[69 Book Bar - www.] Although these ghost boys looked cute, they were surprisingly fast. In the blink of an eye, they came to the side of the golden armored warrior, stretched out their pink little hands, and pulled them casually.

The majestic-looking golden-armored warrior was not as strong as toilet paper in the hands of these ghost boys, and was torn into pieces just like that.

Gongsun Sheng's expression showed no surprise, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago. He connected his left hand with his sword fingers and touched the edge of the long sword.

The bright red blood instantly made the originally bright silver long sword dyed blood red. Immediately afterwards, Gongsun Sheng kept chanting mantras in his mouth. After a moment, Gongsun Sheng shouted: "The Tiangang Formation Talisman rises!"

Click! Click! Click...

The sound of shattering was endless, and countless cracks opened on the ground. The deep cracks formed a huge and complex pattern. This pattern covered most of the hall, and the strokes were mysterious.

In an instant, the man was surrounded by patterns formed by cracks in the ground.

Lin Feng keenly discovered that the formation of this pattern was due to the thirty-six quick jade talismans that Gongsun Sheng had placed long ago. From these jade talismans, bursts of force conveyed shook the floor, forming the mysterious figure in front of him.

pattern.

The sword in his hand, stained with his own blood, was thrust into the floor, and immediately more than half of the sword's blade was submerged into the concrete ground.

The blood on the sword body seemed to have its own spirituality, slowly wandering down from the long sword. Gongsun Sheng pressed his injured finger tightly on the sword's jaw, letting his own blood flow along the sword.

The body flows to the ground.

The blood snaked down from the sword, as if something was guiding it from the front, and quickly flowed into the cracks.

The crack was not too deep. After the blood flowed into it, it began to spread along the crack, just like a spring with a river.

The cracks filled with blood soon burst out with strong light, and the strong light was like walls, surrounding Qushen.

When all the ravines were filled with blood, Gongsun Sheng's face turned pale. He had shed so much blood that even though he had made a breakthrough in cultivation, he still felt dizzy.

Holding back the feeling of drowsiness, Gongsun Sheng bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop! The blood stains fell on the light wall in front of him, instantly forming a huge blood-red talisman.

"Tiangang Talisman Formation, guided by blood! Start!" Gongsun Sheng shouted violently.

Buzz!

After a loud buzzing sound, the expression of the man standing inside the wall of light suddenly changed, and he waved the black sword in his hand. A jet of black sword light flew out.

After hitting the wall, there was a loud noise like a yellow bell. The light wall produced waves of ripples. The sword energy was quickly resolved without any damage.

"It's useless. This is the formation that I put all my effort into using all my strength. Unless your cultivation is able to break through the space, otherwise, don't even think about escaping from here!" Gongsun Sheng's mouth was stained with blood, and his face was stained with blood.

But he showed a smile.

Qu Shen's face turned ugly, and he said coldly: "Do you think you can trap me like this? Huh! You underestimate me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eighteen ghost boys around Qu Shen chirped around him, flying around like little elves.

With the protection of these ghost boys, Qu Shen strode towards the outside of the formation, looking at the wall of light in front of him as nothing.

In the blink of an eye, Ghost Boy's body came into contact with the light wall. For a moment, Ghost Boy's body was like a ball of snow and a red-hot iron touching each other.

Most of his body melted between heaven and earth amid a strange creaking sound. The painful cry of a baby came from the hall, which made people cry. It was unbearable to hear.

With a smile on Qu Shen's face, he watched helplessly as the ghost boy consumed the light wall's magic power with the power of his soul.

Seeing the ghost boy's painful look, Gongsun Sheng felt a trace of unbearable feeling in his heart. Although he knew that these ghost boys would be completely stunned once the three days were up, he could only helplessly look at a child who was less than one year old.

The child died in front of him, but it was because of his own reasons that Gongsun Sheng couldn't do it.

His eyes suddenly closed for a moment, and then Gongsun Sheng opened his eyes again, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes, and he pulled out the long sword stuck on the ground.

After the long sword left the ground, the brightness of the light wall instantly decreased greatly. Then it quickly retracted underground.

"Hahaha..." Qu Shen laughed and said, "It seems that you people who think you are upright are hypocritical. You know that my ghost boy's time is running out, but you still show off your kindness in such a hypocritical manner.

Humph, go to hell!"

Qu Shen's face turned ferocious in the blink of an eye, his feet stopped, and he rushed toward Gongsun Sheng like an arrow from a string. The long black sword in his hand moved toward Gongsun Sheng's body with a scream like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

Coming from the forehead.

Setting up the formation just now had consumed almost all of Gongsun Sheng's skill. Now the remaining skill in his meridians could no longer even move him quickly. He could only watch helplessly as the long black sword struck at his body.

Just when Gongsun Sheng was about to carry the long sword and cut it in half, a golden light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

when!

The melodious crisp sound echoed in the hall for a long time.

The jet-black sword that struck Gongsun Sheng was blocked by a Tang sword about one foot long that looked like a long dagger.

This Tang Dao has a golden blade all over, as if it is made of gold. The blade is flawless, without any traces. It glows with nobility.

The handle of the knife is held in a fair-skinned hand.

