Ximen Guanxi always dodged the attack of the green monster that was on fire, and the green monster would always burn when it was on fire, and the struggle to die was especially fierce and fearless.

Sure enough, after lasting for dozens of breaths, the first green monster with a fire all over its body wilted and fell, and when it fell, it was still a fierce fire burning and falling downward, until it landed on the rattan-like tube, which was covered with a burst of dark green light, and the fire was immediately extinguished, and the remains of the green monster were gradually absorbed by the tube.

There were many green monsters on fire, the temperature of the surrounding air rose sharply, the iceman out of instinct, feared to hide away, the surface of the iceman who could not dodge melted into water, and soon the whole body of the kung fu melted away.

The sudden rise in the temperature of this large area of air causes the air pressure to drop, and the cold air around it becomes high pressure, so the contrast between high and low air pressure causes air convection, just as a strong furnace fire will increase the air flow into the bottom of the furnace. The surrounding air flow blew violently, which also squeezed the middle of the air flow upward. This space was originally quite windy, coupled with the convection of hot and cold air, the wind suddenly increased, the wind whined, and the fire on the green monster's body became more and more vigorous, and the fire rose to the sky.

The vigorous fire on the green monster's body was blown by the wind, and it could burn a distance of three or five feet along the direction of the wind. The green monster next to him will be burned by the fire blown by the strong wind if he is not careful, and he will be ignited all over the body in an instant, and he will be tired and suffer from the disaster of the pond fish.

The green monsters on fire screamed and pounced, spitting venom rockets in their mouths, but Ximen Guanxi would fight hard with these burning people who were about to be burned, but his body flew and kept dodging, waving his silver spear to burn more fire to those green monsters who had not yet caught fire.

The venom rockets spewed by the Burning Man also brought more green monsters with them, and soon most of them were on fire.

Xing Tian, who was watching coldly from a distance, shook his hand and threw out a handful of paper figures, the paper figures trembled rhythmically in the air, as if they were dancing, and gradually each paper figure gathered around a cage of mysterious and mysterious light, and after a while, a person-like light and shadow appeared, the light and shadow were changing from dim to bright, from blur to clear, and the portrait changed from virtual to real, and soon it was like a real person.

If you look closely, you will find that the faces of those paper figures are like puppets lacking aura, wearing straight ceremonial clothes, and they are standing still. Among them, dozens of paper figures wore blue hats shaped like dumplings, with several folds at the top, crisp dark blue trousers, white edges on each side of the clothes, and a row of round buttons in front of them glowing silver.

The paper man wearing a blue hat has a leather drum hanging on his chest, and there are many rings distributed on the raised silver edge of the leather drum, and the left and right hands hold finger-thick wooden sticks to beat the drum rhythmically alternately, and the neat drum sound is sonorous and powerful, stepping forward in the same rhythm, and after a while, they are lined up in three rows.

Some of the paper figures were wearing yellow hats that were convex and backward, like boats without a canopy, and they were all wearing straight yellow clothes and yellow pants. Look at the meticulous dress, but there is a lack of sparkle in the eyes. Among them were a few yellow-hat paper figures blowing whistles, and the blue-hat paper figures followed the rhythm of the drums and steps. There are also yellow-hat paper figures with red ribbons tied on their left chests and a bull-shaped horn in their right hands! The remaining yellow-hat paper figures have green ribbons on their left chests and a suona in their right hands.

There is also a paper figure wearing a red hat with shiny copper epaulettes on his shoulders, and a three-foot-long copper staff in his right hand, the bottom of which has a hollow ball as large as the size of the thumb and forefinger. The red hat paper man walked with his feet, waving the copper rod up and down to beat the beat.

Dressed in light armor and wearing an iron helmet, the paper figure straddled the majestic horseback, holding the reins in his left hand and wielding a three-foot-long iron sword in his right hand.

One after another, strong men with dark bodies and bows and arrows jumped down from the hole of the sinkhole to the rhythm of the paper man's honor guard, which really made people wonder if these strong men were manipulated by the paper man, but judging from the rhythm of their running in the air, it didn't look like it.

A paper man wearing a yellow feather iron helmet stepped off the horse and ran over with a long roar, and the paper man on the horse waved his long sword majestically, commanding the formation of more than 100 strong men with bows and arrows in their hands, as if he had become the leader of these people.

