Wei Zitang's speed was extremely fast, and the white light from the blade flashed in front of his chest, cutting the black shadow in half vertically. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, although he cut through the black shadow, his brows furrowed, and his body jumped backwards before it was stable, because of the twisting of his waist, he was a little unstable when he landed, and he bent down and supported the ground with one hand, and his whole body was in a triangle.

The shadow was cut open and vanished as if it had been blown away by the wind.

Wei Zitang's brows moved, and the palm that was holding the ground pressed hard, and his whole body turned forward and left the place.

Just as he flipped out, a black shadow appeared above his head out of thin air, like a sharp arrow, shooting straight towards the place where he was standing, and fell straight to the ground.

As soon as the black shadow touched the ground, it immediately rebounded, like a powerful pinball, with a whirlwind, it bounced in the direction that Wei Zitang flipped out, and the speed was even faster than before.

Wei Zitang's footsteps had just landed, and before he could stand up straight, a black shadow rushed towards him.

This time he couldn't dodge, so he had to raise his hand, block it in front of him with a short blade, and quickly slash a few times, trying to use this method as a means of defense.

In a panic, Wei Zitang's blade was not messy, it was still very orderly, and he quickly weaved a net with a knife light in front of his face, not only protecting himself tightly, but also using these knife lights to counterattack.

The black shadow rushed extremely fast, and for a while, it couldn't avoid Wei Zitang's blade at all, and just inertia could make it crash directly into that knife net. In the white light, the black shadow was completely dissolved, turning into a black smoke.

The smoke did not completely dissipate, and after a circle around, it quickly returned to the top of the tomb and gathered together, condensing into a human figure.

After recondensing, Ying Lan didn't hesitate, kicked his feet towards the ceiling at the top of the tomb, and with the help of the power of the back kick, stretched out his claws and attacked Wei Zitang again.

Seeing that extremely sharp claw swooping towards him, Wei Zitang didn't dare to fight head-on, his palm slapped on the ground, and a white light rose in front of him.

It turned out that just now, Wei Zitang used his blade to force Ying Lan back, and he quickly set up a magic circle under his feet.

At this time, the magic circle was activated, and the white light surrounded him, forming a defensive network.

The defensive array used by Wei Zitang was different from Ming Chuan's defensive array, and it did not form the kind of transparent barrier like a wall, but only formed a cloud of white light, blocking him from Yinglan.

In Ying Lan's eyes, it was as if a mist had suddenly risen, making it impossible to see Wei Zitang's figure clearly.

It waved its arm according to the image in its previous memory, but found that it was empty, and it couldn't touch the corner of Wei Zitang's clothes at all.

At this time, Wei Zitang appeared behind it.

Shadow Lan was a little surprised, with its speed and sharpness, it was impossible not to catch the other party's movements, but it didn't know how the other party got behind it.

It was not so much that Wei Zitang's speed was fast, but that he made a teleportation at that moment just now, and directly skipped the space and came to its back.

Ying Lan didn't have time to think about it, Wei Zitang's blade had already touched its waist.

This short knife was not an ordinary blade, although the knife had been moving rapidly in Wei Zitang's hand, Ying Lan could clearly see the lines engraved on the blade. It was a circle formed with carved patterns.

Shadow Lan remembers that a long time ago, using carved patterns to arrange magic circles was a common trick used by many exorcists. They will engrave the pattern of the circle on some special wooden or stone boards and carry them around, and take them out and use them when they need them.

However, it remembered that the effect of that kind of circle was not very strong, and most of it could only draw some simple circles, and even the slightly more complex compound circles could not be painted, so it never took those circles seriously.

But this short knife is not so simple.

The lines on the blade were intricate, incomprehensible, and Ying Lan could even see the fine silver light flowing between those lines.

When it attacked Wei Zitang with its ghost qi just now, it had direct contact with the blade in his hand, which confirmed its guess.

The short knife used by Wei Zitang was a magic weapon.

Wei Zitang only uses the short knife as a blade now, but Ying Lan knows very well that since it is a magic weapon, it will definitely have other effects.

Most of this effect has to do with the circle on the blade.

Ying Lan couldn't see what kind of magic circle it was, as Mingchuan's envoy, its understanding of the magic circle was not much better than that of Mingchuan, even before knowing Mingchuan, it had dealt with other exorcists and seen all kinds of magic circles, but without in-depth study, it could not judge the type of magic circle through carvings.

Ying Lan was not afraid of Wei Zitang and the blade in his hand, but he would not recklessly hit the opponent's knife edge. Now that it saw that there was something wrong with the blade, it was a little more cautious and carefully avoided the blade.

However, as soon as it dodged the attack from behind, and before it could turn around, Wei Zitang's figure suddenly appeared in front of it, and he stabbed it in the chest with a cold knife.

Shadow Lan was startled, and subconsciously twisted his body, and the blade slashed against his chest, leaving a scratch on its black chest.

When Wei Zitang's arm stabbed through its chest, Ying Lan raised his hand violently, pushed his left hand directly on the opponent's elbow, held his elbow and lifted his entire arm upwards forcefully, and at the same time, his right arm bent and slammed the opponent's armpit with his elbow.

Wei Zitang took a hard beat, and his whole body was shocked, if it weren't for the control of his arm, he would have been directly knocked away by this elbow.

Ying Lan's attack didn't stop, it pulled Wei Zitang with its left hand, pulling Wei Zitang's whole person to his left, and turning its right hand into a fist, stretching out its sharp claws towards the opponent's back.

Wei Zitang, who was hit in the back of the chest, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, hugged Ying Lan's left hand with both hands, and turned forward hard, using Ying Lan's left arm as the fulcrum, the whole person fell down, and the raised feet smashed down towards Ying Lan's side face.

Seeing this, Ying Lan didn't dodge or dodge, his right hand pushed his left hand, and the center of gravity of his body shifted sharply, and he was about to smash Wei Zitang hanging on his arm to the ground, and directly gave him an upside-down onion.

Wei Zitang let go of his hands at this moment and propped himself on the ground, resisting the power of Ying Lan.

Sensing Wei Zitang's resistance, Ying Lan increased his strength and slammed him to the ground.

Wei Zitang would not sit still, his elbows bent to relieve the strength of resistance, and his whole body lay flat on the ground with the downward pressure of Ying Lan. Then he flipped his right hand and slashed the blade of his hand towards Shadowlan's ankle.