Zhang Mazi put the cigarette stick upright, like a sharp sword, straight into the dome, and said coldly, "It's just right, I'm also thinking about you, after so many years, there are always some things to understand." ”

I stared coldly at the deeper and deeper fog at the door, and shouted loudly, "Shameless old bastard, you have to sneak in even revenge, hide your head and show your tail, in addition to plotting, what other skills do you have?" ”

The wind inside the door surged, and his hoarse and terrifying smile came, "Success and defeat, this world only talks about the result, regardless of the process!" ”

After speaking, the Tibetan Chuan took a step forward, and there were many crutches made of fine iron in his hand, and he stomped it on the ground fiercely, the momentum of the whole person was expanding, looking terrifying, he looked at Zhang Mazi with a cruel smile, "With your current state, what else can you do except let me slaughter?" surnamed Zhang, if you want to die happily, be honest and take the initiative to offer Yin Yu! ”

"You're dreaming!"

Zhang Mazi's eyes were cold, staring at the Tibetan mage at the door, and he roared, "I want to take the Yin Jade, see how capable you are!" ”

After speaking, the slender cigarette stick quickly drew a circle in his hand, and as soon as his arm was raised, he quickly chanted the mantra, and at the same time, the Tibetan mage also let out a yin evil smile, and with a flick of the cuff, a black light jumped out of it in an instant, and went straight to Zhang Mazi.

There was a hazy aura in the black light and shadow, and I saw countless ghost shadows of the lunar calendar swinging around in it, and they all threw vicious eyes at Zhang Mazi.

This guy's soul control technique is so domineering, controlling dozens of spirits at once!

My heart tightened, and I instinctively shouted to be careful! Compared with my nervousness, Zhang Mazi showed a slight smile, quickly raised the cigarette stick, put his fingers on it, and waved it quickly, and soon, an invisible airflow burst out, permeating the cigarette stick, forming a reverse cloud, and suddenly pounced on the opponent.

The two air currents collided in the air, erupting into a sharp roar, countless ghosts filled the air, and thick clouds rolled, turning into a pitch-black and deep air mass, constantly moving in the courtyard, scurrying around.

I felt a black overhead, and when I looked up, I saw that a black cloud had spread from the top of the courtyard gate, which enveloped the entire courtyard, and the cold wind blew the roof, and the rubble exploded, bounced up and fell, and was cut into pieces in the cold wind, turning into "mud spots" flying around.

Soon, a black cloud floated behind Zhang Mazi, and a miserable white thug stretched out from the mist and grabbed the back of his head suddenly.

Zhang Mazi immediately had an induction, quickly erected the cigarette stick, and quickly struck it up.

Bang!

The Yin Spirits collectively erupted into a scream, and the whole body of the ghost thing burst into flames, and a lunar face flashed in the thick fog, roaring violently, and running wildly in the direction where the Tibetan mage was.

The sound of the mantra in Zhang Mazi's mouth did not stop, and soon a column of qi that could not be captured with the naked eye filled his body, and he frantically pounced on the back of the yin spirit.

Under the impact of the air current, the air seems to be frozen, and the atmosphere is calm.

The black mist seemed to be frozen there, and there were endless ghostly wails in the thick fog, but no matter how they struggled, they couldn't escape the shackles of Zhang Mazi's spell.

"Old thing, I can't imagine that you still have this hand, hehe, see if you can hold on to such a time!" The Tibetan mage's pupils narrowed a few times, and then he let out a grim grin, folded his hands and quickly recited the head-lowering mantra.

Zhang Mazi quietly confronted the other party for a long time, and suddenly sighed and said, "You have been very smart since you were a child, and your qualifications are much better than mine, but you always like the sword to go sideways, and you don't enter the right path, the master was killed by you, you not only stole the Li Wu Sutra mantra, but also integrated all the spell black methods in Southeast Asia, you always say that you want to be the first person in the art world, but the master has long seen that you have taken the wrong path." ”

"It's all nonsense!" The Tibetan mage's eyes burst out, and he was chanting a mantra when he suddenly changed his technique, and his violent eyes were fixed on Zhang Mazi's face, and he roared violently.

"You are obviously jealous of me, you are afraid of being surpassed by me, so you have repeatedly sued the teacher, and even caused me to be expelled from the school, I can ignore you, but you shouldn't kill my child!"

"I didn't hurt him!" Zhang Mazi sprinkled all the blood of his middle finger on the cigarette stick, quickly recited the mantra a few times, and the surface of the cigarette stick suddenly condensed a dark red anger, Zhang Mazi waved the cigarette stick in his hand, shook the fog away, and roared,

"It's him who took the crooked road, the upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked, he doesn't know how to learn well like you, and he actually caught more than a dozen pot-bellied women to test the evil descent, since he was bumped into by me, how can there be a reason not to teach him!"

"It's all nonsense, don't say anything about this high-sounding excuse!"

The Tibetan mage let out a roar that split the sky, and a thick black pillar of smoke filled his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he roared, "If you kill me, I won't make you feel better, I will not only kill your own son, but even all the people who have a relationship with you, and I can't let go of any of them!" ”

At the same time, a terrible roar came from the depths of the dense fog, and the storm surged, swinging the dense fog indiscriminately, and a series of grimaces appeared in vain, and they gradually broke free from Zhang Mazi's control, and one by one the ghost hands of the lunar calendar also broke through the air, grabbing Zhang Mazi's face mercilessly.

Zhang Mazi couldn't dodge, he was caught by the nails of the yin spirit, and suddenly there was a hideous scar on his face, and a lot of blood oozed out of the black, Zhang Mazi took a step back, and waved the cigarette stick violently, and after the spell fell, the fog suddenly dissipated, and several fierce spirits fell to the ground, and he waved the cigarette stick continuously, all of which were scattered.

After dealing with so many Yin Spirits, Zhang Mazi was a little reluctant, took a few steps back quickly, grabbed the cigarette stick in his hand and gasped frantically.

The wound on his face oozed a large black streak, slowly covering his nose and chin, making it look terrifying.

Seeing Zhang Mazi suffer, my heart suddenly tightened, and I wanted to get up to help him, but as soon as my body moved, I immediately felt sore, and I lost even the strength to stand up, so I could only sit back weakly, and bitterness welled up in my eyes.

"Haha, you're not my opponent at all, you go die!"

The Tibetan mage let out an even more terrible roar, and several puffs of gray smoke burst out of the thick fog, each of which was filled with a black ghost, which quickly shot into Zhang Mazi's chest.

Zhang Mazi was hit one after another, constantly roaring, and his steps gradually staggered, when he tried his best to resolve those grievances, the Tibetan master suddenly found an opportunity, ran out of the door, and slammed the cane in his hand up, and hit Zhang Mazi on the left shoulder.

"Click!"

I heard the sound of Zhang Mazi's left shoulder blade breaking, and my heart was horrified, but the injured Zhang Mazi burst into a rage in vain and swept the cigarette stick towards the Tibetan master's chest.

Bang!

Two muffled sounds in succession, the two fell backwards at the same time, Zhang Mazi propped his back on the wall, his face was pale, and even the arm holding the cigarette stick was trembling, on the other hand, the Tibetan mage, although he also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was sluggish, but he was not fatally injured.

He smiled obediently, "What else can you do now?" ”