"White Lantern Tower! Seven Lights!"

Jin Wuzhi exclaimed.

"There's... See... Knowledge, both... Know... I... White Lantern Tower, also... No... Die!" came a strange woman's voice!

"Hmph! It's you again, your men are defeated! You can stay this time!" Jin Wuzhi snorted coldly and sneered.

"Find... Die. The woman screamed in frustration.

Whew, whew, whew! More than a dozen strong winds swept in from all directions.

Jin Wuzhi looked left and right, and saw that the stall owners had suddenly turned into blue-faced and fanged puppets, their hands turned into sharp claws, and they all pounced quickly!

"Humph!"

His hands shook, and his body turned into a Dao palm shadow, as if he had three heads and six arms, and at the same time struck towards the puppet that pounced. His Fire Cloud Palm Technique has reached the perfection realm, and this move can be described as unpredictable!

"Bang Bang Bang!" After a burst of almost indiscriminate explosion, the puppets all flew upside down, their bodies torn apart in mid-air, and exploded into charred flesh.

"What else do you have to do?" Jin Wuzhi stood on the ground lightly, his hands behind his back.

There was silence all around, and it seemed that the woman was also startled by his methods.

Suddenly, the seven lanterns dimmed and turned into gray light, flying towards the air, flying around in all directions, and the lanterns were suspended out of thin air, nothing connected.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Jin Wuzhi snorted coldly, his body moved, jumped high, and slapped his palm at a lantern that was flying overhead.

"Whew!" The lantern moved with the wind, like a shadow, and flew gently in the direction of his palm, and his palm fell short!

Jin Wuzhi fell from the sky, and before he touched the ground, he suddenly felt a cold aura piercing from the back of his head!

"Hah!" he shouted, turned around in the air, and slammed his palms behind him!

"Boom!"

A thick wooden stake was broken by his palm, and the volley exploded into a torch, and before it could hit the ground, a yin wind blew, and the flame was extinguished!

Jin Wuzhi stood firm, and glanced down at what was a stake tied to a horse, just behind him. He wondered how a stake could make him feel in danger!

"Whoosh!"

There was a sound of breaking the air. Several white silk rays shot from all sides.

Jin Wuzhi smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and copied it, grabbed these white silk in his hand, and pulled it suddenly!

There was a series of snorting sounds, and several thick black shadows dragged along with Bai Aya and landed at his feet!

Suddenly, a burst of suona sounded! The tune was sad, it was a funeral song! The sound was ethereal, and I don't know where it came from!

The seven white lights in the air suddenly stopped! Then, like meteors, they flew around the sky above the golden endless. Six of them formed a circle, and the seventh flew in the sky above Jin Wuzhi!

The seventh lamp suddenly burned, and shards of white silk the size of a palm fell from the white flames, which soon enveloped the surrounding air, like countless paper money!

"Poof!"

Jin Wuzhi stretched out his hand and pinched a piece of white silk, and a cold aura came out of it, which was dissipated by a slight shock from his internal qi, and the white silk burned and turned into a few wisps of smoke and dust in an instant!

A yin wind blew, countless white silk flew with the wind, Jin Wuzhi's vision was suddenly blocked, and there were pieces of white silk everywhere around his body!

He raised his palm and slapped it, and a scorching palm force emptied out, and all the white silk fragments in a small area burned up, and a hole appeared in the air. But soon a large amount of white silk fell in the air, blocking the hole!

The color in his eyes flashed, and he kept slapping out palm after palm, and countless white silk were burned to ashes, but these things seemed to be burning too much, and they didn't decrease at all!

Suddenly, among the surrounding white-collar workers, a white shadow flashed.

"Finally can't help it?" Jin Wuzhi sneered, put away his palm, and looked at Bai Aya around him vigilantly.

"Whew!" a slight cold air came from the back of his neck.

He turned his head suddenly, and a white claw had silently grabbed the front door.

"Die!" he tilted his head, his palm as fast as lightning, grabbed the wrist of the claw, and pulled it violently. There was a sound of cloth tearing, and the whole claw and arm were dragged off!

The whole claw was like a poisonous snake, cold and slippery, squirming.

The scorching internal qi flowed in, dispelling the cold aura, and the whole claw was gently pulled down, as light as nothing in the hand. It turned out to be a pair of sleeves sewn from white silk, and the front end was cut into the shape of a palm.

Jin Wuzhi looked at the flying white silk around him with a solemn face, listened attentively for a moment, and suddenly burst into a shout, and his whole body burst out with fiery red internal qi, and swooped in one direction!

Everywhere they passed, the white silk fragments burst into flames!

A white shadow appeared in front of you!

"Hah!" Jin Wuzhi shouted violently, and his palms shot out like lightning, sealing the direction of the white shadow's evasion.

"Whew!" the white shadow in the palm, fluttering lightly, burning in the air. It turned out to be a white cloth man, with all the eyebrows, and a faint blush on his cheeks, smiling strangely in the flames!

"Hey... Hey, you... Scratch... No... Go to! This... Some... Person. The woman's strange voice rang out.

Jin Wuzhi listened intently, the voice echoed everywhere, and he couldn't hear which direction it was coming from.

"Stride, stride, stride!" came the sound of a group of people running around. There are all directions, but the line of sight is blocked by white silk, and no one can be seen.

"Whew!" a figure passed through Bai Aya, and his face was hideous!

Jin Wuzhi's face changed slightly, this person was gray-haired, he actually knew, he was an old father of a cavalryman, honest and kind. At this time, the old man's face was hideous, and a pair of sharp claws glittered into his chest!

"Sniff!"

A large powerful hand stretched out like lightning and twisted the old man's neck. The corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

Whirring, the sound of breaking wind sounded continuously.

One after another stiff figures pounced on him, Jin Wuzhi's face became more and more ugly, these people were all cavalrymen and their families, Wang Hu, Li Qing, Li Dayong, these people were still talking and laughing with him during the day, and now they have become corpse puppets to kill him!

"You've managed to me off!"

Jin Wuzhi said with fire in his eyes.

His body was like a mountain, stepping forward, waving his hands like a windmill, the sound of snorting was endless, and after a while, there was a corpse lying behind him, and more than ten men, women and children were all familiar faces to him!

And a big tent appeared in front of him!

He figured out that the other party's purpose was not to kill him, but to entangle him! He only needed to get out of trouble, even if he ruined the enemy's plan. Wang Hu had an accident with that big tent, he didn't have to entangle with the enemy, and he might be able to change the passive situation by smashing Huanglong!

"Hmph!" a cold snort came from the air.

The six lanterns fell suddenly, encircling the golden boundless in the middle, spinning like a kaleidoscope.

Phew! As soon as the lights dimmed, a ghost claw stretched out from each lantern and grabbed at him fiercely.

Jin Wuzhi's palms were wrong, and the shadow of his palms flashed, but he swept into the air, and the ghost claws disappeared invisibly, as if it was an illusion!

He grinned and walked towards the tent!