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Suddenly, he noticed that there were countless green lights shooting out from the green mist, attacking him from all directions. The big black man used a boxing hammer, and there was a muffled sound of "Dong", and the violent wind spread out from his body.

There was a dense crackling sound in the air, and the dust rolled up like a mist and drifted around.

However, there are really too many green wood thorns coming from the lasing, and the blackness is endless.

The big black man noticed that the green wood thorns were annoying and not very powerful, they were all fake, and might be effective against other third-order monks, but it was not enough for him, so he blocked the front with his fist, regardless of other attacks from other directions.

The green wood stab hit the target, and it shattered little by little outside the big man's body, splashing tiny ripples, consuming the opponent's means of defense.

"Boy, bring something interesting, these little things are not enough to tickle me!"

The big black man was also secretly counting the time, making provocative words.

After attacking violently for so long, the big black man saw through the subtle breath fluctuations and tree shaking that the other party's control of this phantom formation was far from proficient. He was really startled before, thinking that the stinky Taoist priest is still a formation that is good at formations. division.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was suspended from the treetops, ignored it. He had already put his mind into a tree-like state, observing the magical power of the "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse" he cast, trying to improve the magical skills he had obtained before from another different angle.

No skill will remain unchanged, it depends on whether new ideas can be discovered.

The green wood thorns shot at the big black man endlessly wave after wave, and gradually changed, in groups of three or five, circling and suddenly changing direction to hit the meaty target.

The big black man cursed and cursed, and he could see that the other party was trying to use him.

It's a good thing, he wished he could procrastinate for more time, standing in place and cooperating not to move half a step.

The green mist filled the air, and the green wood thorns flying in the air merged with each other, some succeeded, some failed, the green wood thorns that were successfully fused were much more powerful, and the ripples splashed on the big man's body were obvious.

A blunt smile appeared on Zhang Wenfeng's indifferent face. It turns out that "a hundred times and a thousand times" can be understood in this way!

The fusion of two pairs is called "first turn", and one more fusion is called "second turn".

He tried to merge one more time. After several failures, he gave up decisively. He didn't have time today. The business was important. His current mastery of "One Turn" was also considered a windfall.

The flying green wood thorns merged and became sparse, and suddenly seven or eight dark red vines shot out from the green mist ground, with a few "swish, swish", entangled the feet and body of the unprepared black man up to his chest.

The invisible energy around the big black man stretched the dark red vines to the width of his fingers. His hands would not be bound by the vines, and he made a vigorous movement around his body, and the entangled vines suddenly tightened, making a "snacking" sound. The annoying green thorns in the air finally disappeared completely.

"Is this thorn wire vine? It's not strong enough, it just looks like a bluff."

The big black man made a comment, and there was a crisp "boom boom" sound of vines breaking on his body. No matter how willing he was to cooperate with his opponent to try moves, there was always a limit. It would be better for such a small thing wrapped around his body to break, so be careful when driving. year ship.

A sword light suddenly pierced the back of the big black man without sound.

"Good come!"

The big black man was a talkative guy, he slammed back with the black hammer in his right hand, stepped forward with his feet and turned around at the same time.

Seeing that the stabbing sword light draws a subtle semi-arc along the watermelon-sized black hammer, it walks in the same direction as the black hammer, without being affected by the turbulent force of the hammer surface, and stabs his crotch down with the momentum, the sword is superb There is no half smoke and fire.

He couldn't detect the killing intent, but the killing intent was right in front of his eyes.

He is really a master of swords, no wonder he was able to kill Lao Wu and the others in such a short time.

The green mist became thicker, and he couldn't see the figure behind the hilt.

The big black man slammed his fist with his left hand at the opposite side, you hit yours, I hit mine, he wants to exchange injuries with the opponent, as long as the opponent hesitates, his punch can play a role.

As for whether the opponent can get his injury, it's hard to say.

Jian Guang dragged to the right to escape, making a rough friction sound with the protective aura of the big black man.

