I saw a 2-inch-long red flame spit it out. Just after leaving my mouth, the red flame took several feet to grow, and then I rushed to the bronze resin, while the middle-aged monk’s spirit sword came rushing to Zhangfan in a flash.
Zhang Fangang holds Fu Baoqing in his hand. Haven’t injected into the spirit force. He saw a lux spirit sword with a powerful spirit Wei surprises. Body shape is too late. Also dare not back. Only will already hold in your hand to YiMu spirit sword offering out.
The two do not intersect. Spirit sword has been out of a quiver with a thick blue thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air in Zhangfan several zhangs field empty place. Just above the middle-aged monk’s spiritual sword. On the lux spirit sword ruthlessly hit down.
This is the difference between condensate gas and Zhu Jishi. Middle-aged monks can cast real fire at the same time. While using the spirit sword. However, Zhang Fan’s cultivation is only enough for him to use a single multiplier. And even if the hands of multiplier again powerful. Also could not wield its full power.
Today, Zhangfan can only turn the righteous thunder into six. Even so. Under the lightning strike. Middle-aged monks lux spirit sword was also a meal by electricity. The thunder and lightning just melted away. The spirit sword of Yimu collided with the spirit sword of lux.
Suddenly the sound of a golden sound came from miles away before it quieted down.
Middle-aged monks to lux spirit sword suddenly burst into a roar. Back as if injured.
And Zhangfan’s loss lies in the fact that it is a state of difference, and it is the difference between the foundation period and the condensate spirit. Therefore, although the spirit sword of Yimu is clear, the spirit force in Zhangfan’s body is as uncomfortable as jumping and collapsing under a blow, and suddenly there is a feeling of being out of control, which makes him uncomfortable.
Only then did Zhangfan truly realize the difference between himself and these powerful monks.
Last time in Xiao Li Village, although a friar in the early days of the foundation was destroyed by luck, at that time, relying on the ground completely was the only third-order soul charm brought by the other side’s underestimation and itself. Now, under the condition of the middle-aged friar’s caution, the lack of cultivation suddenly appeared.
Lingli quickly runs in the body for a week, and Zhangfan just takes a breath and holds the spirit sword of Yimu in his hand. I saw that the true fire of the middle-aged monk had wrapped the copper resin in it, and the true fire seemed to be specially born to restrain the monster beast of the soul. I saw that the true fire had just contacted the copper resin, and the copper resin was miserable.
This miserable cry is not a physical pain, but a natural fear of high-order matter by low-order monsters.
Even so, under the control of Zhang Fan’s consciousness, the bronze resin still jumped up. After all, the bronze resin is time-sensitive, and even if it is avoided, it will dissipate in a moment. Zhangfan is no longer to calculate how much gain and loss.
As soon as the two came into contact, the bronze corpse melted like a candle in a fire.
But Zhangfan doesn’t consider these, only know that this way, after all, stopped its real fire.
In fact, it is only to blame that the order of this soul is too low. If it is a powerful monster beast, let alone the true fire of the Tsukiji, even the Dan fire of Danxia, it is not enough to be afraid and dare to touch it.
Zhangfan saw that the bronze resin was about to be refined for an instant, and he knew that the next moment the middle-aged monk was dealing with himself.
Thought of here, Zhangfan immediately took out the soul-eating complications. At this time, Zhangfan didn’t seek to strike the enemy, but only wanted to drag on for a while, so that he could succeed.
Until now, when Zhangfan was faced with a monk who was several times stronger than himself, there was really nothing available, and there was nothing to be done. However, there was a huge gap between orders.
I saw that the soul-eating complications had just left my hand, and it turned into a black fog of dozens of feet, which merged with the already existing green fog in Huafeng Mountain, and all the ranges in Zhangfan were covered in it.
When the friar saw Zhang Fan’s soul-eating complications spit out the black fog, he was already prepared. He saw his hands moving, and hundreds of Zhang Ling charms suddenly flashed out of his double sleeves, and immediately Zhangfan was within the range of dozens of feet in front, extending to the cliff behind him, all covered under the blow of the charm.
Zhangfan face a change in the black fog, suddenly sensed the aura within the ground and surrounding trees suddenly became disordered.
Only then did I know that the other party was afraid of his spiritual power reply and fled by using the escape technique. Therefore, all the surrounding hundreds of feet were sealed with a charm, so that his escape technique could not be effective.
This kind of charm is similar to the concrete charm seen by Zhangfan in Thousand Wonderlands, which can prevent other monks or monster beasts from using evasive techniques. However, this kind of charm is only a preliminary charm, and it can only be used by ordinary monster beasts and monks.
