Buhe took five brothers and sisters to intercept the four monks who were invading. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info originally had a favorable location, and he could use the forbidden formation to quietly divide the opponent, and then work together to quickly kill him. Who knew that at the beginning, he made a warning, and he seemed so gentle.

What's even more sinister is that there is a foundation building monk on the other side, and Bu and them don't see it at all. I don't know who he is and I attack rashly, and I don't know it when I am at the moment of life and death. "No outsiders are allowed here, and you don't retreat!" Bu He roared angrily, a little heartless, even funny.

The middle-aged monk did not answer. Suddenly, he cast a spell and slapped his palm at Buhe. The other three swung their magic swords and attacked them. In the face of the sudden attack, Bu He and his party were a little at a loss in panic. Fortunately, he had also used enough mana before, so he was careful and began to fight back instinctively.

It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers. With a roar of rage, Bu quickly threw several punches at the middle-aged monk, each punch forming a stack of two. The fists collided, and the explosion echoed in the snow valley. As a result, Bu He was shocked and flew away, his face was pale, and his injuries were not light. And the middle-aged monk was also stunned, this qi practitioner is not very old, but his spiritual power is very strong, not simple.

As soon as they fought, they were deflated, and Buhe was very annoyed. saw the other party wave his hand, and a cold light came. The cloth and sideways dodged, and at the same time, he also sacrificed the magic sword and fought with the opponent's magic weapon. The other three qi practitioners have a lot of experience in fighting. After being caught off guard, he found that the opponent had an advantage in both mana and numbers, and quickly changed his strategy and formed a battle against him.

It should be easy to build a foundation monk and kill a qi practitioner. But the middle-aged monk was depressed and frightened, for a quarter of an hour, the other party could still support it hard, and dared to fight back from time to time. And his three apprentices are in danger.

The middle-aged monk couldn't hold his breath anymore. The spiritual power was transported to the extreme, and he jumped up, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, and slammed his palm in the air. The palm shadow is continuous, covering the range of two or three feet, the cloth and hiding have no way to hide, they can only resist hard, and they will be seriously injured if they don't die.

At this moment of crisis, two black shadows roared and instantly hit the middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk was frightened, and hurriedly waved his palm to meet it, and the black shadow was shattered, not a magic weapon, just two rocks. But he was shocked to the ground by flying backwards a few feet, and he took more than a dozen steps backwards to stabilize his body.

Buhe knew that it was Shizun who rescued him, and in addition to gratitude, he was more ashamed. In the first actual battle, he was beaten to an embarrassment, what face did he have to see his master, what face he had, and he would be a senior brother. Just when he was about to find his opponent desperately, he saw the man, and he was terrified, and he turned around in a small area, jumping up and down, as if he was blocked by something and could not get out.

Why didn't you think of the forbidden formation arranged by the master? Buhe couldn't wait to slap himself for his stupidity. A voice sounded in his ears again: "In actual combat, the fighting method must be more witty, brave and strategic, and guided by the situation, not rash." Go and kill the three scum first, and then go back and clean up the big guy inside. The master's guidance made Buhe suddenly realize, turn around and rush over.

The three qi practitioners, with their long-term experience, are struggling to support. But the other party became more and more proficient in the war, and the cooperation gradually became tacit, and until now, it has been abused and scarred. Seeing that the master was trapped again, he was completely desperate. "We admit defeat!" "We surrender!" "Please stop, fellow Daoists, we have donated all our supplies." The three of them begged in horror.

The besieging disciples, hearing this, softened their hearts and basically stopped attacking. But what happened next taught them a deep lesson, making them understand that the cultivation realm is insidious and cruel. I saw that the three of them were in a panic, thanked their subordinates for their mercy, and trembled Suo Suo and took out something from his arms, a few pieces of spirit crystals, three or two bottles of pills, and some odd items.

In the first actual battle, they beat the other party and told them to forgive, and several young disciples were very excited. Buhe arrived, and when he saw this situation, he was also a little unbearable. Kill these three scumbags, there's no need. No one noticed, and among the things that the three of them took out, there was a cylindrical object, facing them. One of them, holding something, walked towards them, and suddenly, the cylinder, with its brilliance, flickered and spewed out large black needles as thin as a cow's hair.

Screaming and screaming, several disciples fell to the ground with serious injuries. Although he instinctively operated the spiritual power of the body protection, the distance was too close, and the hidden weapon still broke through the body. The sneak attack was successful, and the three of them did not dare to fight, and immediately rushed out of the valley to flee for their lives. Buhe stood more partially and escaped the catastrophe, but his psychology was hit hard.

"Ah--I won't kill you, I will not be a man!" Buhe raised his head and cried out, chasing after him like a madman. A few quarters of an hour later, covered in blood and scars, he returned, leaving three heads on the snow.

The other disciples in the bitter cold stars all came to the snow valley to treat their injured fellow disciples, and their feelings were complicated. Zhang Qi sat on the silver wolf, floating in, his face was cold. "The disciple has failed the teacher's teachings, please punish him. Buhe knelt in front of Zhang Qi, in great pain, and the injured disciple struggled and knelt down, so ashamed that he couldn't raise his head.

Zhang Qi didn't answer, but pointed to the middle-aged monk trapped in the formation, and said coldly to the others: "Divide into three groups, wheel battle, extermination!" There was no guidance, no reminder, only orders. Everyone was awe-inspiring, and after obeying the order, they discussed in a low voice for a moment, and after grouping, they began to enter the magic circle to tear and kill.

Witnessing the tragic experience of Bu and the team, the other disciples all shed their frivolity. Each group made full use of the cover of the magic circle, sneak attack, combined attack, ruthless shots, proper advance and retreat, and tacit understanding. The foundation building monks who were besieged by the Qi practitioners and trapped in the formation were extremely angry, and they used all their strength to perform the exercises, wanting to kill a few to vent their hatred. But contrary to expectations, these qi practitioners are becoming more and more cunning and never fight hard.

Anger, madness, followed by panic and fear. The middle-aged monk was tortured, physically and mentally exhausted, and after more than an hour of continuous fighting, his spiritual power was about to be exhausted. "Fellow Daoists, seniors, Xu knows his mistake, he is willing to offer his belongings, please raise your noble hand!" the middle-aged monk shouted and begged in the array.

It's a pity that this method has been abused by his apprentices. It's good that he didn't shout, but this shouting aroused everyone's hatred. It's still endless, silent attacks. In the end, the middle-aged monk tried his best, and when he flew to dodge, countless vines suddenly grew on the snow, entangled his feet, and Siqin's wood spirit skills were powerful. Then, out of thin air, a whirlwind appeared, wrapped in snow and ice, and surrounded the middle-aged monk.

The fatal blow was inflicted by this group of disciples together, a melee storm. The ice and snow blocked the middle-aged monk's perception, and in the storm, several magic swords, like swimming fish, slashed and strangled. After a few screams, the storm dispersed, and the middle-aged monk died in a terrible state, his head was cut off, his body was pierced in several places, and his flesh was molded into a lake.