'Poof' Ximen Guanxi stabbed the silver spear into the navel of an exhausted burning man, and the burning green monster wilted and fell, the green monster had been wiped out, and the remaining few were almost burned to death.

A large part of his upper body and robe were burned, and the almost naked Ximen Guanxi was like a god of war rushing left and right, stabbing to death the fire man who had become sluggish and weak. The strong pectorals, abs, and biceps muscles bulged, and the fire reflected his bronzed skin with a layer of oil, which was really handsome.

With a 'poof' sound, stabbing the last dying fire man to death, Ximen Guanxi looked over with murderous eyes, but saw the queue of the paper man's honor guard, and a row of strong archers lined up neatly.

Simon Guanxi was suddenly surprised to see the swarthy archer, because it was the face of the archer seen on the mural. That's right, the appearance is very similar to what you see on the mural, no, it should be said that it is exactly the same.

Ximen Guanxi thought that he was hallucinating, closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, the archer was still in front of him, and the archer was waving his fists and raising his head and shouting loudly, as if he was strengthening his courage before the fight.

"Ancestor, this hallucination is serious, and breaking your head can't get rid of this hallucination!" Ximen Guanxi desperately meditated and dispelled the visual and auditory hallucinations, and the sounds and scenes in front of him were not cleared from his mind at all.

"No, it's not an illusion!" Xuan Lingzi stood in place like a dumb goose, and said with straight eyes: "The legend is really good, the other identity of the painting Saint Maleonn is the Witch Saint, he is a saint of the Witch Clan, he is familiar with astronomy, geography, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his cultivation is higher than most witch gods! Painting Saint Maleonn as a scribe, his talent can be described as a high level of talent, as a monk, his cultivation is thorough, this talent is really admirable, really amazing and enviable!" "Xuan Lingzi's cultivation and painting Saint Maleonn is so different, I am afraid that the other party's eyes or a stroke that condenses murderous intent can kill him in seconds, no wonder he is so amazed and admired.

Xuan Lingzi was originally going to kill Xing Tianzhuo, but he was stunned by the great stroke of the Great Dao Xing who painted Saint Malen and paused.

The yellow-hat paper man suddenly blew the horn and blew the suona, coupled with the drumming of the blue-hat paper man of the honor guard, and the whistle of the yellow-hat paper man, the space was filled with the killing atmosphere of the battlefield. And the archer, with his dark upper body and lower body surrounded by animal skins, roared and courageously rushed forward, led by the leader of the paper man wearing a yellow feather iron helmet waving his iron sword.

Huang Ling's iron-helmeted paper man leader stepped forward on a column, commanding those sturdy archers with eighteen people as a column, one round after another to shoot at the ancestors and grandchildren.

The silver arrows flashed with cold light, and Ximen Guanxi bravely met the arrows and picked up several head-on bows and arrows. The strength of the arrow is very powerful, and it is very dense, it is not easy to grasp the right time to pick and fly, if it is too stupid to say that the arrow is facing the forward momentum, only a brainless reckless man would do this.

The more Ximen Guanxi rushed forward, the more he felt difficult, and every time he rushed a distance, he would be forced back by the fierce and dense shooting, and it was extremely difficult to rush forward to fight in close quarters, or it could be said to be extremely unwise, but in front of him, there were 180 strong men who could subdue the tiger with their bare hands in turn.

The figure of the forward rush was paused, Ximen Guanxi waved the silver spear and shot a fireball at the crowd who were shooting arrows with their heads up, the black man dispersed in a hurry, the formation was suddenly a little chaotic, and the archery was half a beat slower.

The equestrian paper figure was transformed by witchcraft, composed of thoughts, light and vitality, and when it was hit by a ball of fire, it flashed with a burst of light, and immediately appeared on the side with a hideous face. Ximen Guanxi keenly felt that the figure of the paper man on the horse had become a little dim and blurred, which meant that the continuous attacks had consumed the vitality of this witchcraft puppet to a certain extent, and it could be killed.

If this puppet paper man loses its vitality in the air, it can only exist for a few days at most, unless some puppets made of advanced witchcraft or the puppet itself is a good medium, and it can exist for a long time if it has a vitality circulation replenishment system, and it is difficult for a light quality puppet to exist for a long time. Puppets made from puppets and animal carcasses can often exist for a long time, up to several years or even hundreds of years.

