To be distressed is to be distressed.

Not to mention that the four iron-born spirit figurines that the fat man in the yellow shirt has almost entrusted most of his efforts to it are Wei Ye's peach daughter who has only been cultivated for a few months, and if it is easily destroyed by someone, it will be distressed for a long time.

The fat man in the yellow shirt sat on the sliding rod, looked at the iron fetal spirit figurine that had begun to be gradually invaded by the fire talisman, his face was expressionless, and he pressed his left hand on the sliding rod!

Pressing the sliding rod with his hand, under the white brocade veneer of the four iron-fetal spirit figurines, there was a faint flash of red light.

Wei Ye succeeded in one blow, and the sword trick in his left hand was pulled again, and his arm was closed in front of his chest, the fire on the sword was scorching, and the true fire of Dongyang turned into a blade to break the evil, wanting to wait for the old technique to be repeated.

Mozi's swordsmanship turned into Tie Ge's vertical and horizontal meaning, which increased the power of the Dongyang Fire Sword. However, the sword pierced the chest of the iron fetus spirit figurine, but saw the iron tire spirit figurine's body turn, stepping on the solid ground of the Mangshan Plain, and lying on the ground like a pine.

The iron-fetal figurines seemed to be lying in a non-lying room, and the sliding rod carried the fat man in the yellow shirt and flew out sideways.

Knowing that this gloomy bamboo sliding rod was as good as gold and iron, Wei Ye didn't want to fight hard, so he rolled his body and killed between the four iron fetal spirit figurines.

Entering the battle circle, the iron fetal spirit warriors instinctively stretched out their legs in unison and pressed towards the top of Wei Ye's head!

The peach daughter went up horizontally, Wei Ye's sword trick supported the sword spine, and the sixteen-character Dongyang sword above the sword blade suddenly lit up. The real fire ignited the fire seal, and suddenly turned into four spirit rune phantoms, burning straight towards the feet of the iron fetal spirit figurines.

The real fire talisman is attached to the straw sandals on the soles of the iron tire figurines, and it is burning upward. Straw sandals are flammable, even if they are protected by yin qi, and when they encounter the true fire of Dongyang, they will instantly emit a burnt smell. The True Fire Talisman Seal penetrated the barrier of the straw sandals, and immediately went up towards the legs of the Iron Fetal Spirit Warrior.

On top of the sliding rod, the fat man in the yellow shirt gradually turned pale, holding the copper fish talisman in his hand and slamming it suddenly, and suddenly all over the ground on the top of the Mangshan Mountain, a miserable white and foul-smelling corpse qi rushed out.

This kind of filthy aura is the best way to resist the Dao Sect Righteous Law, and the immortal warlock knows that something is wrong, so he supports the ground with one hand and rolls out violently.

In the airflow of the accumulated corpses, Wei Ye borrowed the Dongyang True Fire to burn the Dongyang Sword Fire Talisman on the Iron Fetal Spirit Warrior, and they flashed one after another, and the firelight became much weaker in a blink of an eye, and it looked like it was about to be extinguished. The immortal warlock frowned, and the sword trick stabbed out diagonally, and a flash of fire rushed straight towards the fat man in the yellow shirt.

The Liujia arrow rushed straight towards the firelight, and the fat man in the yellow shirt still had a solemn face, holding the copper fish talisman in his right hand, and the ring finger of the middle finger of his left hand was slightly bent, slightly playing on the back of the copper fish talisman. His pale, fleshy fingertips twitched the fins on the back of the bronze fish talisman, like a young girl who had just learned to play the gonghou and tried to tune it for the first time.

Under one bullet, two bullets, three bullets, and three bullets, the Liujia arrow has been killed in front of the fat man in the yellow shirt!

The Liujia arrow with the Dongyang sword is a sharp weapon for killing demons and ghosts. However, the fat man in the yellow shirt looked as pale as an ancient well, and he didn't retreat or hide, just a pair of eyes that were a little small by the fat on his face, and glanced at the Liujia arrow.

