The firewood inside the house was extinguished, and the clouds outside the house covered the moonlight.

The dark night spreads like a mire, trapping people in it.

In the space, only the footsteps of the black-robed man remained, and the wheezing sound of Jun Buqi.

Although he said a "wild word", he was actually not at all sure.

The guy who said the previous thing was already lying on the ground.

"At this point, it seems that there is no other choice......

Jun Buqi gritted his teeth, took a step forward, mobilized his vitality, and protected his body with Buddha's light.

This was the first time he had urged Vajrayana with all his might, and the faint light of the Buddha isolated him from the night, making him look majestic and dignified.

"Huh, Dharma?"

The black-robed man narrowed his eyes, and instantly smelled a smell like heaven, and his face showed a touch of disgust.

Without saying a word, he strode forward, and slashed out at Jun Bu's waist with his mace.

Jun Buqi was about to pick it up with his bare hands, but he saw the whizzing mace, the pitch-black body of the mace was surrounded by sharp spikes, and a little silver light drilled out of the dark red bloodstains, and the end was extremely sharp!

This kind of sharp weapon is used by people in the God Refining Realm, and the Vajrayana body protection is afraid that it will not work.

Seeing that the outstretched palm was about to be pierced, he didn't pause.

At the last moment, he suddenly flipped his hands back, and used a move "iron plate bridge", the person seemed to be broken into two pieces out of thin air, and the big stick smashed a ball of air against his belly.

Jun Buqi didn't get up immediately, kicked the ground with big feet under his feet, and retreated with his whole body against the ground.

Before he stood firm, the black-robed man appeared in front of him with a mace and smashed it vertically.

Jun Buqi slapped the mustard seed bag, and there was an extra jet-black ring knife in his hand out of thin air, carrying the treasure knife to meet the big stick.

With a crisp sound, sparks are rising!

No matter how difficult it was to fall the mace, it was actually blocked by the knife.

Both sides were bounced away by two forces and took a few steps back.

Jun Buqi looked at the blade, he didn't even roll a hole, and secretly exclaimed, "Good knife!"

It's the relic of the empty ninja, the Prison Knife!

It's a pity that the knife is good, but the person can't.

This time, the rabbit rose and fell and seemed to be evenly matched, but Jun Buqi only felt that his arm was about to be broken, and his heart was painful.

The black-robed man let out a "ah".

There was actually a crack on his mace, and from the prison knife, he felt a breath that made his heart palpitate.

"You're so much better than those four guys!"

The black-robed man was quite surprised, just now when the first four people of the black wolf besieged him, he smashed on the opponent's puppet with a stick, and the puppet smashed the master again, and when the four sticks went down, they all fell to the ground.

On the contrary, it was Jun Buqi, who could not only take him hard, but also cut his rod apart.

But that's about it!

Looking at Jun Buqi, whose right arm was slightly drooping, the black-robed man laughed: "Lao Tzu wants to see how many sticks you can resist me!"

Then, like a black whirlwind, the mace caught the fierce wind and smashed down on the head.

Jun Bu didn't even breathe, hurriedly blocked another knife, and was shocked to retreat again and again.

This time, he felt that his entire arm was no longer his own, as if the soreness and numbness had been magnified a hundredfold.

"Can't go on any longer!"

If I take another baton, I'm afraid I won't even be able to lift the knife.

Estimating his own state, Jun Buqi immediately made a decision, forcibly stopped the retreat, and took the initiative to slash at the other party with a knife.

The Prison Suppression Knife specializes in suppressing yin and evil, and the black-robed man did not dare to let the blade get close, so he hurriedly carried the mace to block it.

This block is exactly the purpose of the king.

He put away his knife, flipped his body, and his left hand was firmly imprinted on the opponent's chest.

With the flash of Buddha's light, the black-robed man retreated, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood!

But instead of being happy, Jun Buqi's expression changed drastically.

Because his palm just now was his most powerful Vajrayana mudra, and it just made the other party spit out a mouthful of blood!

"How can this continue?"

Looking at the black-robed man who showed no signs of weakness, Jun Buqi's face was full of bitterness.

His tricks were just two, but none of them worked.

The knife technique can't be played yet, but can only slash blindly.

On top of that, his right hand was now trembling so much that he couldn't even hold the Prison Sword, and he no longer had the ability to continue fighting.

