The golden brilliance was extinguished under the black barrier.

Zhang Qingfeng's voice rang out again.

"Taoism is natural!"

This is a mantra in the first page of the opening chapter of the Taoist holy scriptures.

Ordinary people naturally have no power at all when they think about it.

But in Zhang Qingfeng's mouth, it has incredible power.

There was a sudden fierce wind between heaven and earth, and the overwhelming black barrier dissipated like smoke in the gale, and the spells released by dozens of great witches were broken in this way.

"Forest of Eternal Night!"

The Dark Wizards reacted extremely quickly, and at the same time that the Shadow Barrier was breached, they immediately unleashed new sorcery.

The Forest of Eternal Night, a dark sorcery that can only be performed by high-level dark wizards, is also an upgraded version of the subsidence technique, which can not only make the ground collapse, but also imprison a space!

In the raging wind, towering trees rose from the ground, and the dense branches and leaves were intertwined, covering a range of hundreds of meters in a blink of an eye!

"Fire Rain Meteor!"

Zhang Qingfeng's voice sounded in the depths of the woods, and countless fist-sized fireballs fell from the sky and landed in the forest, and suddenly the flames were everywhere, and a large area of the woods let out a painful groan in the flames.

"Fountain gushing!"

The dark wizard showed no weakness, and the spell suddenly changed, and the ground suddenly cracked, spewing out columns of water as thick as human legs, and the fire stopped when it met the water, and was quickly extinguished.

"Celestial Stone Storm!"

Zhang Qingfeng drank coldly in a low voice, and huge rocks fell from the sky, quickly blocking the gushing spring, the ground was in shambles, and the dead tree trunks emitting black smoke turned into little fluorescents and quickly dissipated into the air.

In this way, Zhang Qingfeng and the wizards of the Black Witch Clan showed their magical powers, fighting spells against spells with spells, and in the ruins of this castle, they fought inextricably.

Surrounded by hundreds of masters and powerhouses from major tribes, the Black Witch Emperor quietly observed the changes on the battlefield.

"A single spiritual sense dares to go head-to-head with nearly a thousand high-level wizards, and the legendary number one powerhouse in the continent is really not so easy to deal with. ”

The young emperor secretly sighed in his heart, but his face did not change much, because he knew that no matter how powerful Zhang Qingfeng's spiritual sense was, he didn't want to take people away today, if the time dragged on for a long time, he wouldn't even be able to escape himself, after all, this was the home of the Black Witch Clan!

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In the small courtyard of the Witch Troupe, what was originally a competitive competition is evolving into a battle of life and death.

The light of the colorful spells was overwhelming, and the two figures of the little black dragon and the fat monk were crumbling in the unpredictable spells.

The change in the battle situation was a bit too fast, and it didn't give the fat monk much time to prepare.

Originally, according to his estimate, the fake Gegemu would not blatantly attack him, but who would have thought that the other party would suddenly send more than a dozen wizards with superb magic power to kill the killer at the same time, and he didn't give himself a chance to argue at all!

The fat monk didn't understand why the fake Gegemu was so mad.

But he is not a fool, he knows that something must happen that he didn't expect, which made the other party lose his patience to even play on the spot, and directly tore his face.

Between life and death, the strength of the little black dragon finally could not be concealed.

With the wave of her arm, the coiled spear was like a real long dragon, and everywhere it passed, everything was silent, and all lives were destroyed!

For the first time, the marksmanship taught to her by Zhang Qingfeng showed real power.

This is a peerless marksmanship that surpasses the Golden Rank.

Coupled with the unparalleled power of the little black dragon in the world, every move can shake the world, and the houses and buildings in the small courtyard, except for the one where Zhang Qingfeng meditated and retreated, had long been turned into ruins in the raging and violent gun shadow magic.

In addition to the unstoppable attack power, the dragon talent that is immune to the little black dragon's spell has shocked the eyes of all the black witch wizards!

Needless to say, low-level spells.

Falling on the little black dragon was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it disappeared without a trace without even a splash.

The same is true of intermediate-level witchcraft, which is still three feet away from the little black dragon, and is neutralized by a layer of invisible power, and it disappears with the wind.

The only thing that can cause trouble for the little black dragon is the few high-level witchcraft.

But that can only bring trouble, in order to inflict effective damage on her, at least hundreds of high-level witchcraft are needed to bombard the same part at the same time, which is obviously impossible to achieve in the current battle situation.

The little black dragon alone blocked half of the sky, although her cultivation was only in the Seven Realms, but because of her racial talent that was immune to spells, even the wizards of the Eight Realms couldn't help her for a while.

Compared with the little black dragon, the fat monk's style of play is much more conservative.

The fat monk didn't know how to do magic, and he only practiced one set of exercises in his life, which was the Great Day Diamond Sutra.

But the avenue is three thousand, and the different paths lead to the same end, for the fat monk who cultivates to be only a line away from the Nine Realms, even if he does not use any exercises, he can mobilize the vitality of the heaven and earth for his own use with the aura in his body alone, and it is still easy to protect a lonely house with a radius of ten meters.

To put it simply, the fat monk is the main defense, the little black dragon is the main attack, and the two of them are attacking and defending, so that nearly 100 wizards of the magic witch group are not allowed to get close to the small building where Zhang Qingfeng is located for half a step!

Time passes slowly.

Night is approaching.

The attacks of the wizards of the Wizarding Order became more and more intense.

In the face of the little black dragon who is immune to spells, they have brought in a large number of melee masters.

These newcomers all had Six Realm cultivations, and they pounced on them in waves with shields in one hand and spears in the other.

The rise of the little black dragon killing, the use of the pan gun is becoming more and more convenient, every shot stabbed out, it will bring up a blood line, and every shot is withdrawn, and there will be one or even a few fresh corpses on the ground.

"It's a wolf pack tactic!"

The fat monk couldn't help but worry when he looked at the endless number of warriors of the Black Witch Clan.

After continuous high-intensity battles, the little black dragon's forehead was already sweating.

Dragons are powerful, but they are not invincible.

They can also get hurt, they can get tired, and of course, they can be killed.

After all, the little black dragon is underage, and it is beyond the imagination of the fat monk to be able to persist until now without falling.

"How long will she last?"

The fat monk began to beat the drum in his heart, because he knew that he could hold out until dark at most, and if Zhang Qingfeng did not appear at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"The Blackwater Swamp is indeed not a place that humans can easily set foot in. ”

Originally, with the cultivation of a fat monk as the realm, even if it lasted for another three days and three nights, it would be no problem.

But the problem is that the aura he consumed cannot be replenished at all in Thousand Blades City, which is the most terrifying part of the Blackwater Swamp.

"Looks like it's time for a last stand!"

The fat monk knew that passive defense was useless, and he had to find a way to deter or repel the offensive momentum of the Black Witch Clan and buy time for Zhang Qingfeng.

As soon as he thought of this, he flipped his wrist, and the 40-meter-long Wanjun big knife fell between his palms.