Phantom Hole (26)

"Dang!"

"Boom!"

The previous sound, the puppet grabbed the head of the bitter head with one claw, and sure enough, it only left five fingerprints, but it couldn't grasp it thoroughly.

The next sound, it was Kutoutuo who kicked the crotch of the puppet, but it was like kicking the iron plate.

"Ahh He knew that his toe bones were only a few broken, and he hadn't practiced any hard skills in that place.

The two sides changed their tricks so schemingly, but Kutoutuo suffered a big loss. He only thought that his head was as hard as iron, but he just forgot that the strength of the puppet was not in how strong the attack was, but mainly in the amazing defense!

It's a pity that Kutoutuo never had a chance to do it all over again!

At this time, a one-foot-long flying sword, clinging to the ground, jumped up violently while Fang Cai was crying out in pain, and a sword stabbed into his lower abdomen!

"yes, I really won!"

At this time, Xiang Qian no longer performed any Laushzi's stealth technique, and appeared directly.

Among the people present, the only ones who were really taken aback were the three disciples who were lying on the ground and moaning in pain, including Qing Xuan.

You know, no matter how you say it, they are also the three of them in the spiritual cleansing period, and they can't even see through the stealth technique in front of the direction? It's not that they don't cultivate enough, to put it bluntly, they still lack practical experience, and the truth of seeing and listening to all directions is far from being implemented in action!

"Bang!" Kutoutuo's whole person was knocked away by the Gangzhu puppet with a palm, and before its body fell to the ground, the puppet followed it like a shadow, soaring into the air, "poof" a claw. He actually opened another hole in his chest.

"Little mongrel. How dare you hurt someone?" The black-faced old man saw his companion die next to him, but he couldn't get out of it for a while, and he couldn't help but scold. Naturally, he knew that this puppet was exactly what Xiang Qian had placed.

"Old Zapi, if you don't kill him, do you mean that you are waiting for him to kill me after a while?" The direction of the front commanded the puppet to continue to attack the son surnamed Zhang without stopping. But he refused to even take the verbal loss, and scolded him.

"Hey, hey, you gray grandsons are running here like you're trying your best, don't tell me that you're just here to travel!"

Chang Xuan was already desperate at this time, and naturally he was unable to speak. While the old man was distracted from talking, he immediately grabbed some opportunities.

You must know that although Chang Illusion Cultivation is weaker than this person, but. The two are not far apart. If this old man says that he concentrates on dealing with Chang Huan, if it takes a little longer, Chang Huan will definitely lose; if he still wants to go out to play soy sauce during this time, hehehe, what will happen later, it's hard to say.

The old man squinted at the son surnamed Zhang, who was now caught in the fight between the puppet and the remaining bell watchman.

"Brother Zhang, where are you still successful?" the old man had to ask.

"Gentleman. Hurry up and get rid of that bull's nose, come and help me!" clumsily left and right, and finally held back such a soft sentence.

The old man smiled bitterly in his heart, originally, according to the plan, it was up to him to entangle Chang Phantom first, and Kutoutuo and the son of the Zhang family worked together to deal with the rest of the disciples of Ming Zhongguan. After succeeding, the three of them join forces, and they must capture Chang Huansheng.

Because of this, he deliberately hid his cultivation before, so as not to startle the grass and snakes, and surprise the illusion. Here, after all, it's someone's territory. If he really exited the cave early and called for help, he was afraid that it would be difficult for the four of them to get out.

I never thought about it, I didn't think about it, a table of dishes that was well organized, but it was all mixed up by the little livestock in front of the direction!

So far, not to mention that I can't get help, there are even people waiting to help myself, hey!

Since you played stealth, Lao Tzu surrendered his identity and played with you, but he didn't see it, but what did you do in a hurry?

Hey, or was he too proud and arrogant just now, and he almost thought that he had Zhizhu in his hand, and his words must have stimulated this little bastard, right? The old man regretted it in his heart, but he still had a bit of luck with the situation in front of him.

Okay, well, even if you can't catch Chang Huan, kill him immediately, and then capture the remaining few bull-nosed Taoist priests, with them in hand, you can more or less coerce Zhongguan, if you want to leave, it's not difficult to think.

As for this little bastard surnamed Fang, he had to kill him immediately. Originally, I planned to restrain it, and only after learning enough subtle tricks in the cave would I consider removing it.

Hmph, since you little bastard took the initiative to find death, today, it's your time to die!

As soon as the old man thought of this, his skills were fully opened, and in three or five moves, he had regained the opportunity.

"Old man Chang, you can hold on, and as soon as I solve this poor scholar with a fake model, I will come over to help you kill that bed bug!"

As soon as these words came out, the black-faced old man and the son surnamed Zhang were furious, did the good boy treat me like a worm?

"Black old man, white brother, do you know what kind of place this is? Don't pee and take pictures, do you dare to break here? Do you think that if you are black, you are the underworld, and others are afraid of you? Do you think that if you are white, you are the government, and everyone else has to let you?"

Xiang Qian's mouth was unforgiving, and he continued to think of all kinds of vicious words to insult the two, but the Tiangang Sword in his hand was quietly sacrificed again, and his eyes were staring at the fight between the prince surnamed Zhang and the puppet and the last two Zhongguan disciples for a moment.

"Lao Tzu can't stand it anymore! I have to kill this little rapping animal first!" The son surnamed Zhang shouted loudly, waved the fan in his hand, and instantly forced the Taoist priest to ring the bell, turned around and pounced on the puppet.

Behind the puppet, it is natural that it will never take the lead in the direction.

The direction forward was really intimidated by its momentum, and as soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, he resisted! The Gangzhu puppet took a leap of its iron claws, and it had already tightly blocked the way of this guy.

But I saw this guy fluttering forward and pointed forward, and before he could face the puppet, his whole body had already shot up.

"Worry!" shouted in front of the direction, this guy was actually using a drag knife meter.

Sure enough, after all, the disciple of Ming Zhongguan lacked hands-on experience with people, so he only said that he was bent on dealing with the direction, and he was pounced on himself, but he didn't want the other party to turn back at a faster speed.

This blow is really a fusion of this guy's life's work! This person seems to be young, but in the cultivation realm, how can he judge his age just by his appearance? In fact, this guy is the same as the Chang Illusion Dao, and he is already over 100 years old.

Chang Huandao has long cultivated the authentic Xuanmen, and the traces of the years are naturally not too obvious on the face, and it is at a glance, but he is in his early forties. This person's cultivation is an unknown evil skill, and the deeper the skill, the younger the person becomes.

It's just that the so-called single-mindedness is rare and dual-use, and this guy has the skill to stay in the face, so that the improvement of his cultivation is naturally much slower than that of the authentic Xuanmen.

However, with the strength accumulated over a hundred years, especially the experience of hundreds of battles, its strength is really much higher than that of Qing Xuan and the others.

In an instant, there was a fan shadow in front of me, fluttering and flickering, and I couldn't tell where it was virtual and where it was real. )