"Ah, youkai!" exclaimed the fat man. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What's the call, be quiet. The south wind tilted his head and stopped.

"Oh, oh," the fat man peeked through the window, "what kind of monster is behind it, such a big white bird?"

The south wind moved back to watch the battle, and at this time Yan Feixue was flapping his wings and flying high, and Li Chaozong followed closely behind, climbing straight up and catching up quickly.

"That's not a monster, this person's name is Li Chaozong, and he is the leader of the Western Wei martial arts. Nanfeng said casually, Li Chaozong is too Xuan Xiu, his complexion is dark purple, and there is no black and gray variegation, which shows that he is a human and not an alien.

"Isn't it a youkai that can have wings?" the fat man asked.

Nanfeng didn't answer, the fat man's question was also his question, the red wings behind Li Chaozong were located under the skull, the wingspan was two feet, and the red feathers were bright, which looked like two red flames at first glance.

People should not have given birth to wings, but Li Chaozong did grow a pair of wings, after a short period of doubt, Nanfeng remembered something, before Zhuge Chanjuan had told him about the five ancient five miraculous medicines, these five miraculous medicines include the dragon tooth silkworm he swallowed and the tiger skin cicada that Li Chaozong had grabbed before, in addition to this, there is another kind, that thing is called the phoenix-eyed bee, according to Zhuge Chanjuan, the person who has swallowed the phoenix-eyed bee can give birth to wings and soar into the sky.

Thinking of this, Nanfeng moved his gaze to Wang Zhong and his wife, and the scene of Li Chaozong giving birth to wings surprised everyone on both sides, but Wang Zhong and his wife did not have a similar expression, which showed that they had long known that Li Chaozong could give birth to wings. These two had been looking for the ancient miraculous medicine before, and Li Chaozong was in a mess with them, and it was very likely that they would find and swallow the phoenix-eyed celestial bee.

Unlike Wang Zhong and his wife's disapproval, Zhuge Chanjuan's expression was the same as everyone else's, and she was surprised, which shows that she didn't know about this matter.

Li Chaozong's wings are a few feet longer than Yan Feixue's wings, and I don't know if he is unfamiliar with it or his speed is inferior to the real wings, although he tried his best to flap his wings, he was never able to catch up with Yan Feixue's white luan.

When the two of them flapped their wings and chased, the battle below still continued, at this time the scattered Shangqing Daoists began to gather and meet, they did not meet in one place, but in groups of three or five, close together, after the rendezvous, one of them was responsible for pinching the mantra and drawing talismans, and the other few people were responsible for resisting the incoming enemy and gaining time.

A moment later, someone finished the spell and cast a spell, "Bagua Flying Sword!"

Accompanied by the chanting of the practitioner, the long sword that had been returned to the sheath came out of its sheath on its own, and it spun rapidly around the practitioner.

Originally, there was only one long sword, but after flying in a circle, the long sword became two, then rotated into four, and after three spins, the long sword became eight, and when it was rotated, it was connected from end to end, like a silver ring.

The long sword was derived to eight and reached the limit, and the Taoist who did it waved his arm and raised his hand, and said, "Go!"

Eight long swords were driven by it and swooped down on a few martial arts practitioners who were trying to stop them in the vicinity.

One of them slammed a sword into the air, then blocked the other, but the third followed, piercing through his chest before he could react.

The other man fought with his bare hands, and when he saw that his comrade was killed, he thought that he could not avoid the man's flying sword, so he retreated and fell sharply to dodge, not thinking that the other five long swords did not fly towards him, but attacked the tall man who made the stick not far away.

Just when the unarmed martial artist was secretly lucky, the long sword that had been knocked away before turned sharply back, pierced through his left armpit, and flew out from his right shoulder.

stabbed this person to death, the long sword did not slow down, but flew east with the other two long swords, and met with the five long swords that were besieging the big man with sticks, and the eight long swords attacked at the same time from different angles.

While the practitioner was concentrating on the sword, three more people rushed from the southeast, two of them stopped the two old Daoists who were protecting the Dharma for the practitioner, and the other struggled to strike out a huge leather bag, which burst with force, and the red liquid in it sprinkled the practitioner's head and face, and at the same time, the eight long swords flying in the air suddenly slowed down.

"Filth is bad for me......" Before the Daoist could finish shouting, the martial artist who had struck out of the skin had already taken advantage of the situation to get close, and a short sword was inserted from his Baihui acupoint until it was out of the handle.

The practitioner of the Dao was dead, the spell broke itself, and the eight long swords were reduced to one, and they fell to the ground sharply.

"Black dog blood?" the fat man asked.

Nanfeng nodded, the skin bag that the person shot out earlier must have stored dirt such as black dog blood, this thing is dirty, and it is the worst kind of mystic energy.

