Mana pours into the Soul Flag.

The banner stretched instantly, and Tu Shanjun wrapped the seriously injured Li Qingfeng on his back.

The legs are bent.

It exploded suddenly and suddenly crossed the gate.

The monk wearing tortoise shell took the elixir fiercely and rushed to stop him again.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Tushanjun roared.

The body is full of ghost energy, and the fists explode.

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

Not broken by one punch.

Then ten punches.

If ten punches are not broken, then there will be a hundred punches.

The swift ghost hands condensed into fists and punched the tortoise shell of the magic weapon enshrined on Dunshun's body.

In just a few breaths, cracks appeared in the tortoise shell of the magic weapon.

The stocky monk looked horrified.

"How is that possible!"

The mana shield is about to break.

He quickly looked at Wen Lichun and shouted: "Help me."

"Crush it for me!"

Tu Shanjun roared.

Today.

He just wants to take Li Qingfeng away.

No one can stop him!

Boom.

The tortoise shell on Dunshou's body suddenly shattered, he vomited three big mouthfuls of blood, and his rosy face instantly turned pale.

"Don't take action yet."

"Jingle bell."

The bell imbued with mana jingled, and invisible ripples bounded Tushan Jun like a big net.

"Disease."

The ebony sword flies again.

The sword light flew past Tushanjun.

The invisible sword energy sliced ​​Tushanjun's body to pieces, causing blood to flow freely.

Before Tushanjun could break out, the three of them formed a "pin" formation and surrounded Tushanjun in the middle.

Tu Shanjun's fists trembled slightly.

The magic weapon was shattered, but his fist also showed signs of collapse.

Scarlet ghost eyes are wary of every Qi practitioner.

Living monks are really difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, among the three of them, there is still a soft persimmon to pinch.

It is better to break one finger than to injure ten fingers.

As long as there are casualties, there will be a way to break the situation.

The young immortal master looked solemn.

He was able to kill the evil ghost by taking advantage of the opportunity. Now that the stocky priest is injured, it will be troublesome to kill the evil ghost.

Originally he thought Li Qingfeng was a threat.

Unexpectedly, the threat was not Li Qingfeng, but the sacred soul flag in his hand, and the fierce ghost inside the flag.

This ghost is very skilled in martial arts. It is so powerful in close combat, and its boxing skills are even more superb.

Not to mention that his sanity is not inferior to ordinary people at all.

Even more cunning and insidious.

It's not like those muddy ghosts born naturally.

"Cough."

At the moment when the stocky monk was coughing up blood, Tushanjun moved.

Get closer in three or two steps.

Seeing the ghost approaching and the powerful aura coming towards his face, the stocky monk was so frightened that his breathing became disordered.

Once there is chaos, there is an opportunity.

In battle, once the breathing method is interrupted, the magic power cannot be sustained, and the breath around the body will be stagnant. At this time, the monk is most vulnerable.

This is the opportunity that Tushanjun seizes. He can find cleverness out of chaos and seize chestnuts from the fire.

The catch is the time when the stocky monk coughs up blood.

The ghost hand was like a hammer, directly smashing through the head of the stocky monk.

Bang.

Like a broken jar.

Red and white syrup spread all over the floor.

Tu Shanjun pulled out his living soul and threw it into the soul flag.

The third level of Qi training has greatly improved Tu Shanjun's strength.

We are only one step away from reaching the sixth level of Qi training.

If it hadn't been for the defensive tortoise-shell magical weapon that had been protecting the stocky monk, he would have died under Tushanjun's fist.

There is no need to exhaust all the mechanisms and seize opportunities by force.

The soul flag swallowed the soul of the Qi practitioner.

The wounds on Tu Shanjun's fists recovered, and the places on his body cut by the sword energy also healed.

Even the punctured wound has stopped bleeding.

I don’t know whether Wen Lichun was too late to rescue the stocky monk, or whether he didn’t want to rescue him at all.

Even though the blood of his colleagues was splattered on the spot, his expression did not change. Instead, he stared at Tushanjun even more intensely.

So powerful.

A monk at the third level of Qi training cannot withstand a blow.

The low-grade magic weapon was smashed to pieces with fists.

And this is just the hand of an evil ghost who respects the soul flag.

Such a magical weapon is definitely a treasure.

"Could it be the best magic weapon?" Wen Lichun suppressed the excitement in his heart and held the magic sword tightly.

While Wen Lichun was thinking, the guardian immortal master had already taken action.

He took the ebony magic sword into his hand, swallowed a fiery red pill, and held several long and regular stones in his hand.

"Kill!"

Crisp and resolute.

The guarding immortal master came straight to Tushanjun.

In order not to hurt Li Qingfeng on his back, Tu Shanjun could only fight head-on.

In an instant, the two of them fought together.

Wen Lichun was not idle either and joined the battlefield.

The entire central hall of the Yamen was in a mess.

Half of it was in ruins.

Now there is only one big roof left, which is still precariously supported by a few pillars.
To be continued...