A few days later, Wuchen stood at the entrance of Juhe Village. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Broken walls and thick smoke billowed out.

Aunt Zhao next door,

A little spring girl who likes to run back and forth on the street,

The blacksmith, the lame, Liu Dapang's mother... These people who were extremely alive in the past, and even those who disliked Wuchen, were lying motionless on the ground, not breathing.

Further on, the youths of the Niru Brigade began to appear.

Liu Gui, Zhao Yong... Liu San'er... One by one.

The withered body of the village chief Xue Maoliang finally appeared.

This gentle and generous elder has always treated Wuchen well. He is a qualified village chief, elder, and protects the villagers, all for the sake of the village.

Yet he, like everyone else, lay on the cold ground.

Beside Xue Maoliang, there was a burly and majestic body-Pang Niu.

The sky was thick, and there was a dry, dull thunderclap.

The cold wind blew, and the boundless snow fluttered and fell.

"Pang Niu Niru, Pang Niu Niru, you wake up, you wake up..."

"U... Dust... Be.. It's the Dark Witch. They took your mother away... Don't go to them, go quickly... Fast.... Get out of the way!" Pang Niu didn't know where he got the strength to pull the black dust to the side.

A pale bone staff pierced Pang Niu's shoulder, and the sharp tip of the staff pierced out from behind.

"Fortunately, the elder asked me to take a look, and sure enough, there was a trash fish that slipped through the net!" The wide black robe covered the visitor's head and face, revealing only two eyes that shone with yellow light.

I saw him stretch out his hand, and with a bang, the bone staff was pulled out of Pang Niu's shoulder and flew back into his palm.

Pang Niu screamed miserably, and there was no sound.

Wuchen's hands holding the long stick trembled slightly because they were too hard, slightly pale.

The black-robed man looked at the black dust, and his eyes lit up: "It turned out to be you who hurt my second son." Hahaha, it's time for me to make meritorious service in Sanghe, boy, you accept your fate. ”

As he spoke, the big withered hands of the San River, like bird claws, grabbed at the black dust.

A strange black smoke swept away the black dust.

"Witchcraft!"

When Wuchen explained the spiritual arts to him a few days ago, he mentioned it to him.

Witchcraft, also known as witchcraft, mostly uses some brutal and ferocious means to collect the evil blood between heaven and earth, the violent and evil spirit, and is driven by secret methods, which is weird and terrifying, and is not tolerated by the world.

Although witchcraft is extremely powerful, it is similar to spiritual magic in that wizards who perform witchcraft are not physically strong and cannot fight with warriors in close quarters, just like Lingdao spirit masters.

Look at this witch clan casting spells, reaching out and coming at once, at least the strength of a third-order wizard.

A third-order wizard is equivalent to a powerhouse in the Duwu Realm.

The ninefold black dust of the Shiwu Realm could not be the opponent of this Wu clan at all.

Wuchen didn't dare to make a hard connection, and rolled to the side.

Unbeknownst to him, the black smoke did not disperse after a blow missed, and followed like maggots on tarsal bones.

Wuchen stabilized his body, and as soon as he raised his head, the billowing black smoke shrouded down like a black cauldron.

Before he could get close to his body, Wuchen felt a little dizzy.

In desperation, he raised his long stick and swung it upward.

For this formless black smoke, his long stick was of no use at all.

The Mulberry River, not far away, saw this, and a disdainful smile flashed in his eyes.

But where the black stick passed, there was a crackling, like a sound like popping beans, and there were faint sparks flashing.

The strange black smoke was split in two, as if it had been burned by something, and wisps of white smoke came out.

After a while, the black smoke disappeared completely.

Sanhe was secretly stunned, his eyes stayed on the long stick in Wuchen's hand, and a cold light flashed and disappeared.

It was too late to say that it was too late, although Wuchen didn't understand what the reason was, he knew that this stick seemed to restrain the other party's black smoke witchcraft.

Thinking of this, Wuchen let out a loud shout, like an agile swift leopard, and pounced forward. The long stick in his hand was raised high and smashed straight to the top of Sanhe's head.

Sanhe's eyes showed a trace of disdain, his fingers shook in the void, and another cloud of black smoke came out of thin air.

And this black smoke was very different from just now, but it was spinning in the air, forming a jet-black shield in the blink of an eye, blocking in front of him.

Just listen to it!

The long stick in Wu Chen's hand slammed heavily on the shield formed by the other party's black smoke, and it made a violent sound like a medium substance.

Sanhe's eyes were full of pride, he was a great wizard who was about to advance to the fourth order, and this witch shield was stronger than a real shield.

At this moment, only the sound of sneering sounded.

On the black shield, several cracks appeared visible to the naked eye, and where the long stick fell, a pale smoke rose up, and the shield shattered countless times in the blink of an eye.

The San River trembled.

What is that ugly black and red stick?

Wuchen's eyes lit up, he snorted coldly, and the long stick was pumped and swept out again.

Sanhe couldn't help but feel a little depressed, in the past, his own witchcraft was invincible, even if he couldn't fight in close quarters when he encountered a martial artist of the same level, but the other party didn't dare to touch his own witchcraft.

The martial artist of the ninefold martial arts realm is just an ant in his eyes, and he can be killed in the blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, the long stick in the other party's hand seemed to be specially restrained by witchcraft, and even the "witch spirit shield" couldn't resist.

Although Sang He thought to himself, as a third-order high-level wizard, even if he didn't use witchcraft, he might not be inferior to this nine-fold kid of the Martial Arts Realm.

But he didn't want to take the risk.

So much so that under the crazy long stick attack of Wuchen, the strength of the Sanhe River, which was far superior to the other party, came with extremely strange witchcraft, which could only be used to resist.

After a short time, the San River has been forced back dozens of feet by the dust, and this distance is still increasing.

For a while, the black dust had the upper hand, but his face was calm.

The long stick seems to have a miraculous effect on restraining the opponent's witchcraft, but it is not exaggerated as imagined. It can only burn and break through the black smoke that comes into contact with it, and the black smoke that does not touch the surface of the long stick is not affected at all.

And this happened to be discovered by the San River.

Suddenly, the Sanhe monster laughed, pulled out his body, and ejected backwards, and with a wave of his hand, a black pillar of smoke rolled wildly towards the black dust face door.

The black dust long stick waved and greeted him.

Black smoke billowed and white smoke was thick.

In the beep sound, the black smoke came.

At this moment, Sang He sneered and said, "Now you won't let me die?"

Wuchen looked down, but saw that at some point, at the ankle of his ankle, a black smoke rope was tied, and at the other end of the rope was the left hand of Sanhe.

All along, Sanhe cast spells with one hand, making Wuchen ignore the opponent's left hand.

Suddenly.

The black smoke on Wuchen's ankles soared! With a bang, billowing black smoke rose, like a swimming snake, along Wuchen's thighs, chest and abdomen, spreading upward, and after a while, Wuchen was wrapped tightly.

"You—" Wuchen's only eyes and mouth were covered in black smoke in the blink of an eye.

Sanhe laughed loudly, pulled the cigarette rope in his left hand, and swept away into the distance without touching the ground with his foot.

A humanoid pocket-like object, wrapped in layers and layers of thick black smoke, followed closely behind.