Looking along his arm, Gongsun Sheng suddenly said in surprise: "Senior Wei Kun?"

That's right, the person who blocked the almost fatal sword for Gongsun Sheng was none other than Uncle Kun. At this moment, Uncle Kun didn't know what kind of magic he had used. The originally loose skin around his body became tight again, and the whole person looked like

He seems to be decades younger.

Except for his silver-white hair, almost no one can recognize his identity.

"You go and take a rest first, leave this guy to me!" After his skin became younger, Uncle Kun's voice no longer had the old feeling of the past, but instead he was full of pride.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

There was a burst of applause, and Qu Shen clapped his hands and said: "Wei Kun, I finally see your true face! I heard that Dead Wood Zen Kung Fu is an extremely powerful technique in ancient martial arts, and it can accumulate one's own skills for decades.

, although he looks like a decrepit old man on the outside, he is full of vitality on the inside. Once it breaks out, it is enough to kill any opponent. I wonder if it is true?"

Uncle Kun, who had become younger, smiled disdainfully and said, "Come and give it a try. I practiced the Dead Wood Zen Technique thanks to you. When I chased you, you showed me how powerful the immortal cultivator is.

That’s why I switched to Dead Wood Zen Kung Fu. I didn’t expect to meet you again. It seems that this time can be called a fateful battle, right?”

"A battle of fate?" Qu Shen said with great disdain: "Don't say it so disgustingly, it's up to you? Are you worthy?"

Regarding Qu Shen's contemptuous remarks, Uncle Kun's mood did not change at all, and he still maintained a smile and said: "There is no need to anger me. These tricks are useless to me, I can practice Dead Wood Zen Kung Fu for decades.

It’s impossible to provoke your character anymore!”

Lin Feng looked at everything in front of him in astonishment. No wonder Gongsun Sheng always respectfully called "Senior" after seeing Uncle Kun.

Before this, Lin Feng always thought that it was Gongsun Sheng who respected Uncle Kun, but now he realized that it was Uncle Kun who had this qualification.

With a wave of the golden Tang sword in his hand, Uncle Kun said: "Back then, because I was eager for success and didn't know much about the dead wood Zen technique, my practice went wrong. As a result, I had problems with my sanity and it exploded.

The time is very short. So, let’s make a quick decision!”

Qu Shen looked at Uncle Kun in astonishment, then laughed and said: "I didn't expect that you really have a problem with your head. Do you think I will fight you quickly now that you have exposed your weakness? Hahaha... you should go first

Let’s talk about it after we deal with these ghost boys!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the eighteen ghost boys rushed toward Uncle Kun with strange screams.

As if he didn't see the ghost boys who were about to rush towards him, Uncle Kun said coldly: "Then give it a try!"

Before the syllables of the word "ba" could be finished, Uncle Kun's figure disappeared in an instant.

"What?!" Qu Shen was shocked. He never dreamed that Uncle Kun's speed would be so fast.

There was a sense of crisis in the back of his head. Without even thinking about it, Qu Shen bent his knees and his body instantly became shorter. He waved the long sword in his hand and put it on his head!

when!

A golden sword light hit the long black sword, and I felt my wrists were numb when I bent and stretched them. This huge force was as if a mountain was pressing down from above my head.

There was a clicking sound from the floor under his feet, and it cracked into countless pieces. The entire ground sank at least about twenty centimeters. His flexed and extended feet were completely inserted into the ground, almost reaching the knee level.

After the attack failed, Uncle Kun immediately retreated and his body disappeared again.

In not even a tenth of a second, he appeared strangely in front of Qu Shen, and the golden Tang Dao blade slashed towards Qu Shen's neck.

Because his feet were stuck in the ground, there was no way for him to dodge, and he had no choice but to resist forcefully again. His long knife stood at his side, blocking Uncle Kun's knife again.

Bang!

Flexing and stretching was like a baseball being hit by a home run. The whole person flew out from the ground and flew to the wall of the hall, denting the wall before stopping.

"Ahem..." He stretched out and stood up from the ground. As he coughed, traces of bright red blood appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he looked around with vigilant eyes.

"Wei Kun, you lied to me! There is no problem with your cultivation at all!" Qu Shan's eyes were bloodshot, and he was obviously furious.

Uncle Kun held the Tang Dao in his hand, the blade tilted, and the tip of the knife pointed at the ground. He said: "I'm not lying to you, there is indeed something wrong with my dead wood Zen practice. The burst time is very short, but accordingly, my overall

During this period of time, the strength is almost three times stronger than the Dead Wood Chan Kung Fu under normal cultivation conditions. This means that if there are gains, there must be losses, and if there are losses, there must be gains!"

When Qu Shen heard this, his face suddenly froze. He didn't expect Uncle Kun to play word games with him. Under normal circumstances, according to normal people's understanding, if there are problems in cultivation, then the strength will definitely decline.

Moreover, Uncle Kun specifically mentioned that there was something wrong with his practice, and that the Deadwood Zen Technique broke out for a very short time. He deliberately exposed his weakness. The purpose was to hide that when the Deadwood Zen Technique broke out, he was stronger than normal.

Three times more than this fact.
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