At this time, Yan Feixue was still flying high, Li Chaozong was still pursuing, and due to the limited angle, the two of them were almost gone, but Yan Feixue didn't seem to want to be defeated, if she had the intention to retreat, she would not climb in a straight line.

"Look. The fat man was shouting again, because he had been criticized before, this time he lowered his voice, but there was still irrepressible excitement in his voice, as if this kind of tragic and wonderful fighting method was the first time he had seen it in his life.

Nanfeng didn't know what the fat man wanted him to see, and the first thing he saw when he retracted his gaze was a thin middle-aged dwarf who threw two yellow balls the size of wine cups at the two Shangqing Daoists who were chasing him.

These two balls are different in strength when throwing, the first is slow, the second is fast, in the blink of an eye, the two balls collide and explode instantly, after the loud noise, the smoke disperses, the two Shangqing Dao people have dark faces, covered with blood, and their bodies and heads and faces are embedded with sharp copper sheets.

As soon as the dwarf struck a blow, he immediately turned against him, stopped running, and threw two more balls with his hand.

Although the two Shangqing Daoists were seriously injured, they did not hurt the roots, seeing that the other party repeated the old tricks, one of them handed over the sword to his left hand, his right arm probed outward, and his aura vomited rapidly, and pushed the two copper balls back in the air.

The dwarf didn't expect the ball to recoil, and before he could react, the copper ball had already exploded from the impact, and the flying copper piece seemed to hurt his left eye, and the dwarf screamed miserably, covered his eyes and fell.

The two Shangqing Daoists were seriously injured, and they were afraid of the dwarf's hidden weapon, so they did not chase after them, but took the opportunity to check their own injuries.

Just as the two raised their hands to touch their faces, a feather arrow flew from a distance, piercing the two of them one after another.

In practice, people are not like ordinary people, as long as they do not hurt the vital point, they usually do not die, although the two are injured, they do not die, and they are in a hurry to prevent the other party from replenishing the arrow.

"The horse ran away. The fat man yelled again.

"Don't go out. Nanfeng hurriedly reached out and pressed the fat man.

The fat man didn't want to go out, but at this time, there was a sword and sword outside, and he didn't dare to go out if he borrowed a few more guts.

"Look at the house. "The fat man made a fuss.

"Don't speak. Nanfeng reprimanded again, he was also watching the battle, and naturally saw an old Taoist move the entire wooden house, push it out, and smash it into the dense place of ten zhang of martial artists.

Not far away, another group of warriors was besieging several Daoists who were working together, and the old Dao's actions reminded them, and one of them did the same, moved another wooden house, and threw it at the Daoists.

Before the wooden house landed, a white-fronted tiger appeared out of thin air, the tiger was undoubtedly sacrificed by the Taoist method, and its body size was several times that of the real tiger.

After smashing the wooden house, the giant tiger rushed unabated, jumped up, bit the warrior who threw the wooden house, twisted his neck and shook his head to throw the warrior into the distance, and then looked closely, the warrior's left leg was missing at the knee, and he would not die, but the lame man was decided.

At the sight of the tiger, the fat man was very surprised, afraid that the south wind would say about him, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, but just sighed, expressing his surprise and shock.

The tiger was dressed in golden hair, very powerful, and after biting off the left leg of the warrior, he stood on the ground and raised his head, and let out a roar of a tiger that shook the mountain.

When the tiger raised its head and roared, a strong man with a height of eight feet roared and rushed forward, raising the evil golden double hammer in his hand high, slamming the tiger's head, and after a burst of green smoke, the tiger disappeared without a trace, leaving only a broken rune paper on the ground.

"Yikes. The fat man exclaimed.

Then the fat man kept saying "Ah, wow, ha, oops" but he couldn't hold it back after all, and finally came to say, "It's really lively, it's so enjoyable." ”

Nanfeng nodded, although the scene was bloody, but it was also very bloody, and he felt that the trip was worthwhile, but there was also a risk of watching the battle up close, and there was a danger of being thrown out of the hiding house at any time.

"Aren't Taoist priests able to invite heavenly soldiers and generals? Why don't they invite them?" the fat man was eager to see the secrets of Taoism.

"What are you pleasing for?" Nanfeng pouted, the Taoist walked for the heavens, and the gods could only be used to subdue demons and punish evils, and the immortal family would not help the Taoist to attack the yang people.

"Help. The fat man said.

"The fairy is your thug?" Nanfeng said casually.

As soon as Nanfeng's voice fell, he found that the people outside had stopped fighting and were all looking up. After a while, they each cast their own methods and ran in all directions, and even Wang Zhong and his wife, who were saving the wounded, also left the wounded soldiers and pulled Zhuge Chanjuan to sweep into the distance.

"What are they running for?" the fat man wondered.

"I don't know. Nanfeng shook his head, and due to the angle, they couldn't see the situation at height.

"What the hell is going on?" the fat man was puzzled and curious, so he pushed open the window and leaned out to look at the sky, "Oh my mother, run......"