Sikong Ying turned around and scattered the light in the hands of the thousand-faced Daoist, and behind him, Luo Peng flew up and roared, and the momentum on his body instantly shattered all the dirt that covered his face, revealing his hideous face!

Zombies, that is after the death of a person, the muscles are stiff, the skin is slackened, and there is a tense appearance, even if it is resurrected by the essence of the sun and the moon and the essence and blood of people, that appearance will definitely not be the same as ordinary people, it must be extremely hideous! It's just that to the point where he Luo Peng and Nangong Yu are like him, they will already change into humans like other monsters.

Therefore, their usual appearance is conjured with spells, but zombies are such things, once they have spiritual intelligence, they will open up the human nature before they were alive, so few zombies will change into other ways after learning the art of change, but they will change according to their own appearance before they were born. So, when they remove the dharma, they change from what they were before death to what they look like after death.

At this time, this Luo Peng's hideous face is what he will look like after he dies!

"Roaring ——!"

That Luo Peng shouted, his eyes and mouth flashed with red light, and suddenly, the temperature around him, which was already much hotter than other places, rose a few degrees again, and the thousand-faced Taoist only felt that a heat wave came in front of him, and he couldn't control his body, and suddenly fell down!

Behind him, the six saw that their boss had made a move, so they didn't hold it out, and went up to say hello, but they didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly, and the script was wrong at that time!

At this time, Luo Peng fell to the ground again, pressed the ground with both hands, and the ground suddenly cracked, and the thousand-faced Daoist man just landed, and countless big hands suddenly appeared on the ground, like shackles, and began to wrap around the seven people.

These big hand shackles seem to be made of clay, but in fact they are as hard as steel, and the Thousand Faces Dao people are just that, those six boys don't have the ability to break free from Luo Peng's spells, they are all imprisoned by this clay shackles!

The thousand-faced Taoist fell to the ground, and he saw a big hand of dirt wrapped around him, and he knew that it was not good, so he used his mana to smash the big hand of soil, and quickly got up.

It's all here, and if he doesn't understand what's going on, he's a fool!

The Thousand-Faced Daoist turned into a man and returned to his original body. He is about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a black robe, wearing a turquoise belt around his waist, and his face is covered with a mask, in the shape of melon seeds, with a sharp rush, and his whole body is snow-white, and his eyes have pitch-black crescent eyes.

His two crescent moon eyes were really different from the crescent moon eyes that Elder Liu laughed at that day, and Elder Liu's two eyes looked very kind that day, but the crescent eyes of this thousand-faced Taoist looked so weird and terrifying.

The thousand-faced Taoist stretched out his hand, and a short-handled spear appeared in his left and right hands, with a black rod and a bright silver tip, this was his weapon!

At this moment, Sikong Ying had also arrived in front of him, and he hit it with a stick, and the thousand-faced Taoist hurriedly raised his gun to parry, and the two people hit each other with sticks, while Luo Peng concentrated on using earth-based spells to seal the six boys.

Those six strengths are indeed there, but it is definitely not enough to meet Luo Peng, although they are struggling strongly, but their mana is low, and they don't work at all, and after a while, there are six more vivid human forms in the same place...... Sand sculpture?!

These six little unlucky bastards probably never thought that they would be able to be a sand sculpture in their lifetime!

Luo Peng raised his head and looked at Sikong Ying and the Thousand Faces Dao Man, at this time, these two people had already fought ten steps away, and the two of them had about the same force value, one came and went, and no one took advantage of anyone in dozens of rounds.

This is an all-out relative, not acting, it seems that the thousand-faced Taoist really has some ability, and he can even tie with Sikong Ying, the head of Maoshan who is on the Tianya list.

Luo Peng received my order, the red beard, and he was killed directly, but this is not a red beard now, to fight or not to fight.

After hesitating again and again, pondering, forget it, let's try it twice!

At this time, Sikong Ying smashed down with a stick, and the thousand-faced Taoist crossed his head with two guns to resist, and held the stick, and when he turned his head, he saw that Luo Peng pounced viciously, and the black palm in his right hand looked difficult to deal with!

The thousand-faced Taoist was startled, and quickly retracted his hands back, and then pushed upwards vigorously, pushed away the bamboo staff of Sikong Ying, freed his left hand, and stabbed it with a shot, and the tip of the spear was just on Luo Peng's palm!

At this moment, the thousand-faced Daoist felt that his spear seemed to be against a thick wall, if this was an ordinary short gun, if it was under this kind of force, it would definitely break directly! His pair of short guns were magic weapons, and their strength was beyond the ordinary utensils, Rao was so, he could feel that his gun was coming from a dangerous sound.

Whether it was a magic weapon, even himself, the skin, flesh, tendons, veins, and even bones of this left arm were all in pain, as if they were about to be broken!

Hurry up! The thousand-faced Taoist waved his hand and waved away Luo Peng's palm, the battle between the gun and the palm just now, not only his thousand-faced Taoist side was affected, Luo Peng's momentum also disappeared under the collision just now. At this time, he could only be swept by his backhand, leaving aside his right palm.