Generally, monks don’t carry many such charms except those who are good at using spells.
It seems that the monk on the other side knows Zhangfan quite well, and he is greatly afraid of his evasion, so he came up with such a right method.
Zhangfan didn’t make any noise. He saw the middle-aged monk seal the surrounding area. He just took the last animal soul symbol from the waist, and casually hit several spiritual strategies, and immediately pressed it to the ground.
I saw that the soul charm had just left my hand, and it turned into a huge Shenmu tree, wrapping everything within a distance of dozens of feet around.
On the other hand, the middle-aged monk on the other side is sighing in his heart. On the other side, he is just a low-ranking disciple, and all of them are amazing and expensive.
Thought of here, the middle-aged monk killed Zhangfan’s heart more strongly. If this child is given a certain period of time, I don’t know how much threat it will cause to myself.
Middle-aged monk just took back the real fire and suddenly went to the place where Zhangfan was, but the real fire was still several feet away from Zhangfan. Suddenly, centering on the black fog that wrapped Zhangfan, the ground flashed a series of spiritual mans, and they went to the middle-aged monk’s real fire in no particular order.
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Chapter one hundred and twenty-two Cliff falling
These things are the three-image magic array set by Zhang Fan. Although the three-image magic array is a lower-order magic array, the French flag used by Zhangfan to dispose of the array is a relic of the ancient universe, which is very powerful.
Before in a hurry, although I was taken away by the opposite monk, there were still 18 pieces in Zhangfan’s hand, just enough to set a magic array.
Dozens of spiritual awns in the Three Elephant Magic Array just touched the real fire of the middle-aged monk, and suddenly burst into the sound of detonation.
The real fire was blocked.
At this moment, hundreds of spicules braved the green mountain blaster in the magic array, and those spicules suddenly split in two in the air, divided into two and a half, half of which attacked the middle-aged monk, while the other half went straight to the middle-aged monk to spit out the real fire.
Middle-aged monks are well-informed. As can be seen from the green awn produced by those bone needles, it is a poisonous thing in the world. Although the center is furious, it does not use hands to pick it up. Instead, when the sleeve was brushed, I saw hundreds of lux gold needles lashing out from its sleeve and shooting at the bone needle as well.
However, the true fire spit by the middle-aged monk is like a small snake, and it suddenly shrinks to a small place in the air flexibly, and it is swallowed by the middle-aged monk again after a meal in the air.
After all, the middle-aged monk is profound, and the red needle comes first.
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I saw that the two just touched, and there was a "squeaky" sound.
The explosion of "scratching" just rang, and the red needle of the middle-aged monk was dyed dark green, and a puff of smoke fell to the ground.
But the green mountain didn’t stop. Directly follow the spirit mountain attached to the red needle by the middle-aged monk. Go upstream. Heading for the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk had a great shock in his heart. My back shuddered with surprise. Hands shaking. Reiki was cut into two parts. Have a good health. Floating back.
I saw where the middle-aged monk stood. "Pa pa" burst into dozens of sounds. Surrounded by a mass of green gas within two feet.
Everything within the green gas. All of them were melted, dried up and withered. All rotted into clouds and stinking things.
The psychic force of the middle-aged monk was suddenly cut into two sections. The true spirit in the body suddenly became disordered. Middle-aged monks spit out one mouthful blood with their mouths open. Hands moving together. Dozens of dharma tactics to play to themselves. This will hold down the spiritual force in the body. Spiritual power moves in the body for two weeks. To calm down.
A monk. If you cut off your spiritual power in vain. But it is necessary to repair the land at a great loss.
Usually, if the spiritual power is consumed naturally, just meditate and reply. And when the enemy, the spirit force is naturally dissipated, of course, it is not counted.
After the enemy, in addition to the natural consumption on the way, the rest of the spiritual power is like light, and it is automatically taken back into the body with the completion of the Tao, instead of giving up its spiritual power like this.
This is a kind of artificial damage.
Therefore, in order not to be invaded by poisonous substances, middle-aged monks give up their true spirit, so that their spiritual power is cut off, and they can’t get it back for a while, so naturally they have to suffer a big loss.
Middle-aged monks stormed twice without success, but they were blocked by Zhangfan’s endless magic weapon and spirit, which made them feel terrible and angry at the same time. Middle-aged monks are terrified of the poison given by Zhangfan. At the moment, they suddenly move their sleeves and take out one thing.
I saw a black spirit bead suddenly appeared in the hands of a middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk looked cold and was furious. He saw that his hands were even playing, and hundreds of Taoist strategics were sacrificed in a short time. As soon as those spiritual strategics left their hands, they went to the black beads of the middle-aged monk.