The power of the Void Broken Tree is actually not very large, and others dare not say it, but any fifth-order cultivator with fire attribute and metallic true qi can almost hit such an effect with a single blow. But without the use of true qi or the power of qi and blood, he can summon heavenly thunder at will, and such a method is unheard of by Zhang Moyan.

As for the fact that the Deadwood Master's move was not very powerful, Zhang Moyan directly ignored this problem. It's really a joke, if the master shoots with all his might, the mountains and the sea crack, and the earth shakes, who can bear the responsibility!

Zhang Moyan's first question was perfectly answered, and he boldly asked the second question: You can summon the thunder at will, this is your strongest means?

Fang Wuxian shook his head and wanted to say, "I'm the best at using a knife", but his pig-killing knife that had followed him for more than twenty years was already in the hands of San'er in the Yaochi Holy Land, and he must not be able to get it back in a short time. And to tell the truth, that's all he does with the knife.

In the early years, he relied on his innate divine power to chop indiscriminately, pure crop style. Later, Su Fei learned the art of knife movement, not so much the knife technique, but the method of using strength, and he also mastered the method of carrying qi and blood through the technique of knife movement. If it is said that the foundation of his current knife skills has evolved from Miao Xiaodao's technique of playing butterfly knives.

With the improvement of martial arts and the growth of cultivation knowledge, Fang Wuxian also pondered the taste. Miao Xiaodao's technique of playing with the butterfly knife is not a knife technique, which combines the small means of silk winding hands, as well as the acupuncture method of the divine needle door, although it is unpredictable, but it is not a stunt.

When he was in Kunlun Mountain, Fang Wuxie realized the technique of using qi to control the sword by chance, and he relied on this method to seize the opportunity several times. But in a sense, the method of using qi to control the sword is not a sword technique, but just a fierce use of the power of blood and qi in his body. What's more, he can't use the method of controlling the sword with qi as he wants, and the price is very great.

Knife, the word dangled around his mouth, and Fang Wuxian swallowed it back again. With a flick of his wrist, a red glow loomed in his fingertips, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Moyan's eyes widened and he wondered, "This is an arrow?" Is your stunt an archery? ”

Fang Wuxian chiseled on the door of Zhang Moyan's head, and said solemnly: "Your stunt is cheap, your whole family's stunt is cheap, and the stunt of being a teacher is archery." ”

Zhang Moyan was very sure that her head was knocked and swollen, she didn't expect Shizun to look as cold as a demon, but he was so black-bellied. Obviously, she was surprised that the blood-colored arrow that appeared out of thin air in Shizun's hand, how could it reach Shizun's ears and become a scolding for him!

"Master," Zhang Moyan rubbed the big bag on his head, and said aggrievedly: "Can you show me your strongest stunt?" ”

Fang Wuxian is not a juggler, of course he will not perform for his apprentices. What's more, it wasn't all for him to shoot blood-colored arrows, it was something that would consume the power of qi and blood, and of course it was better not to use it.

But Fang Wuxian didn't want to use the three blood arrows hidden in the sea of divine consciousness, but the reality forced him to use them.

The enemy is attacking!

There are many enemies, so many that with Zhang Xiaoxiao's strength alone, they will definitely die as enemies.

Initially, Fang Wuxie relied on the power of his divine sense to sense that there were six people lurking and approaching, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and he didn't even tell Zhang Moyan. When the enemy approached about fifteen meters, he touched the warning trap set by Zhang Moyan, and a large stone fell from the tree, and the sound was enough to indicate that the enemy had arrived.

According to the plan that had been repeated countless times a long time ago, Master Deadwood continued to stay in the hiding spot to rest, while Zhang Moyan got up to deal with the incoming enemy. The six-person squad is all soldiers with third-order cultivation, but their cultivation has improved too quickly, and it is too late to transform their cultivation into combat power. Even because of the rapid increase in strength, the control of these soldiers over firearms was relatively weakened, and Zhang Moyan did not have a hard time coping with it, and soon sent the six people back to his grandmother's house.

She continued to rush outward, and solved the two sets of hidden piles that the enemy touched, and after making sure that there were no more enemies around, she relaxed slightly and walked back to pick up the master. Unexpectedly, as soon as she relaxed, the warning sixth sense that had been cultivated by the master these days appeared, and she didn't even hesitate, and hid behind a big tree in one jump.

"Poof, poof" twice, there were already two more bullet holes where she was standing before, this was a long-range sniper, or a double-shot headshot.

Close combat depends on their skills, but snipers appear, separated by a distance of more than 1,000 meters, can blow off the head with one shot. Zhang Xiaoxiao is not sure to deal with the sniper, not to mention that the enemy's sniper is not necessarily alone.

Under the cover of trees, Zhang Moyan returned to the hidden point and told the master about the situation. The plan set for her by Shizun was to go out and judge the location of the enemy snipers, and go over to kill them. In the army, although everyone with a sniper rifle can hit people from a distance, a sniper must not only shoot accurately, but also have a lot of professional knowledge to predict the next position of the target and make a fatal blow.

A well-trained and mature sniper can completely pose a threat to high-level cultivators, but not an ordinary soldier who can shoot accurately. Even if it is a force of more than 1,000 people, you can count the number of people who can act as snipers.

Fang Wuxie's strategy is to kill all the snipers that the enemy can handle, and even if the rest of the people are holding sniper rifles, they can't play a big role in distraction.

"What about you?" Zhang Moyan asked.

Fang Wuxian smiled and didn't reply. Zhang Moyan blushed, she was a fourth-order minor cultivator, and she really couldn't worry about the master of an eighth-order or even ninth-order sage. Just thinking of the eight-character mantra that the master taught her to "have a big face and a careful heart, and act with sincerity", she still said very "emotionally": "You are careful of your body, I will definitely complete the task and rush back as soon as possible." ”

Seeing Zhang Moyan turn around and leave, Fang Wuxian was also worried in his heart, but he had no physical strength, and he didn't have the true qi to bless his body, let alone help Zhang Moyan, it was very difficult to follow her behind. However, Fang Wuxian was not out of the question, he waved his hand towards a dark place in the forest, and a shadow moved like a ghost, and a few ups and downs followed Zhang Moyan, following her out of the woods where she was hiding.

This shadow is Zhang Chunshan's person, a genuine sixth-order cultivator, and one of the three masters sensed when Fang Wuxian rescued Zhang Chunshan.

Fang Wuxian could sense this person's cultivation realm, although he didn't know the specific combat power, but this person followed all the way, and even when he was hiding within two meters, he could make Zhang Moyan, who had reached the peak of the fourth order, unaware, and his combat power would definitely not be low, enough to save Zhang Moyan's life.

Zhang Moyan sneaks outside to deal with the sniper, but the besieging enemy has already arrived. The enemy's target was not Zhang Moyan, but Zhang Chunshan, the person Fang Wuxian pretended to be at this time.

He sat in a hidden place, using his divine sense to sense the more than 100 enemies surrounding him, a blood-colored arrow flipped between his fingers, and when these enemies broke into the twenty-meter range where the power of divine consciousness was most active, the blood-colored arrow suddenly disappeared from his hand, and when it reappeared, it had already passed through the temple of an enemy.

The sound of puff and puff continued one after another, and one after another blood flowers bloomed in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-colored arrow flew back into Fang Wuxie's hand and disappeared.

And at this time, the first person who was hit by the arrow had not completely fallen.

[Author's digression]: Chapter 2