At this time, Sikong Ying attacked again, and another stick came, and the thousand-faced Taoist had to resist with a short gun in his right hand. But at this time, Luo Peng attacked again.

Sikong Ying and Luo Peng stood side by side, although it was the first time to cooperate, but they inexplicably had some tacit understanding, maybe the two of them had been playing for so long before, and they knew each other well.

Two people one in front of one behind, one left and one right, the thousand-faced Taoist used a weapon like a short gun, in the face of such an offensive, he was naturally overwhelmed, and with the strength of one hand, he couldn't resist a person's attack at all.

After a few more rounds of fighting, suddenly Luo Peng took a few steps forward and squeezed Sikong Ying behind him, and the previous situation was broken in an instant, and he stretched out his ape arms alone, fighting a thousand-faced Taoist alone.

The thousand-faced Taoist looked at it, this is a good coming! He was worried that one could not beat the two, so he hurriedly greeted him with two guns, one shot against him and one hand, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, because Sikong Ying would come over soon.

Thinking like this, the heart of the Thousand Faces Dao was horizontal, and he directly took water from a double dragon! The two spears stabbed forward in unison, Luo Peng immediately withdrew his hands, grabbed one with one hand, and resisted the move of the Thousand Faces Dao man to take water from the double dragon.

But at this moment, Luo Peng suddenly heard a crisp sound of "click", but he didn't feel the meaning of the two guns breaking in his hand, he was puzzled, and looked at it, but found that a horizontal crack appeared in the white mask on the face of the thousand-faced Dao person, if it was a human face, it should be the position of the tip of the nose.

This mask was not attacked in any way, but it was inexplicably cracked, which was really incomprehensible, Luo Peng looked at the mask, and couldn't help but have some doubts.

It was this moment of distraction, the Thousand Faces Dao Man seized the opportunity and urged the mana, the mask shattered in an instant, and a red and white light was like the early sun clouds, rushing straight out, Luo Peng was only a short distance away, and he was attacked almost at the same time!

This move was transformed by the inner pill he had cultivated in his body, and its power was beyond imagination! But it also consumed almost half of his mana!

"Brother Dao!" Sikong Ying immediately shouted as soon as he saw that Luo Peng was sent flying out by the red light. He didn't know Luo Peng's name, so he used the names they usually called some unknown senior brothers, just like the common people called "brothers".

But he also knew that at this time, he had no way to rescue him, so he could only turn around and raise his hand and smash it down.

The Thousand-Faced Daoist had just repelled Luo Peng, and when he looked back, Sikong Ying was beating him with a stick from the other side, and in a hurry, he could only use the short spear in his right hand to contend with it. The right hand had just blocked the stick, and before he could meet the left hand again, the Sikong Ying stick method changed again, one hand fixed as the axis, and the other hand controlled the tail of the stick, and instantly drew a circle.

As soon as the Thousand-Faced Daoist caught his stick with his right hand, the stick shook and rolled inward, and immediately pinned the short gun in his hand and was close to the inside of his arm.

Sikong Ying slapped the tail of the stick, and the bamboo cane suddenly rushed forward, and the head of the stick rushed straight to the back of the thousand-faced Taoist, pressing his right rib cage and pressing him to bend sideways.

At this time, only half of the mask on the face of the Thousand Faces Daoist was left, blocking the part above his nose, below the nose, exposed to the outside, especially the mouth, at this time, he gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to use the only exposed facial organ to express his anger, but it was useless.

In this position, he couldn't straighten his waist at all, and the only right hand that could reach Sikong Ying was also restricted from moving at this time.

His right arm and the short spear in his hand basically formed a right angle, Sikong Ying's bamboo cane, directly parted from this right angle, the right arm of the thousand-faced Taoist wanted to deviate to the left, the arm touched the bamboo cane, and could not move forward; if he wanted to go to the right, the gun in his hand blocked the bamboo cane, and he could not move forward, and he could not exert his strength at all.

But if there is a way to solve this situation? Yes, that is, let go of his right hand and drop the short gun, so that Sikong Ying will not pin his arm, and he will be free. But......

As soon as the weapon is loosened, the pressure will definitely rise.

Loose, or not loose, this is a question! The thousand-faced Taoist thought about it for a second and decided, loose!

If you don't let go, you won't even be able to move, so you'll still be a fart! Don't say for a while, those elders will find out that they are not rushing over, even if Luo Peng has slowed down, he will be finished!

Thinking of this, the thousand-faced Taoist suddenly let go of his hand, and at the same time quickly shook his right arm, bent forward and rushed forward, and suddenly broke away from the control of the bamboo cane in Sikong Ying's hand, turned around, and stabbed with a shot in his left hand.

At this time, Sikong Ying's advantage appeared, his weapon was long, and the weapon of the Thousand Faced Dao was short, and now, at this distance, it was obviously a long weapon that was more open!

Sikong Ying blocked the short spear of the Thousand-Faced Daoist with a backhand, and directly hit the thousand-faced Daoist in the chest with the other end of the bamboo cane.

At this time, the Thousand Faces Dao Man's shot had just been opened, how could he come back to defend, in the midst of the crisis, he could only use his right hand to grasp it.

Ulla——!

Sikong Ying was very happy, and this voice was finally heard.