Simon Guanxi's ball of fire hit the paper man on horseback, and he was immediately forced to retreat continuously by the dense collection of bows and arrows from the black man who had come to his senses.

Dodging the whizzing bow and arrows for a while, Ximen Guanxi leaned forward and snatched another fireball, but the witchcraft puppet horseback paper man was not good at martial arts, and it was easy to be hit by the fireball again, and the figure of the paper man became blurry and dim again.

Just as Ximen Guanxi slowly killed the equestrian paper man wearing a yellow feather feather helmet with the art of dissipation, the paper man honor guard here had a soldier wearing leather armor, holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, jumping down from the hole of the sinkhole and flying in the space chaotically.

A paper man wearing a red feather iron helmet clamped his legs, and the horse galloped over, and the paper man on horseback waved the long sword in his hand with a shout, and the soldiers wearing leather armor and holding shields and spears gathered towards the paper man, and soon lined up in a neat battle column.

The spearmen all came down, and immediately assembled and launched an attack on Simon Guanxi.

Here, Ximen Guanxi attacked the paper man wearing a yellow feather iron helmet on horseback eight or nine times, and the paper man finally lost his vitality, and his body dispersed and disappeared between heaven and earth. And those black men lost the control of the paper people, after all, they were only killing intentions and condensing vitality, and they couldn't be as well-trained as the real corps, and they immediately dispersed and fought independently, rushing up with bows and shouting. In this way, Ximen Guanxi can be broken individually.

These frescoes are the early works of Saint-Malean, or the works of refinement, which are greatly inferior to the works of the middle and later periods. Legend has it that some of the masterpieces of the middle and late stages of Saint-Maleonn can kill the golden immortals with the killing intention of the god of war, how can a small qi refiner like Ximen Guanxi who has cultivated at the bottom be able to fight against it, and 10,000 earth immortals can definitely be killed in seconds. Ke Rao is like this, after thousands of years of absorbing vitality and the blessing of willingness, these heroes all have the power to bind lions with their bare hands, which is really not to be underestimated.

'Xiu Xiu' Ximen Guanxi's ghostly and dexterous figure dodged scattered fast arrows.

Eighty-eight shield-wielding spearmen, led by equestrian paper men with red feathered iron helmets, rushed murderously, and soon fought with Simon Guanxi.

Xuan Lingzi was very interested in painting the works of Saint-Maleon, or he could get a glimpse of the leopard from the middle tube, so that the Tao Xing could be sublimated, and it was not necessary to be promoted to a heavenly immortal. Cultivation is the accumulation of bits and pieces in life, or a small omission will miss the key to the improvement of the path, and it will be too late to regret it when you think about it later. It is not known whether Xuan Lingzi intended to carefully study the works of Saint-Maleon, or to discover profound Taoist rhymes in them.

In the absence of danger from Ximen Guanxi, Xuan Lingzi did not plan to come forward to help, and he had no intention of making a move against Xing Tian for the time being.

Xing Tianzhuo was not shocked by the works painted by Saint-Maleon, and was staring at it with great interest at the moment, neither deceitful nor intentional.

Xuan Lingzi's cultivation was a step higher, and Xing Tian plundered the right time, place and people. The time is that the great luck is still there after the city is broken, and the location is the witchcraft power bonus of the witch clan's holy land, and the people are blessed by the witchcraft of the witch clan's holy spirit. The two men were wary of each other, both attracted by the painting of Saint-Maléan, and the conflict between them was practically imminent, but they maintained a delicate balance, and both were spectators for the time being.

'Huh' Ximen Guanxi picked up the arrows that came from him, and the arrow caught up with a black man who was setting up a bow, and stabbed him in the chest.

Before the arrow in the hand of the black man with the bow could be shot, a hole was pierced in his chest and his vitality leaked out like a balloon, and it immediately wilted and dispersed in the air.

Ximen Guanxi does not confront the battle column led by the equestrian paper man, so as not to fall into a circle, flee while killing, and find a lone person to kill with lightning speed, and then continue to look for a killing opportunity in the flight.

The sharp arrows of the pursuers behind him broke through the air continuously, and Ximen Guanxi dodged left and right, and it was very dangerous for the arrows to pass by.

'Poof' Another black man with a bow was pierced through the chest and wilted like a balloon, and his figure dissipated into the air.

