Chapter 217 No grievances, no grudges, fight to the death.
The dead wood was shocked, and then he realized that Zhang Zhenfeng was powerful. He hurriedly pinched his left hand and pointed it at the tip of his sword.
Only with three fingers in a row can the sword of the dead wood be restored.
But Zhang Zhenfeng was even more relaxed, put his left hand behind him and smiled and said, "Master Gu Song, you should go together."
Liu Banxian was not afraid of the big deal when watching the fun, and fanned the flames: "Yes, yes, look at the old Taoist Kumu, both hands can't hit one of my master's hands, so let's go together to avoid losing too ugly!"
The old Taoist Gu Song couldn't help but turn his head and stare at Liu Banxian: "You kid, I'll kill you!"
Liu Banxian hid behind Zhang Zhenfeng: "You have the ability to kill my master, what's the ability to bully me?"
Zheng!
As he spoke, there was a crisp sound.
The sword of the old Taoist dead wood was broken from it.
The old Taoist was shocked and jumped aside, looking at Zhang Zhenfeng with a red face.
Zhang Zhenfeng stopped and clasped his fists and said, "Senior, I'll give in!"
The dead wood's skin turned red and she sighed: "If you don't give in, you will lose. It's because I'm not as good as others."
Liu Banxian laughed: "It's a good sword, but unfortunately it's broken, so I can only sell scrap iron. If I keep taking it to the street stall, I can still sell it for ten or eight yuan."
Zhang Zhenfeng drank Liu Banxian and bowed to Gu Song's old Taoist: "Senior, it's your turn."
"Your mysterious skills are powerful, no need to compare." Gu Song waved his hand and said, "Let me learn about your Taoist Dharma!"
Zhang Zhenfeng did not dare to neglect, so he took two steps back and waited for the old man to make a move.
The old Taoist Gu Song pulled out a scroll from his backpack, and suddenly shook it open, but it was a silk painting, shouting: "Young Master Zhang, be careful!"
But I saw the demonic wind floating out from the scroll and instantly filled the Dushantou.
Flying sand and stones block the moonlight.
"What a heavy demonic aura!" Zhang Zhenfeng was also shocked and said, "How can two people in the right way raise monsters?"
Gu Song sneered: "Young Master Zhang, have you also raised a vixen?"
There was a clamor.
A long dark red shadow flew out from the scroll of the lonely pine, and it grew when the wind broke, and instantly became more than two feet long, and came with its teeth and claws.
Liu Banxian was so scared that he hugged his head and squatted on the ground, shouting: "Master, it's a big centipede, such a big centipede!"
Zhang Zhenfeng also saw that what flew out of the scroll was a huge centipede, dark red all over his body and head was like a water tank.
After the centipede flew out, it immediately rolled towards Zhang Zhenfeng.
Zhang Zhenfeng repeatedly thundered his palms, blocking the left and right, and at the same time urged the mysterious skill to protect his body, and further observed the centipede.
The lonely pine and the dead tree retreated together, hung the scroll on a big tree, and then spit out blood at the tip of the tongue at the scroll, chanting a spell!
The centipede was urging by the blood of his master and became even more violent. He circled around Zhang Zhenfeng, and his footsteps were blooming, as if he was about to pull Zhang Zhenfeng into pieces.
Liu Banxian was also surrounded by the big centipede, hiding behind Zhang Zhenfeng, and shouting in horror: "Master, is this big centipede real or fake?"
"It's both true and false." Zhang Zhenfeng made sure that he was invincible and took the time to explain to Liu Banxian:
"They caught a centipede spirit, imprisoned the centipede spirit on the scroll, slowly sacrificed and turned it into their own puppet. And this centipede has a name, called the Cializede. The centipede we see is actually
It is a shadow, and it is also a centipede spirit."
The old Taoist Kumu was a little surprised and turned his head and said, "Zhang Zhenfeng, it turns out that you also know how to draw shadow centipede!"
Zhang Zhenfeng smiled and said, "The shadow centipede is the nemesis of the snake demon, but unfortunately it doesn't work for me."
