"Maoshan technique, wind, snow and ice!"

Zhu Yiweng's voice sounded in the throat of the old man.

At this time, I was shocked, in addition to his skillful Maoshan magic mudra and the spells that I was familiar with, there was also his purple-black pustule that had completely healed.

The pustules did not crack again, nor did they leak black blood again, but healed completely.

The position of the wound was smoothed, leaving only purple scars, and the purple-black flesh returned to the body, which looked extremely thick, and enriched a dry old man into a sturdy giant.

With the rise of Zhang Laohan's corpse, the entire courtyard fell into a panic.

"Corpse!"

I don't know which one shouted, and then the villagers could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts and began to flee in all directions.

But where can they escape?

With Zhu Yiweng's spell, the entire courtyard seemed to instantly become the coldest area in the world, with violent snowstorms, ice flying, and strong hurricanes blowing in the middle of the courtyard around them, and the villagers who ran away were blown back by the wind before they could escape from the courtyard.

The huge snowstorm blew the villagers into rolling gourds, and many of them had already fainted, and even the eight coffin bearers could not bear the panic and were at a loss to flee the place.

It's a big game now, I didn't expect this Zhu Yiweng to be able to Maoshan Technique, and the power is so great, the same wind, snow and ice, the power he uses is much more powerful than the power I used, this seems to be another time I have encountered a strong enemy.

Well, my fate has always been so tragic, if I don't meet a guy who is stronger than me, then I must thank God for his eight generations of ancestors.

What can I do now? I can't control the scene, so I can only deal with this Zhu Yiweng first and minimize the casualties.

"Wind and snow and ice, coming!"

At this time, the Maoshan technique that I can use is only powerful in the wind, snow and ice genius, so I can only use the wind and snow ice to deal with Zhu Yiweng's wind and snow ice sky.

Unlike him, I concentrated my snowstorm and ice day to one point and released it, or it is more appropriate to call it a snowball of ice and snow.

Outside the house at this time, Li Guanyi also shouted at the same time: "Silence." ”

Li Guan's arms were outstretched, and several fist-sized red beads surged in front of his chest, and those beads turned, and an atmosphere like blood burning was stirred up in the entire courtyard.

"Stop!"

With his shout, the red beads protruding from his chest stopped turning, and as those beads slowly stopped turning, the whole yard seemed to fall into a dead silence, the wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the rain stopped.

It's as if time has been accused, and all the qiē has stood still.

The only one who is not still is Li Guanyi.

I could clearly see that his face was aging, his skin was drying out, his hair was turning yellow as if it had lost its nutrients, and the ends were turning white.

Except for the eyes that were still shining and the few beads that continued to shine red, his whole body was slowly aging.

Li Guanyi used his Silence Technique to delay the lethality of the wind, snow and ice, and protect these villagers from the danger of their lives.

Qian Yongzhen stood behind him, Yun Yun raised his little hand, and the four little ghosts formed a dark fog, surrounding Qian Yongzhen.

But even so, there are still villagers who faint under the attack of the wind and snow, and Yunyun's four little ghosts also belong to the ghost category, and they are extremely reluctant to hold out under this kind of Taoist technique that is quite effective in suppressing zuò, if it were not for the help of Li Guanyi's Silence Technique, I am afraid that it will be annihilated in a short moment.

The shape of this moment is changing too fast, and all I can do is to release my own wind, snow and ice, and I don't know how to deal with Zhu Yiweng, or rather, I don't have the strength to deal with this Zhu Yiweng anymore.

Without mana, I still have a body, looking at the unconscious, wailing villagers in the courtyard, watching Li Guanyi's slow aging, how can I let these innocent villagers and my companions die slowly in front of my eyes like this?

"Yunruo, help me!"

I silently read Yun Ruo's name in my heart, and pounced on Zhu Yiweng, I want to use my flesh and blood to stop Zhu Yiweng's spell, even if I die, I have no regrets.

When I rushed in front of Zhu Yiweng, I realized that I seemed to be a little too pessimistic, because Zhu Yiweng seemed to have exhausted his skills after exerting the wind and snow, and his current state did not seem to be much better than me.

I soon realized that under the influence of Liu Zhihui's Feng Shui Bureau, under the heavy blows of the Daxiong Buddhism Method, under the control of Li Guanyi's Silence Extinguishing Technique, and under my successive blows, even if he was reborn without Yan, he would have to lose his skin, not to mention that he was an old ghost who borrowed a corpse to return his soul, this corpse was not his own, where would it fit so quickly, and then exert his ability to destroy people with a snap of his fingers?

In the final analysis, I still lack a certain understanding of the strength of our small team, the so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands, a good dog can't stand the wolves, everyone in our small team has everyone's ability, once combined, as long as it doesn't run into the level of Han Yucao, it should have the strength to fight.

"Ning Family's physical technique, explode!"

'Boom', when I was stepping and using the Ning family's physical skills to punch Zhang Laohan's arm, Zhang Laohan also gave me a punch at the same time.

The two of us almost collided with each other, and I flew upside down as if I had been struck by a sledgehammer.

Zhu Yiweng controlled Zhang Laohan's body and quickly pursued, and the bodies of the eight strong men who couldn't lift their bodies were flying under his control, and they attacked me like a martial arts master.

This old guy not only knows Taoism, but also has first-class kung fu, and his gestures have a quaint atmosphere, if it weren't for Zhang Laohan's figure being a little uncoordinated, I am afraid that the power between Zhu Yiweng's fists and feet is no less than that of a great grandmaster.

It's over, you can't fight each other with spells, and you can't beat each other, is this the rhythm of annihilation?

Zhuge Liang is still seven out of Qishan before his ambition is unpaid, and I am a hero with tears for the first time?

Well, I am indeed a little thick-skinned compared to the great immortal Zhuge Wuhou, I am a tragedy maker, and I can only talk about masturbation by comparing myself like this at this time.

After three or five punches, I was beaten back frequently by Zhu Yiweng, and in a few strokes, I was beaten into a mourning dog with a tail, so I could only hide.

Don't ask me why I don't work hard, it's also skillful, right? Only if you fight well can you solve the problem, what difference does it make if you can't fight and sacrifice that idiot?

Just when I was already in a predicament, looking around for opportunities to fight my hard, a stronger sense of crisis suddenly made my hairs explode.