The big black man punched the empty space, hurried two steps, but still didn't touch the side, a sword light suddenly came from the left side, the speed was extremely fast, the big black man pressed down with his left elbow, it wasn't him holding it up, but It was too late, his fist and black hammer were outside.

Jian Guang turned to the right angle again, cleverly twisted his elbow and pressed it, and continued to stab forward at the same speed.

"Pfft", there was a look of shock on the face of the big black man, the tip of the sword actually pierced his protective spell and protective clothing, leaving a shallow wound on his ribs, and he turned his left hand upwards without hesitation , "Bang", there was a sound of fist piercing through the air, and a soaring cannon hit.

Another empty shot.

The big black man didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, the opponent's sword wounded him close to him, even a small wound that dripped three or two drops of blood, healed in an instant, his whole body tensed up and his heart was already on high alert.

It's so weird, apart from the opponent's extraordinary melee speed, even the swordsmanship is a bit incomprehensible to him.

Those two swords are not top magic weapons.

How could he be injured by a random stab?

Could the next sword hit him hard?

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Almost being hit by the fist of the big black man twice in a row, Zhang Wenfeng looked indifferent and did not rush out the third sword.

He has already entered the realm of human-sword integration, and his whole body is not like an unsheathed sword showing its sharpness, but its brilliance is restrained, its breath is natural, and its skin is green all over, like a tree that outnumbers humans.

He circled around the big black man who was standing still in a defensive posture. He had to admit that the big black man had no flaws in his body. No matter what direction he attacked with his sword, he would be met with a fierce counterattack by the fellow.

Even if he casts the supernatural power of "Moving Wood and Changing Shadow Curse", the speed is weird, so he still has to be careful.

Grinding on the edge of life and death is not killing yourself.

Zhang Wenfeng hid in the phantom wood formation, watching for opportunities to attack.

It was the first time for him to control the Longevity Wood Jieqian to use the illusion wooden array, and the experience still needs to be explored and accumulated, just like practicing swords, practice makes perfect, and now he can trap such a powerful opponent, he actually recognizes the power of the illusion wooden array.

With a thought, five green thorns emerged out of thin air, shooting towards the back of the big black man surrounded by green mist.

When there is no opportunity, he creates an opportunity.

The moment the big black man turned around, he had already appeared on the other side, stabbing forward with a sword in his hand. Rib, leaving a small three-point wound into the flesh, the figure flashed back and escaped with the help of trees.

"Peng", the fist volleyed and smashed the small tree several feet away, and the dust and debris were rolled up and mixed in the green mist.

The big black man was furious, yelling and cursing, and became more cautious. The stinking Taoist swordsmanship is powerful, and he really has the ability to easily hurt him, and with the help of the phantom array, he was too passive, and heard a slight movement behind him again.

He half-turned his body and struck with the hammer, a sword light rubbed against the black hammer and pierced his shoulder blade.

"What is false is real, what is real is false", he knew that he had been fooled by a Taoist priest again, and the black hammer turned and slammed towards it halfway.

A bloody wound was drawn on his back, and he was still hit in the air.

The two of them sneaked back and forth in the magic wood formation, attacking and counterattacking, and fought extremely thrillingly. More than half a quarter of an hour passed, and there were countless potholes blown out by punches all over the vicinity, and there were no trees within tens of feet.

The big black man was wearing a tattered black battle suit, covered in blood.

He is also very skilled. All flesh wounds are sealed with witch power, and scabs can be formed in less than three breaths. Even a sword wound three inches deep in the abdomen has no effect on him. On the contrary, the more he fought, the more brave he became. , the fighting instinct became sharper.

"Come on, shrinking turtle, stab Grandpa's chest!"

The big black man simply withdrew the black hammer in his right hand and pounded his chest loudly with his fist, ignoring the interfering flying swords circling rapidly around him in the green mist. The life-and-death battle can most inspire the warrior's courage to improve. Although he is full of scars, The bottleneck is loosened, but the harvest is great.

