The 40-meter-long knife is grasped in the hand.

The fat monk suddenly had a delusion.

He vaguely felt that the reason why Zhang Qingfeng gave him the Wanjun knife in advance seemed to be preparing for today's battle.

Moreover, this big knife, no matter how you look at it, looks like it is specially tailored to deal with the Dark Witch people.

The knife is very long, the blade is very wide, the widest place is even more than one and a half meters, this kind of big knife on people, it will never be comfortable, but when I saw the thin and flexible body of the Black Witch warriors, like fleas, jumping up and down, the fat monk flipped his wrist, changed the slash to a slap, and with a snap, he slapped the five Black Witch warriors who couldn't dodge into the ground.

"Hahaha!"

With a successful blow, the fat monk smiled.

One thing drops one thing, dealing with the thin and small, known for their flexibility, the fat monk who is not known for his speed, although his cultivation is profound, he is really not as labor-saving as the little black dragon, and now, with this big knife that can be used as a racket, it is completely different.

Who said knives aren't group weapons?

That's not big enough, not long enough.

If each knife is tens of meters long like Wan Jun, even if it is thousands of troops, it will not be able to withstand this style of fighting!

Bang Bang Bang ......

The arms of the fat monk who thought he had found a trick to breaking the enemy flew up and down, and every time he fell, several, or even a dozen Black Witch warriors were slapped into the ground.

These Black Witch warriors are strong, although the whole person is inserted into the ground, they will not die immediately, not even seriously injured, the melee guards in the Witch Regiment are the elite of the empire, and it is not so easy to die.

However, for the fat monk, as long as he can stop their attack, it is enough, as for whether people die or not, he can only resign himself to fate, and what he has to do is to ensure the safety of the house and not let anyone break in and disturb Zhang Qingfeng.

Seeing that the warriors who rushed forward were knocked into the ground by the fat monk using the method of whack-a-mole, the dark wizard hiding behind was anxious.

"Concentrate your strength and get rid of that fat man first!"

The wizards who are good at witchcraft are all long-range killers, and melee combat is the life of death, and when they heard that someone had ordered to deal with the fat monk, they immediately targeted the attack on the owner of the forty-meter broadsword.

The overwhelming light of magic fell from the sky.

But for the fat monk who cultivated at the peak of the Eight Realms, although he did not have the racial talent of the dragon clan's magic immunity, the incorruptible body of King Kong and the almost substantial body protection aura outside the body were enough to make most of the spells become ornaments.

By now, the fat monk didn't care about preserving his strength, and the breath in his body was raised to the extreme, and his feet that seemed to be stepping on the ground had already risen from the ground, which made control witchcraft such as earth trapping techniques all lose their effect.

It was getting dark very quickly.

In the small courtyard, there were mountains of bones and rivers of blood.

More than 500 masters of the Black Witch Clan died under the dragon spear of the little black dragon and the big sword of the fat monk.

Thundered!

Suddenly thunder roared in the sky, and a huge whirlpool appeared above the small courtyard.

"Forbidden spells?"

The fat monk glanced up, and his face became solemn.

Forbidden spells, that is the ultimate method that dark witch wizards only use when faced with a life-and-death decision.

Although the battle for the whole day before was fierce and there were heavy casualties, the fat monk knew that the opponent's main force or real means had not been used.

Now, feeling the terrifying power contained in the whirlpool of the sky, the fat monk knew that the real decisive battle was about to begin.

"Dragon girl, be careful, this is the top spell of the Dark Witch Clan!"

Worried that the little black dragon didn't know what was going on, the fat monk reminded him in time.

The little black dragon who was already covered in blood all over his body, and even his hair was stuck to his face, heard the voice of the fat monk and raised his head to look at the whirlpool in the sky.

In fact, with the dragon clan's innate perception of danger, even if the fat monk didn't remind him, the little black dragon also sensed the appearance of danger.

She didn't care, though.

Spell immunity is not just words.

Even if it is a forbidden spell, if it falls on her, the power will be reduced by half, and the remaining power will not be able to break through the dragon's defenses at all.

Therefore, looking at the spell thundercloud overhead, a proud sneer flashed in the little black dragon's slender willow eyes.

However, the disdain in her heart just appeared on her face, and the little black dragon's face changed suddenly, and with a sound of shaking mountains, and with a terrifying dragon groan, her body suddenly rose into the air, revealing her body at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye!

A pitch-black, nearly 200-meter-long dragon was like a flying mountain range across the small courtyard.

The swarthy scale armor that shimmered with metallic luster gave people a sense of oppression that hit the soul directly under the light of the spell.

The fat monk didn't understand why the little black dragon suddenly appeared in his body, and when he saw the direction of the thundercloud vortex in the sky, his expression became more and more solemn while knowing it.

It turned out that this forbidden spell triggered by a high-level wizard was not aimed at the fat monk and the little black dragon at all, but the house that the two of them were protecting behind them!

The reason why the little black dragon appeared was not that the battle situation was so dangerous that she had to use the final hole cards, but to protect Zhang Qingfeng in the house, she wanted to use her indestructible dragon body to resist this forbidden spell!

"Damn, how did I forget that?"

The fat monk secretly scolded himself for being stupid, he had no way to block all of the powerful range lethality spells like the forbidden spell, and the only way to crack it was to find and interrupt the caster behind it before the spell was completed, otherwise, he could only resist hard.

The little black dragon only has the cultivation of the Seven Realms, although the real combat power is not inferior to the powerhouses of the Eight Realms, but the spiritual perception is mediocre, and it is impossible to find the dark wizard who released the forbidden spell in the melee.

But the little black dragon can't, it doesn't mean that the fat monk can't! If he wants to lock on to a target within a thousand meters, it is not much more troublesome than turning his palm, but due to his negligence, now that the forbidden spell is nearing the end, it is too late to make another move.

Click!

There was an earth-shattering thunderclap.

The thunder pillar with the thickness of ten water tanks smashed down on the only house in the small courtyard that had not collapsed with the power of annihilation that destroyed the world and the earth!

"Ahh

It had already been coiled together, and the little black dragon who covered the house under him resisted these dozen thunder pillars with a strong dragon body, forgive the anti-heaven defense that was immune to the dragon body spell, and failed to block the power of the thunder pillar, the little black dragon let out a painful dragon groan, and the dragon scales on his body were smashed out of the cracks by the thunder pillars, and a large amount of blood rain rushed out from the cracks in the armor.

"What kind of forbidden art is this?!"

Seeing this scene, the fat monk's face changed greatly, and his intuition reminded him that even if he resisted with all his might, he would not be able to remain intact under this thunder pillar.

In other words, his Vajra incorruptible body can't stop the thunder pillar emitted by this forbidden spell!

"Could it be a ninth-level forbidden technique?"

The fat monk's mind flashed, and he instantly guessed the identity of the owner behind the forbidden spell, his eyes swept over the audience, and a familiar figure entered his sight.