The black-robed man on the opposite side was shaken his hand, and he was already furious, roaring and rushing over with a mace.

"Lao Tzu is going to pick your skin and marinate you in the pit!"

If someone else says this, it is probably just an expression of anger.

But this one, presumably, will really do this, perhaps, and will do it less.

Under the anger of the heart, this stick is more powerful than before the injury, and the wind is like a ghost crying wolf.

Jun Bu was frightened, so he could only do his best to hold the knife in both hands, but he was unable to swing it out, so he could only protect it in front of him.

Boom!

The ring knife was knocked away, and Jun Buqi was even more shocked and flew out on his back and rolled to the ground.

He turned over with difficulty, trying to stand up, but it seemed to be more difficult than climbing to the sky, so he could only crawl to pick up the prison knife.

Seeing that he was on the verge of death, the black-robed man stepped forward with laughter and kicked the flying ring knife.

"Hmph! Lao Tzu does what he says!"

As he spoke, the black-robed man bent down and grabbed Jun Buqi, intending to take off his skin while Jun Buqi was still alive.

However, he didn't see it, Jun Buqi's eyes flashed with joy when he was facing the ground, and his hands slapped his back.

This shot was not an attack on the black-robed man, but on something that he had been carrying behind him.

The next moment, in the black cloth, a palm broke through the cloth and suddenly pressed on the chest of the black-robed man!

A tangible golden palm print blasted the black-robed man with a terrifying expression into the air!

The palm print condensed but did not disperse, until he hit the room behind him, and the whole person fell into the earthen wall, only to turn into a huge "吽" character, flashing golden light into the wall, making the earthen wall like a copper wall, making him unable to move.

"That's ...... What ......"

The black-robed man was embedded in the wall, looking behind Jun Buqi with a shocked face, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

At the same time, Jun Buqi stood up with a carp, patted the dust on his body, and grinned at the other party: "Didn't you notice that everyone else has puppets, but I don't!"

"You ......"

Seeing the state of Jun Buqi, where does he look a little injured?

Hearing this answer again, the black-robed man instantly understood everything, and was so angry that a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Are you...... Deliberate ......"

Leaving this sentence, he was completely out of breath.

Jun Buqi sneered, picked up the prison knife from the ground, and walked up to make up for his heart, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at the dead black-robed man, he couldn't help but sigh secretly: "Thanks to the sect master who taught me how to manipulate the corpse of my master, otherwise I am afraid that I would have lost my life here today." ”

It turned out that Jin Baitong not only handed over the medicine man to Jun Buqi, but also taught him some basic operations of puppetry.

In order to prevent him from encountering enemies he cannot fight on the way, so that he can use it to save his life.

It's a pity that the time is too short, and Jun Buqi's learning is limited, so he can only manipulate it by injecting vitality into the corpse of the empty ninja, and can't turn the vitality into silk to control the puppet from a distance like the black wolf head.

Moreover, although the empty ninja corpse is strong, for him in the Ning Yuan Realm, the load is too great to control, just that palm just now almost squeezed out all the vitality in his body.

With this kind of restriction, Jun Buqi naturally cannot be used normally in battle, and can only be used through the method just now to ensure that it can hit with one hit.

So speaking of which, the black-robed man was right, Jun Buqi's previous flaws were indeed deliberately disguised.

But not quite.

For example, his right arm is really in terrible pain right now.

Jun endured the pain, walked to the four black wolf leaders who were still lying on the ground, and investigated them one by one.

It's just that I'm in a coma, and I'm still alive.

Jun Buqi's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't intend to wake up a few people.

Instead, he walked to the corpse of the black-robed man with rat eyes first, and looked at the corpse that was disemboweled by the black wolf, and frowned slightly.

"There is too much energy flowing in this corpse, if you want to clone it, I'm afraid it will cost me a lot of Guiyuan Dan. ”

After shaking his head with some pity, he returned to the wall, dragged the black-robed man from the wall, and dragged him into the darkness.

A pair of bright eyes hid behind the door and stared at Jun Buqi, which was quickly noticed by him.

Jun Buqi stopped dragging the corpse, looked behind the door, and said, "Don't move around here, wait for me to come back." ”

A small head poked out from behind the door, and the chick nodded in response like a peck.

Jun Buqi didn't know that since then, he has had a loyal little fan brother.

He dragged the corpse as his back faded into the darkness.

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