After drawing that air blade, the scourge did not stop at all, his hands tightly grasped the wooden handle of the spear, and his feet barely stayed in the air for a few seconds against the wind that erupted from the spring cave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He took advantage of the few seconds in the air to exert force one after another, and forcibly showed a set of sharp and strange marksmanship.

The air exploded with a series of demented ghostly howls, which were mixed with the sound of the silver spear head breaking through the air, which was even more poignant and eerie. The head of the silver spear sliced through the air, and with a light white air blade, it slashed into the body of the Purple Wind Scatterer, quickly slicing his body into many small pieces that were not connected. This set of marksmanship is not so much a marksmanship, but a halberd, with very few straight stabs, and most of the moves are to use the sharp blades on both sides of the silver spear head to slash horizontally and vertically, and occasionally come to one or two blows to pick up. His marksmanship is really like a gun into the flesh, but he never sees blood, and he has cut the enemy in half with a horizontal slash, but he can't make it shed a drop of blood.

The Purple Wind Scatterer, who was torn apart, didn't have any extra moves, he didn't need to fight back, just relying on the passage of time to make the calamity fall by himself. Scourge roared angrily, his voice as sharp as a wolf's howl, but it couldn't resist the influence of gravity and fell back to the ground. He was concentrating as he fell, ready to take off again as soon as he touched the ground.

He fell, helplessly seeing the broken body of the Purple Wind Scattered Man shaking like a mirror, and then put it back together completely, appearing in place unscathed.

"You don't have to struggle needlessly. Zifeng Sanren was silent for a moment before he said, his voice was still as sharp and low as FM electronic sound, high pit tactful, switching back and forth, sometimes it was a male voice, sometimes it became a female voice, and it sounded like a cold voice from the gallbladder: "You are equal to the front of this immortal, but what this immortal said, it is your fate, if you want to resist, it is useless!" He said to himself, as if he didn't care at all that Feng Lieshan inserted ten wire flying knives into his body.

There was no blood flowing out, no muscle spasms and any other painful reactions, and even Feng Lieshan didn't feel that he had hit anything at all, as if the Purple Wind Scatterer in front of him was just a phantom, but Feng Lieshan himself felt that this Purple Wind Scatterer must be a person who really existed here. Feng Lieshan stretched out his arms forward, his palms were closed, his ten fingers were crossed, and the gray-blue subtle light continued to surge forward along the extremely thin "steel wire", injecting into the flying knife that had long been submerged in the body of the purple wind scatterer, and a terrible scream came out from the purple wind scatter at this time, enveloping the entire stone hall, and it may have even spread to the outside of the purple blood temple, but it still could not destroy the body of the purple wind scatterer in the slightest.

Zifeng Sanren was talking to himself, and then as soon as he raised his hand, just a light touch made Feng Lieshan vomit blood and fall down. On Feng Lieshan's ten fingers, the ten silk threads connected to the flying knives were all broken, and a spirit weapon of excellent quality was destroyed so casually, and his own vitality and the "Yuan Shen" that had not yet been formed were all hit very hard, and he barely managed to stabilize his body while vomiting blood and fell.

At this time, the bogey had already landed, but he did not continue to jump up, and Feng Lieshan's miserable appearance reminded him that a fierce fight could not solve any problems.

"Everyone, please spread out a little bit! Leave enough room for fighting! This guy in front of you, I'm afraid that you have to work together to defeat, you listen to the kid's words, don't care about anything else, knock this monster down!" At the same time, Liang Yunguang of the Demon Power Pavilion said loudly while making a gesture to everyone, he was slightly weaker when he was personally passed down by Feng Lieshan, but he gradually had a little sense of the overall situation.

"The deity doesn't need you to be a grass person! Fellow monks, listen to the deity's words, spread out first, and listen to the deity's command later, and kill this guy who is in the way!" "The Mingquan aunt of the Holy Water Sect is the most particular about seniority, and naturally she is not willing to listen to the mercy of Liang Yunguang and his classmates, but she has no concept of the overall situation in her eyes, and she lacks a good grasp of the current situation, so she can't think of any other ideas at the moment, so she can only scold Liang Yunguang first, and then repeat his words again.

At this time, all the monks were nervously on guard, all of them looked at the ceiling intently, how could they have more scheming? Without thinking about it, according to Aunt Mingquan's words, they each spread out a distance of three or five meters, so that no matter where the Purple Wind Scattered people pounced downward, the monks had enough space to dodge and move sideways.

"Anyone who resists will be punished by the immortals!" said the purple wind in the sky, mixed with an indescribable strange sense of machinery, as if he, a guy with flesh and blood and shadows, was just an intelligent program.

After he finished speaking, he reached out and patted the crescent-shaped box behind him, and his movements were very mechanical. I heard a boom, and the box exploded, and several ordinary-looking black weapons flew out of it.

A sword, a knife, a short spear, a short-handled double-headed axe, a soft whip, and a pair of iron palms.

Six weapons were silently suspended in the air, and a layer of viscous blood light appeared on each weapon. A disgusting feeling of suffocation suddenly permeated the audience. Silver Dust, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, even felt his heart beat wildly uncontrollably, and the crowning of the gods on his body suddenly swelled up and turned into an oval-shaped magic shield.

As a result, his position was exposed.

"Huh, is there still a person hiding behind the stone pillar?" Fang Tianhang, who was worthy of practicing swords, could still pay attention to the movements around the hall in this situation, and saw the abnormal flash behind the stone pillar at a glance, and immediately called out. When Yinchen heard his words, he shrugged helplessly, he couldn't hide it anyway, so he simply showed up from behind the stone pillar without saying a word.

As a result, half of the monks were distracted and looked over to Yinchen. Under the threat of the Purple Wind Scatter, these monks were even more afraid of what monsters were still hiding in the stone hall, and secretly plotted against them. The monks are not very afraid of death, and the beheading is no more than a big scar, but what they can't bear the most is that they are desperately fighting with the Zifeng Sanren on their side, and secretly hiding someone or something to make a yellow finch, which is a grievance that they absolutely can't bear.

As soon as the silver dust flashed, it appeared from behind the stone pillar.

Fang Tianhang's face turned white, Du Chuanchang's face turned black, Liang Yunguang's face turned blue, Feiquan's face turned red, Lei Qianqi's face turned gray, Woe's face turned purple, Zhenwu's face turned green, and Yinchen's face turned cold. (To be continued.) )