As long as he can survive this crisis alive, he will be able to advance to one level after going back to retreat for a while.

Zhang Wenfeng was also quite embarrassed, if he was dancing on the tip of the knife, he couldn't dodge once, and received a half blow from the punch, the hat on his head was shattered, the robe on his left shoulder was torn, and his arm was sore and numb until now.

Time was running out, and he was not going to delay any longer.

As the scriptures were silently recited in his mouth, a "bell ringing curse" hit the big black man hard on the head.

Seeing the distorted face of the big black man and the pained growl, he struck the big black man ten feet away with his sword expressionlessly. Even though the "Bell Ringing Curse" does not have as much effect on monks as it does on ghosts, it still has some effect. The role of soul-drawing.

Sword supernatural power is his most powerful trick, and he will not use it easily.

The brilliant sword energy as thick as a sea bowl pulled the aura for a short time in the air, gathered momentum, tore through the illusionary wooden formation with a radius of more than fifty feet, and cut down the black man who was locked and could only raise his fists.

The vigor of the violent collision swept around, and all the fog in the vision of both sides disappeared.

The flesh and blood melted from both fists of the big black man, and the bones were exposed in an instant. The veins on his face bulged and endured the great pain. He crazily mobilized his whole body's witch power into his fists, and then surged violently to counter the opponent's shocking sword.

He tried his best to lower his cultivation base, but he also had to block this blow which was almost equivalent to a fourth-level strength.

He stared at the opponent with a blue face after the magic wood formation was broken.

"go with!"

Following Zhang Wenfeng uttered a cold word.

A golden light flashed in the air, and the next instant it pierced the previous sword wound on the black man's abdomen.

The scabbed wound is just an appearance, how can it resist the attack of Huaxu Feijian.

"Ah ah ah..."

The excruciating pain pierced his heart, and the black man couldn't help shouting anymore, his fists were no longer strong, and the sword energy poured down, his whole arm was showing bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to his shoulder. spread.

After peeling the skin and cutting the flesh, and flying the sword into his body, the black man howled miserably, knowing that he was out of luck.

He hated himself for not being able to show his abilities, and was defeated by a despicable Taoist priest with such insidious calculations. He was not reconciled. He kept his fists to resist the sword spirit, stared at the figure with his eyes, and chanted spells with lake in his mouth.

Zhang Wenfeng's heartstrings fluctuated subtly, and he swiftly slashed to the end with his sword, no matter what the result was, he stepped back lightly and bounced back, not even bothering to summon the flying sword that had penetrated into the body of the big black man.

He knew that the Wu Clan had several self-destruction spells that would kill them all. He heard from Zhong Wenyong that there was a "blood cursed soul shadow" among them, which was particularly vicious, so he gave up a flying sword and buried it with the black man, so what?

The big black man was baptized by a wave of sword energy. Except for the protected face, which kept a little flesh and blood intact, the front part of the whole person almost became a skeleton.

He let out an indistinct curse, and his bony fist, which was made of jade with only a little mottled color, slammed hard on the top of his head.

"Peng", blood and brain matter splashed out from the seven orifices.

A series of dull explosions sounded from the entire remnant body, violently exploding from top to bottom, subtle ripples appeared in the air, and several streaks of golden light mixed with the broken bones and shot to an unknown distance.

In the center of the explosion, there was a mass of blood shadow with a fist, from condensing to disappearing, it only took half a breath, flashing and chasing the Taoist priest fleeing to the southeast.

The soul shadow formed by burning witch power, blood essence and soul through the blood curse will catch up with the target cursed by the black man before he dies, and will never die.

Zhang Wenfeng fled hundreds of feet away, turned his head abruptly, and felt an invisible mass in the night sky staring at him.

It really is a "Blood Curse Soul Shadow", even if he has not seen it, he has noticed the clue through resentment.