It was at this glance that Wei Ye, who sacrificed the Liujia arrow, noticed that something was wrong, it seemed that the Liujia arrow had shot into an incomparably viscous asphalt pool, sticky everywhere, sticky everywhere, even if it was as smart as the Liujia arrow, it couldn't get rid of this ubiquitous sticky feeling. Immediately, a vigorous force suddenly emerged from this sticky feeling, like an invisible vice, clamping the arrow body of the Liujia arrow, so that the Liujia arrow could not advance or retreat!

Of course, there are no invisible vises, only the extremely powerful thoughts cultivated by this fat man in the yellow shirt in the sea of self-knowledge.

One eye for a fixed arrow.

With such a powerful mind, it is comparable to those Buddhist cultivators who have been sitting in meditation for more than ten years.

The debate monk didn't know when he was side by side with Xiao Gao, and beat the long-haired monster with unkempt demon hair to the ground. At this moment, the heretic of the outer path among the Buddhist magic monks glanced at the battle situation on Wei Ye's side, and then shouted: "This monster is so powerful, you have to think of a way to break his condensed state first!"

In a word, it is called breaking the trick, and the debate monk patted Xiao Gao on the shoulder beside him, and said, "In the middle of the exam, don't be distracted", and then shook the tin cane, and ran towards Wei Ye's side.

The fat man in the yellow shirt was willing to let the combat power of the two sides converge, and the bronze fish talisman in his hand was raised in front of the debate monk.

The bronze fish talisman was raised, but a ghostly roar was heard rushing from behind.

The black cloud that was broken by Wei Ye's real rocket actually converged into a overlapping shape again. In the black clouds, the rakshasas leaped, and the demons danced, as if they had not been hit hard by Wei Ye's Dongyang True Rocket.

The sword trick in the left hand of the immortal warlock was urged, trying to drive away the annoying stubborn mental power on the Liujia arrow, and suddenly realized: "No wonder you are unwilling to contribute, it turns out that this ghost army needs the manipulator to use the power of his own mind as a salary to catalyze the repair of the underground yin qi." However, no matter how deep the power of your mind is, it is still limited after all, and I want to see how much you have to spare. ”

The fat man in the yellow shirt faced Wei Ye and replied lightly: "You don't care how much spare I have left, all in all, it is more than enough to kill you." ”

Listening to these confident words, Wei Ye smiled lightly, and Tao Qianjin pointed forward: "But in front of you, I'm not alone. ”

The fat man in the yellow shirt sat on the sliding pole and shook his head, and replied with a hint of sarcasm: "You are the only one." ”

You are the only one, and there are countless killing intentions hidden in these words, and at this moment, the black cloud carrying a group of ghost armies suddenly fell towards the top of Mangshan Mountain. The black clouds fell on the top of the original and suddenly turned into many black curtains, which were even deeper than the black curtains in the political arena when senior officials called for anti-corruption and fighting tigers. This black curtain was like a black iron cast, which suddenly separated Wei Ye and his foreign aides into two halves.

And looking at the cruelty on the face of the fat man in the yellow shirt, I am afraid that he will definitely not let Wei Ye make any off-site calls for help.

Seeing Wei Ye holding the sword, the fat man in the yellow shirt smiled and said: "You are also a cultivator of the law, and the spells you have learned can be regarded as extremely clever and authentic teachings, why is your vision so small, and you still hold a sword to slash and kill?"

Although he knew that the peachwood sword in the hand of the immortal warlock was as sharp as the fish intestines, and it was more useful for spells, in the eyes of the fat man in the yellow shirt, this was a clear proof that Wei Ye's cultivation had taken a fork in the road.

"The way of cultivation, the magic of magic, is not on these external objects. The fat man in the yellow shirt locked his eyes on Wei Ye on the one hand, and said with a straight face, "You are excellent in swordsmanship, and you are skilled in spells, but you can only bully some rough and intelligent people." When I meet a big demon like me, it's not uncommon to have fists and swords with you, just look at you, and you'll die. ”