The water avoidance spell is a relatively advanced spell of the Daomen, and it is very cold, no one present has practiced this spell, so it was washed away by the water without resistance, only Wu Thunderbolt and Yan Xu each have a strong martial arts foundation to resist the impact of the water waves.

The two of them are teammates and opponents, and there are only two of them left, Wu Thunderbolt suddenly became competitive, directly collected the fire gourd, picked up the fire spear and glanced at Yan Xu provocatively, and rushed towards the horse-headed king.

Although Yan Xu is younger than him, he is much more stable, and the King of Matou Ming is obviously a good one, and it is not wise to approach him.

Sure enough, King Matou Ming seemed to have a huge body, but his movements were much more flexible, and when he saw Wu Thunderbolt approaching, he had a skull staff in one hand and a vajra in the other, attacking from both sides like scissors, making people have no room to dodge at all.

A good thunderbolt, a loud shout, jumped up with a force under his feet, avoiding the pillar-like skull staff and vajra on both sides, and then his body rolled in mid-air, with the help of this force, the fire spear in his hand fiercely smashed into the head of the middle of the horse-headed king.

In the face of Wu Thunderbolt's unavoidable shot, the head of the king of Ma Tou Ming neighed, and unexpectedly spit out a burst of flames, and Wu Thunderbolt, who was caught off guard, was directly sprayed by the flames, and fell at Yan Xu's feet with smoke, if he wasn't an expert in playing with fire, he should probably be familiar with it this time.

"Huh. Although Yan Xu behaves very steadily on weekdays, he is a young man after all, although he did not say sarcastic, but the mocking effect of these two words is comparable to a thousand words, just looking at the top of Wu Li's head began to burst into flames.

However, when it was his turn, Yan Xu didn't dare to be careless, after all, Wu Li's suspicion of the car was in front of him.

Compared with Wu Thunderbolt's onslaught, Yan Xu was more steady, carrying the mixed iron rod step by step, seeing that Wu Thunderbolt, who had just stood up, his face changed, and he could naturally see that Yan Xu did not leave footprints on the ground because of the exercises, but because of the extremely heavy weapon in his hand, he had never seen such a heavy magic weapon.

Although ordinary weapons can be built very heavy, there is also an upper limit, generally about thirty or forty catties, if it exceeds this upper limit, it is not a simple martial art that can make up for it, even the war horse can't afford it, like Yan Xu's performance, the weapon in his hand is at least hundreds of catties, if it is not a magic weapon, people can't walk straight, let alone use it to fight.

Ma Tou Ming Wang didn't care who the opponent was, when he saw Yan Xu stepping forward, he picked up the vajra and called.

The vajra in the hand of King Matouming, who stood taller than the house, was thicker than a person's waist, and it could roll people into dumpling wrappers even if they were placed on the ground and rolled over, but Yan Xu was not afraid, and picked up the mixed iron rod and directly hardened it.

With a loud bang, Yan Xu sat on the horse with a stick in both hands, and ploughed out two deep ditches on the ground under his feet, but not only did the person not fall, but even his face did not change much, which showed that he did not fall into the disadvantage in this hard fight.

Although there was a huge difference in size between the two sides, in the face of Yan Xu's divine power, King Matou Ming still couldn't stand, retreated one after another, and collapsed a lot of houses before he could stand firm.

This time, no one was injured, and no one suffered a loss, but King Matou Ming not only had one hand and a weapon, but as soon as he stood firmly, he picked up the skull staff in his other hand and swept over, Yan Xu, who had added a little confidence, did not hesitate and stiffened the past, and this time he suffered a big loss like Wu Thunderbolt.

The six magic weapons of the Matou Ming King have their own wonderful uses, the magic seal can neutralize the talisman spell, the vajra is indestructible, and this skull staff is aimed at the soul, even if it can't be killed, the soul will be shocked out of the body, if the soul is not condensed enough, I am afraid that the soul will be scattered on the spot.

Fortunately, the hole in Yan Xu's soul was like a nail nailing his soul to his body, so his soul was pulled back as soon as it was shocked out of the body, but it couldn't calm the shock on his soul for a while, and he could only dodge the attack of King Matou in embarrassment.

When Yan Xu's soul was shocked out of his body just now, Wu Thunderbolt saw Yan Xu's soul and felt that something was wrong, but although he was born in the Wu family of immortals, he either practiced natal immortal arts or practiced martial arts on weekdays, or arranged troops, but he didn't know much about others, not to mention that it was time to fight, so he quickly put aside his doubts and stepped forward to draw the attention of King Matouming.

Yan Xu and Wu Thunderbolt, two people who don't like each other, began to join forces under the pressure of King Matou Ming, and Ge Lao and his gang of people who were washed away by the flood also encountered big trouble, otherwise the flood only washed people away, and they couldn't drown people, how could they not come back now.

Now Ge Lao and his gang are looking like the expressions of patients with severe hemorrhoids after eating spicy hot pot for three days, sweating like rain on their burning faces, bending over, spreading their legs, moving their legs as hard as crabs that can only go straight, desperately away from the river bank behind them.

Among the group of people who were struggling to walk, there was a monk who was almost lying on the ground with the most difficulty, and finally couldn't help but turn his head, and then the whole person was like a whole bottle of wind oil essence injected, and his comfortable expression was almost impossible to look at, and it was so cool that his soul flew.

Turning slightly, his feet ran to the river bank as if he were stepping on a cloud, and then walked into the river with a face full of intoxication, until he was overhead.

Ge Lao obviously noticed this, and his face suddenly turned bitter, but now he can't protect himself, how can he still have the heart to care about others, so he can only speed up his pace and get out first, that bitter monk is really terrifying.

In the middle of the river behind everyone, there is a thin old monk like an ascetic monk sitting cross-legged on a light boat, now he is chanting with his eyes closed, looking no threat, but only Ge Lao They can know how powerful the scriptures are as thin as mosquitoes but piercing the heart, as long as they relax a little, they will immediately indulge in the scriptures, and then they will go into the river and drown themselves, and this is not the end, the monk who just walked into the river is now sitting peacefully behind the bitter monk with a soul posture expression, chanting together, and there are many of the same souls, obviously they suffered a lot of losses before Ge Lao。

"The world is ignorant and struggling, but it doesn't know that there is a way back, sad, lamentable. The bitter monk sighed lightly, the voice of chanting was three points louder, the tossing Ge Lao and others were miserable, and some of the willpower was not firm enough to barely stay awake by means of self-harm, but looking at the amount of blood, if they were not bandaged, it was estimated that they would not need to be overtaken by the bitter monk without throwing themselves into the river.

When Ge Lao and the others were still squatting and constipation, Yan Xu and Wu Thunderbolt were also beaten by King Matou Ming, even if they had now figured out a lot of abilities of King Matou, but the more they knew, the more desperate they became.