After a brief pause in killing one person, the shouting of killing was loud behind, and the crowd of chasing and killing was approaching, and Ximen Guanxi hurriedly fled.

Just as Ximen Guanxi was killing the enemies one by one, one after another soldiers wearing light armor and holding swords jumped down from the hole in the sinkhole. The paper man wearing a blue feathered iron helmet galloped over, counted the number of a total of one hundred and eight heroes, and then ordered the soldiers with sharp swords to line up and rush towards Ximen Guanxi.

After a while, there were wild men with curly hair on their chests and beards, with sharp axes in their hands, and jumped down one after another from the exit of the sinkhole. A paper man wearing a green feathered iron helmet slapped his horse forward, counted the total number of savages eighty-one, and then ordered the savages to line up in battle columns, and rushed over with murderous energy.

Ximen Guanxi was surrounded and intercepted by a total of four forces: a black man with a bow and arrow, a soldier with a contradiction, a soldier with a sword, and a savage with an axe.

'Ding' Simon Guanxi's silver spear smashed on the savage's sharp axe, catching up with a kick and kicking the savage away.

The savages, driven by the condensation of the intention to kill, roared and surrounded them, and Ximen Guanxi had already fled into the distance.

"If you want to kill the three leading horsemen, those soldiers and savages will not fight together!" said to him.

'Ding Ding Ding' Ximen Guanxi entered the phalanx of the savage queue, swept away a few bright sharp axes cut in front of him, and stabbed the green feather iron helmet horseback paper man with no martial arts with one shot, and immediately fled.

Several savages threw off the sharp axes in their hands and cut through the sky, and Ximen Guanxi dodged left and right, and he was almost hit by the slightest ass.

The phalanx of savages led by the Iron Helmet Rider who lost the green feather and the iron helmet immediately collapsed, and they rushed over in a noisy.

'Poof' A wild warrior who broke away from the team was stabbed through the head and killed, and his vitality dissipated in the air.

The phalanx of soldiers with contradictions in their hands shouted and killed under the leadership of the red feather iron helmet horseman riding a paper man, and Ximen Guanxi knew that there were tigers in the mountains, and he leaned towards the dangerous mountains, and rushed into the phalanx with thunder. The seven or eight warrior soldiers at the forefront shouted and stabbed the spears over, each soldier had at least a thousand catties of strength, Ximen Guanxi swept the gun upward, and as soon as the arm was forced, the muscles were coiled, and the soldiers were picked up to stand unsteadily and fell backwards, and the soldiers behind had already caught up with the spear! Ximen Guanxi picked up a few more soldiers, took advantage of the momentum and hurried forward, assassinated the horseback paper man with one shot, and then quickly fled.

The soldiers with contradictions in their hands did not have the leadership of the red feather iron helmet horseback paper man, and they really messed up the phalanx, and they scattered one by one and shouted to kill and chased after them.

'Quack, quack' Ximen Guanxi grabbed the spear stabbed by the fierce soldier with one hand, and with great force, his arms were bulging, and seeing the spear bent by him, he kicked on the shield of the soldier's body, kicking the soldier so that he bowed and frowned and howled.

'Poof' another soldier with a spear in his hand was pierced through the chest and killed, and his body dissipated into the air.

The soldiers wearing light armor and holding the sword shouted under the leadership of the blue feather iron helmet horseman and the paper man, and Ximen Guanxi found the right time to find the weak position and suddenly rushed into the phalanx, and the sword with bright eyes immediately slashed over. Ximen Guanxi danced the silver spear to form a five-foot defensive net, clanked the sword and flew away, bravely killed a gap in the phalanx, and rushed forward to assassinate the paper man on horseback.

After killing the paper man on horseback, Ximen Guanxi immediately jumped out of the phalanx and fled into the distance. Without the leader of Lan Ling's iron helmet horse-riding paper man, the soldiers with sharp swords in their hands immediately became a mess, shouting and chasing each forward.

A fierce soldier roared and slashed over, Ximen Guanxi did not dodge, his spear was three points longer than his sword, and directly stabbed the silver spear into the soldier's abdomen. Before the soldier's sword-wielding hand fell, a sharp pain in his abdomen came, and his soft whole body shrank, and soon dissipated into the air.

'Drink' Ximen Guanxi raised his head and roared, his body flew and moved to kill in all directions, as fierce as a peerless killing god, and one enemy after another was stabbed to death by him.