He wields a sword with one hand and arranges a green wood fire on his body, trying to kill the blood-cursed soul shadow. With his left hand, he takes out several "Brightness Talisman" and "Yuqing Jiamu Shocking Thunder Talisman", but before he smashes it When the talisman was released, the invisible shadow disappeared.

In the next moment, Zhang Wenfeng felt a chill and pain in his body.

It was as if [-] grass-mud horses were running wildly in his mind, and the noise that made people want to explode caused him to have three big heads.

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Enduring the tearing pain in his head, Zhang Wenfeng threw away the talisman held in his left hand, pinched a green wood worry-free formula, and propped the sword on the ground with his right hand, reciting in his mouth: "Tao can be the way, but it is not the eternal way."

The scriptures languang affect the way of the underworld, and the thoughts are as powerful as water, washing down from the head.

He knew the two volumes of ancient scriptures in the sea were haloed with golden light, emitting a shining brilliance, illuminating him thoroughly.

The "Blood Curse Soul Shadow" that jumped into his body had nowhere to hide, screaming and fleeing in a hurry, but unfortunately it is easy to come in and difficult to get out. As Zhang Wenfeng chanted the scriptures word by word, the invisible golden light covered the whole body It has become a cage for the ghost shadow of the blood curse.

In a short time, the shadow of the blood cursed soul was riddled with holes by the ubiquitous golden light.

Zhang Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief quietly, hearing what Zhong Wenyong said was so troublesome, it seemed like that was the case, and he was vulnerable.

Zhong Wenyong once said that the witch cultivator who casts the blood curse soul shadow needs at least the third level of cultivation, and must have great resentment and pain in order to stimulate the potential of his own soul to the maximum. , Essence, blood and soul are sacrificed to form a soul shadow. Once the spell is cast, there will be no afterlife and this life, and it will completely disappear in the world.

This is a brutal style of play that burns jade and stone together.

Moreover, it is more difficult to invite the gods. Even if you burn yourself out, the gods of the upper realm may not be able to take care of you.

The soul shadow of the blood curse successfully formed by God can ignore most of the protection of spells and magic weapons. It is invisible, invisible, and extremely fast. It only attacks the soul of the cursed person.

There are better ways to break it. Wearing the "Eight Diagrams Soul Talisman" drawn by the talisman master can prevent the blood curse on the upper body.

Of course, it also depends on the strength comparison between the soul talisman and the blood curse shadow, as well as the contribution of the gods who are invited to move.

The second is that if you can't resist, you simply let your upper body fight with your thoughts, delay time, and slowly compete with the soulless blood curse to consume energy. Killing means that the stronger one wins, even if he wins, the gain is not worth the loss, and he will inevitably suffer serious damage to his vitality.

Tu Kun once jokingly said in a casual chat that Xuanmu originally used Xuanmu to cleanse him of his crimes, and he did it casually, so the things left behind seemed shabby.

Unintentionally, Tu Kun said that his bastard brother in the upper world was making money.

There is no way to draw "eight trigrams soul talisman" in Xianlingguan. Zhang Wenfeng thought about it and waited until he went back. He exchanged his merit points that he had never used once with Daolu Academy for some rare talisman making methods.

His current level of talisman painting can barely be regarded as a third-tier talisman master.

Good things that are easy to carry like the eight trigrams soul talisman, you can put them on your body for safety.

After reading Chapter 1 of "Tao Sutra", most of the blood curse ghost shadow in the body was wiped out, and there were still a few places trembling, which could no longer turn the wind and waves.

The golden light of his Sea of ​​Consciousness Ancient Scroll has a great restraint effect on evil spirits, ghosts, and external spirits, and can also cleanse witchcraft, spells, etc. on him, a fact that has been verified through countless cases.

This brainless blood-cursed soul shadow ran into his body, looking for death.

His previous escape was subconsciously avoiding the danger of self-explosion, and he was frightened by Zhongshan God's previous warning.

The next time he encounters a similar situation, he can deal with it calmly.

If you have experienced many things, you will gain a lot of knowledge.