Since the evil shaman came straight to Beigong, and judging by his meaning, he still came alone without any helpers, then he had his own certainty nine times out of ten, and he must have made a good calculation before coming.

If not, he would dare to come and die?

However, meeting our descendants was indeed something he didn't expect.

Although the evil shaman hid it well and didn't show much surprise when we met, I can be sure that the moment he saw us, there was definitely a hint of panic in his eyes.

How powerful is the evil shaman?

We have also discussed this question in private, and we have also studied it with Yuan Shaoweng and others, and the final answer is quite optimistic.

His strength is basically on par with the old man, and this is still counting the fact that he can call a group of immortals with foundations, otherwise, he can't even fight the old man.

The best thing at descending is harming people, and a gentleman who practices shamanism wants to compare with the descending master, but it is indeed more than a cut behind.

After Fang Shiliang pounced, the evil shaman's first reaction was not to fight back, but to desperately dodge to the left, wanting to avoid direct contact with Fang Shiliang.

At the same time, I followed him and blocked the other side of the road.

"Old thing, what are you hiding?" Fang Shiliang smiled ruthlessly, holding the mountain and river sword in his hand, and the range of movements was very large, basically similar to the posture of cutting people, how barbaric it looked.

Without waiting for the evil shaman to return the favor, he raised his hand with a sword and slashed directly on his head and face.

To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen someone wield a sword like this.

It's not a machete....... As for the action, is it so savage.......

Compared with Fang Shiliang, my movements are much more elegant, just simply stabbing him with a coffin nail, and specifically greeting the next three roads.

Don't think I'm sinister, I really can't help it, I've let Fang Shiliang contract the three roads, where else can I poke it?

"You two little brutes!! I don't care about you!! The evil shaman shouted in a hurry, although he was dealing with us with all his heart, but I knew that he was most worried about Song Butian's side.

From beginning to end, his gaze was wandering, and he kept glancing at Song Butian, seeing what he meant, it seemed that he wanted to restrain us as soon as possible, and then go and kill Song Butian.

"Surnamed Xie, isn't that array very important to you?" Fang Shiliang asked him with a smile, while holding the mountain and river sword and slashing wildly: "If that array of eyes is broken by us, do you have to cry?" ”

The evil shaman's skills are very average, but his reflexes are not slow, whether it is the action of dodging or the timing of his shot, he is no worse than us.

Relying on a seemingly unsmashable drum, as well as the whip that hurts on the body, this old thing has been fighting with us back and forth.

Of course, after a closer look, I found that his weaknesses were gradually revealed.

This old thing can fight back, but only in the back....... He doesn't have that much desire to attack us, or rather, he can't attack us effectively.

I can feel the murderous aura in his eyes, that is the murderous aura that wants to swallow us alive, so don't worry about whether he will keep his hand, if this dog has the ability, he will definitely kill me and Fang Shiliang as soon as we meet.

"Old Song!! Did you break the eye of the formation?! I asked in a loud voice, and my hands were like fists of the king, but I was holding the coffin nails and picking them from the bottom to the top.

Hearing me mention this, the evil shaman became even more flustered in his response to our actions.

When the evil shaman barely dodged the sword in Fang Shiliang's hand, he didn't pay attention, and let me seize the opportunity to hold the coffin nail and stab him in the ribs.

When I first got it, I was excited, but I soon realized that something was wrong....... The coffin nail poked in and gave me feedback that it didn't feel like it was stabbing someone, but like stabbing a ball of air.

There was no sense of hindrance, and it was easy to get in.......

"You're just like your grandfather, and you're not the kind of person who likes to keep your hands." The evil shaman turned his gaze and stared at me deadly, almost gritting his teeth, and said, "When I think of your grandfather, I feel that I was too soft-hearted that day, so I should arrest him, torture him for a few years, and then let him die well.......

As soon as I heard him say this, my right hand, which was holding the nail of the coffin, trembled.

