to the river where the figure disappeared, where was the boy?

"Come out, come out, fight for three hundred rounds..."

The big black man was so angry that he roared like thunder.

A beam of sword light shot from the big tree ten feet behind him to the back of the big black man, followed by a cold voice, "As you wish!"

The big black man turned around abruptly, and blocked the black hammer with his right hand in front of his chest. He saw the green mist spreading from the ground and surrounding it on three sides, covering the moonlight hazyly. He hurriedly flew into the air.

In front of my eyes, there are already shadows of trees, as if I am in a boundless forest, and the moon has completely disappeared.

Jian Guang stabbed at the back of his neck from behind the shadow of the tree, and the big black man punched him with a fist, his head was huge.

He is not afraid of head-to-head confrontation, but he falls into the opponent's formation and is beaten passively everywhere. Even if he is invulnerable all over his body, he will sometimes be knocked flat.

This battle is too difficult.

(The author has seen all the comments and suggestions from fellow Taoists. It’s not that the author is not afraid of boiling water. I really can’t write well. First, try to keep updating two chapters every day, and write more later.

The ups and downs of the writing made the protagonist suffer more setbacks. The author also considered it, but he had to consider the feelings of other fellow Taoists, so he could only write it comprehensively, forgive me! )

Chapter 468

The big black man is down-to-earth and furious, with a brave posture of left fist and right hammer, he rampages through the green mist forest, smashing giant phantom trees and the real trees hidden in them, every punch and hammer is fierce, The wind was so violent that the ground shook and the trees shook.

Seemingly tireless, he hit with all his strength from one end to the other, and then turned around to fight in the other direction.

With an ancient clumsy fist that has both offense and defense, he attacks the phantom wood formation that traps him on his own.

Break through the formation with strength, step by step, nothing more.

Zhang Wenfeng suspended the treetops and branches, he collected the vitality and wood energy of the broken trees, and nourished the longevity wood in his arms to relieve money.

The big black man destroyed all the way. He manipulated the ancient coins to move the phantom wooden formation, always placing the big black man in the middle of the endless phantom formation, first sharpening the opponent's spirit.

Calculating the time silently, at the speed of a third-tier master, it would take a little more than half an hour to rush from Great Liang towards the border for reinforcements. The edge area of ​​the Luobaoling Great Forest was no different than his own territory.

It would take at least two quarters of an hour if the fourth-level witch cultivator arrived, and the fourth-rank witch cultivator happened to be waiting at the border. In this way, he had a quarter of an hour to clean up the big black man trapped in the magic wood formation.

More than enough time for him.

With such an advantage to be the first mover, if he can't deal with the big black guy in fifteen minutes, he'd be right to slip away earlier.

He also has the idea of ​​sharpening himself with the help of masters. He needs enough whetstones to sharpen his heart on the front line of life and death. He is surrounded by green wood, his eyes are gradually indifferent, and there is no human emotion, and his breath is no different from the surrounding trees.

"Come out, bastard, shrink your head, let's fight!"

The big black man roared again and again, and he tried to provoke his opponent into a fight with clumsy foul language.

The phantom wood array that enveloped him had no other response except for the vigorous sound he made. No matter how harsh his scolding was, the boy remained indifferent. All his abilities were useless except wasted.

The opponent traps him with a phantom array, but why doesn't he use himself as a bait to restrain the opponent.

At the beginning, he pulled two friends to set up an ambush in this area, and the others gave up and went back. They persisted for more than two months, and finally waited for the target to appear, but ended up losing two old friends. How could he be reconciled?

I don't know how many trees have been broken, and the big black man doesn't know how far he has traveled in the formation, but there are still trees that can't be seen at a glance.