Chapter 18: The Devil is One Foot High (3)

The knife qi struck the red wall of light, making a clanging and crisp sound. The wall of light trembled, and finally followed the fierce attack.

Although the masked man's words just now were quite disdainful, it was not as light as he said.

At the same time, Zhong and Sang also moved.

Zhong Gutai sacrificed the double gong, and the amazing spiritual power condensed on it, and the electric snake swam uncertainly, and the momentum was quite terrifying. A dark cloud hung over the sky, obscuring most of the space overhead. As soon as the black oppressive cloud appeared, the light in the entire stone room became even darker.

The thunder and lightning in the black clouds are terrifying!

Looking at Sang Yao again, I don't know when two flowers fell on the cold plum branch, and stopped in the void and didn't move. She pointed to it, and the two plum blossoms rose to the size of a foot in response, and the golden rays on them were shining, and they could not be forced to look.

The edge of the plum petal became sharp, and there was an extra bronze handle at the pedicle, and the pair of plum blossoms suddenly turned into a pair of delicate **. Sang Yao recited again, ** spun at high speed like a top, the whining sound continued, and the momentum was also good. Looking at its target, it is also a masked man.

It turned out that Chang Yuande and the two of them had a plan just now, and they suddenly attacked, and they were caught off guard by attacking the opponent. And the first to bear the brunt is naturally this leader, so there is this joint strike.

The three of them attacked in one go, and the momentum was so great that the masked man on the opposite side also stagnated. However, he was not slow to react, and opened his mouth to spit out a black umbrella that glittered with black light.

The umbrella kept spinning, and after a while, it rose to half a zhang in size, and then the umbrella surface opened violently. The blood on it was full of blood, flashing with all kinds of weird magic words, and there was a pattern of a hideous beast in the middle, which was terrifying at a glance.

The black-robed man on the side also reacted, snorted coldly in his nose, and raised the bone staff in his hand. With a click, the head of the staff fell off and dragged a cloud of black gas to fly out, turning into a weird beast head, and stopping the pair of **.

**Flying up and down, the beast's head doesn't know what kind of monster, even if it is split, it will merge again after a while, as if it is immortal. And ** went back and forth in the black gas a few times, and the mana passed quickly, which made Sang Yao secretly frightened.

She was shocked in her heart, and she didn't dare to argue too much, so she held on to the black-robed man.

These changes may seem complicated, but they are just a matter of a few breaths.

The remaining Condensation Realm disciples had just reacted, and they opened their shields one after another, and they joined the battle with their sacrificial weapons. Yuan Sulan looked at the woman who was preparing Yefu, and with an angry roar, Feng Ling's sword turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed straight away. The others also found their opponents and fought each other.

Seeing Yuan Sulan attacking, Yefu laughed coquettishly, and the bone claws in her hands turned into a white shadow, and she went head-on, not afraid at all. I don't know what kind of material the bone claw is made of, and it is not inferior to this spirit sword, which makes Yuan Sulan feel terrified.

Ling Huhua and an evil man come and go, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while......

At this time, the double gong in the air has become a momentum and turned into a pair of thunder Jiao. The blazing white lightning illuminated the entire stone chamber, and the silver dragon roared angrily, shaking the enclosed space.

The momentum was so amazing that everyone slowed down and looked into the air attentively.

The disciples of the three factions saw the power of this thunder Jiao, and their morale soared, while the evil disciples on the opposite side changed their color!

Bang!

Lei Jiao smashed on the black umbrella, causing a circle of ripples like a wave of air, the black umbrella was embarrassed and trembled, and the blood on its umbrella surface scurried. After a rapid incantation sound from the masked man's mouth, the blood light on the umbrella stabilized again.

The two of them stuck in the air for a few breaths, Zhong Gutai's heart sank, his eyebrows were upside down, and he urged the trick in his mouth again, and shouted wildly: "Break!"

The thunder light was steeply flourished, and purple clouds suddenly rose around the thunder Jiao, and its power increased by half, and the black umbrella began to crumble under the heavy blow.

At this time, Chang Yuande attacked again, his figure fluttered, and the sword shadow was heavy, and the fight was actually the idea of hand-to-hand combat.

The masked man sneered, the blood of his thin big hand flashed, and three black filaments came out of his hand, heading straight for Chang Yuande.

Chang Yuande only saw that the opposite side just waved his sleeve robe, and three black lights attacked like arrows. He froze, leaping upwards to avoid the blow.

Who knew that the black silk was like having eyes, and it was pasted like a shadow. His face turned terrily, the seven-star treasure sword flashed, his body spun, and a knife qi slashed down at the three black wires.

In Chang Yuande's mind, these three black silks were just sacrificed by the masked man, and the purpose was just to block himself, and they would not have any power.

As a result, an amazing scene happened!

As soon as the sword qi came into contact with Hei Sifu, it was immediately pierced, and the sword qi disappeared in an instant, as if it had been ingested.

And after the black silk absorbed the knife qi, it didn't stop for half a moment and shot straight towards Chang Yuande. He was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly turned back, and the black silk flew by close to his protective aura.

"What is this?!" he exclaimed. It was really strange that this unknown black silk could actually absorb the sword rays he had inspired.

Then the black silk turned around and pounced again. Chang Yuande cautiously raised his knife to the sky with both hands, saw the direction of the black silk attack, and slammed it down.

The black silk really broke in response, Chang Yuande was overjoyed, and was ready to help Zhong Gutai again, but after the black silk was broken into two, he turned three into six and attacked him again.

At this time, Chang Yuande's face became ugly, and there was no way to take this black silk for a while.

Zhong Gutai naturally saw this scene in his eyes, and pointed his right index finger at the double gong in the air, and suddenly there was an electric snake on it. This electric snake is slightly different from the white electric snake just now, and the color is actually purple.

Then he pulled down with one hand, and the purple electric snake bit towards the six black silks.

Crackling!

The arc jumped, a puff of black smoke rose up, and the strange black silk disappeared into invisibility.

Chang Yuande was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Zhong Daoyou, thank you!" After saying that, he changed his direction and came to the masked man again.

The masked man was slightly startled, although he had just boasted that he wanted to capture all these monks, but Fang knew that the other party's divine power was not weak. Especially this is the person who makes the double hammer, and the rest is just that, the purple lightning just now has a faint restraining effect on his magic skills.

Those three seemingly inconspicuous black silks are actually the famous "demon silks" in the magic skills, which were used to defeat the enemy in the past, and they were all surprisingly successful, but he didn't expect to be broken by them like this, which made him depressed.

If that's all it means, it's nothing, and you can take it down with some effort. But the man who wielded the sword was not a mediocre hand, and it seemed a little reluctant to fight one against two.

Looking at the middle-aged woman and the deputy hall master, it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while, and it seemed that she still underestimated this group of people.