How the do you dare to mention this stubble?!

Without waiting for him to say anything more, the mountain and river sword in Fang Shiliang's hand finally slashed into his flesh, cutting into his right shoulder, and the wound was at least ten centimeters deep.

Like me, Fang Shiliang's expression became puzzled after he slashed the evil shaman.

"Something is wrong."

Fang Shiliang said in a low voice, subconsciously about to pull out the mountain and river sword, but the evil shaman held the mountain and river sword with his backhand, as if he was not afraid of the sword blade hurting him, so he dragged it so desperately, not letting Fang Shiliang succeed.

"What do you want to do??" Fang Shiliang glared, and his tone of voice was a little nervous.

"Afraid of what?" The evil shaman smiled: "I've been preparing for most of the day, it's time for you to enjoy yourself, are you still going to run?" ”

The robe worn by the evil shaman is different from the old one's robe, it should be the traditional dress of the shamanism, not only is it glamorous, but there are also many small bells hanging on the body.

The style of those bells is very ordinary, and I can't find the slightest peculiarity, but now think about it....... It seems that something is wrong.

Before that, no matter how big the evil shaman's movements were, those bells had never sounded, but now that they rang inexplicably, the evil shaman didn't make any movements.......

It doesn't sound when it moves, and it doesn't sound when it doesn't move........

"Ah!!h

Before I could figure it out, Fang Shiliang's screams sounded without warning, startling me.

Turning his head, Fang Shiliang's hand holding the Shanhe Sword was already blackened, and there were many black worm-like things, which went down the back of his hand and burrowed into the skin.

It was these things that caused him pain, but strangely, I looked down and saw that I had been attacked in the same way, but I didn't feel anything.

It's just that the Gu Qi in my body is running rapidly, as if something has stimulated them, and they are all running as fast as they can, as if they are repairing my physical body.

As if he had discovered something, the evil shaman stared at me in disbelief with wide eyes: "Why haven't you been affected?!! Doesn't it hurt you?!! ”

Without saying a word, I raised my other hand and stabbed the coffin nail straight into his eye.

The evil shaman's reaction was not slow, he raised his hand sideways, and was about to gouge my eyes with his fingers, but he didn't expect that at this time, some people would not be able to sit still.

No, it shouldn't be able to stand, and that's not a human being, right?

"Goo."

Beigong's movements were very fast, and at the moment of this sound of water, he flashed behind us, and did not make a sound at all when he ran.

Seeing this scene, Fang Shiliang and I didn't dare to hesitate, and controlled the two hands of the evil shaman on the left and right.

Now he can be regarded as weak, if he wants to deal with us, it is basically impossible, he can only stalemate, maybe Fang Shiliang is a breakthrough, but he no longer has that chance.

Beigong's claws have been raised high at this moment, and they are about to fall on the top of the evil shaman's head impartially.

I feel that the evil shaman should be quite desperate, the expression on his face is angry, unwilling, and a kind of ....... Excited??

"Not good!!" I shouted, "Beigong!! Come on!!! ”

What happened in that moment?

I saw the evil shaman smiling, a smile that was very confident and had a chance of victory.

When Beigong's claws were about to touch the evil shaman, a long strip of metallic light rushed out directly from the back of the evil shaman's neck, and almost instantly, pierced Beigong's palm.

Before we could react, Beigong fell to the ground with his head up, and there was no more sound.

Really, it looks like you're dead.

"Those who are lucky, gamblers, but unfortunately you are not gamblers, you are all young offspring who have not grown any hair." The evil shaman smiled, the expression on his face was extremely distorted, and even that kind of smile made people look a little disgusting: "I look at you, you don't have any brains, you can win a game if you sell a miserable game........"

At this, the evil shaman laughed wildly, and the drum whip in his hand fell to the ground with a dull sound.

At this time, the bells on his body trembled more and more, almost crazy.

As the bell rang, the evil shaman laughed and sang along.

"God please!"