The old Taoist Gu Song continued to spray blood at the scroll without saying a word.
Judging from this posture, in another half an hour, this old Taoist will probably die!
Zhang Zhenfeng said: "I advise you to take the centipede immediately, without any grievances, why fight to the death?"
The dead wood said angrily: "Zhang Zhenfeng, we will never give up if we don't have the pearl. If you have the ability, let's talk about the centipede that breaks our shadows!"
"Since that's the case, I'll offend you!"
Zhang Zhenfeng had no choice but to pull out the Ruqiu sword behind him.
The sword energy is like frost.
The sword shines.
Zhang Zhenfeng ran under his feet, danced a sword in his hand, shouting: "The God of Heaven, the God of Thunder, the God of Land, the God of Dharma, the God of Defense, the Lord of the Supreme Lord moved the order to protect the Dharma in the lower realm to save all living beings! The thunder protects the body, the golden universe, clear and free, free
Pure, pure, pure, pure, pure, and clear, urgently as the law——!"
Amid the sound of the spell, the sword energy burst out like thousands of rays of light!
The centipede in the painting is not aware of life or death, and still fights endlessly.
But I saw sword energy passing through the body of the shadow centipede, and in an instant, it dismembered the big centipede and turned into red smoke all over the sky.
"puff……!"
The two old Taoists vomited blood and fell to the ground together.
The scroll hanging on the tree also shattered at the same time, and pieces of debris flew in the wind like butterflies.
Zhang Zhenfeng withdrew his sword, calm and calm, and his face remained calm.
The howling demon wind gradually stopped, the moonlight shone again, and the mountain was quiet.
Liu Banxian laughed: "Master is mighty and killed an old centipede and two old Taoist priests!"
Zhang Zhenfeng shook his head, looked at the pale lonely pine and dead wood, and sighed: "Since the two seniors have lived in seclusion outside the world, they should cultivate themselves and comprehend the great way. Why do you have to enter a place of disputes for the sake of things outside of your body?"
In fact, these two old guys have good Xuangong cultivation. If they can stick to the heart of Tao, it will be fine to live for another decade.
Now in a battle, they exhausted their efforts and were seriously injured even if they didn't die, which greatly affected their life span.
Gu Song spat another mouthful of blood, closed his eyes and said, "Young Master Zhang wants to kill him, no need to say more."
"I won't kill you." Zhang Zhenfeng waved his hand and said, "You guys go, practice hard after you go back, and don't come again."
The lonely pine and dead trees were a little surprised. They looked at each other, helped each other up, bowed to Zhang Zhenfeng, and then staggered towards the mountain.
Liu Banxian smiled and said, "When you come, you fly on the grass, and when you go back, you turtle crawl, why bother?"
Zhang Zhenfeng glared at Liu Banxian and said, "Actually, these two old Taoists are already very powerful. If I were not their opponent before slaying the dragon in Fushan Gorge."
Liu Banxian asked, "Is there any of them powerful in the old masters of Longhu Mountain?"
"I don't know." Zhang Zhenfeng thought for a while and said, "It should be more powerful, otherwise, how can Longhu Mountain defend the Taoist sect in the world?"
Although these two old Taoists are powerful, they are doing evil ways to sacrifice and refine shadow centipedes.
The thousand-year-old inheritance of Longhu Mountain is authentic and has many magic weapons, which are definitely better than the lonely pine and dead trees.
Liu Banxian nodded and asked, "Master, let's go to the Tanshu Forest now to deal with those old ghosts?"
Zhang Zhenfeng was about to speak, but heard two screams from the hillside!
It is the sound of dead trees and lonely pine.
It seems to be a conspiracy.
If you commit suicide, you won’t scream like this!
Zhang Zhenfeng was stunned, then grabbed Liu Banxian and flew towards the bottom of the mountain.
In a moment, Zhang Zhenfeng was already standing on the mountainside with Liu Banxian.
There was blood in front of me.
The lonely pine and dead trees fell to the ground, but they had not yet died.
There was another man and a woman, who looked in her thirties, holding swords and looking at Zhang Zhenfeng with a smile.