Chapter 28 The Battle in full swing

The ancestor said, "The old man attacked the west, and the ten perfect man attacked the south. Please pay the leader to attack his east. The ten brothers led the other brothers to attack the north."

Fu Yuntian nodded and said, "Everything is arranged by the ancestors."

The ancestor slapped the fan in his hand, separated the white fog fan to both sides, and he took the opportunity to move forward.

The old man pulled up the blood spirit flag, waved his hands, and walked south.

Fu Yuntian looked back at Shifang and said, "Brother, be more careful." With his spiritual power, the Zhu Shen Sword floated forward in front of him, and Fu Yuntian followed the Zhu Shen Sword.

Shifang took out the psychic mirror and looked at it. Seeing that this white fog was entangled and crossed, although there was also a weak spiritual force, the clouds and fog were too dense to allow one person to pass at all. This was not like a formation!

Many demons behind looked at Shifang. When he made up his mind, Shifang frowned and Cherry said, "Take one step at a time."

An idea came to Shifang's mind to carry out the Tianlong Babu magic skills of Tianyin Temple. His body was a foot high, and a faint golden light appeared. He stepped towards the white fog. Seeing the white fog approaching him, Shifang gritted his teeth and said, "I's bet." He turned around and said, "Don't follow me, Taoer, you stay here first." Then close your eyes and get into the fog.

I only heard Xuanqi cry out, "This boy's spiritual power is the same as ours, but he can't help it."

When Shifang entered the white fog, he only felt the strong aura around him, and there was no discomfort at all. He opened his eyes and looked around, but the white fog was too thick to reach out his fingers.

The ten sides simply walked in one direction, and only heard Xuande say, "Amitabha, the donor has a Buddha root. It's not too late to break away from the devil's way now."

Shi Fang laughed and said, "How can the master know that his disciple is a person in the magic religion?" With that, there was a thick fog, and a large area of mountains and forests appeared in front of him. There was a man standing in front of him, with white beard and white eyebrows, and a kind face. He stood one palm in front of his chest and said, "The donor killed my Tianyin Temple Yuanzhi teacher's nephew in front of him, and killed nine lives in the Flower Palace, and even stole the treasure of the Kunlun faction. This kind of this act..."

Shifang shook his head and sighed, "Has the master ever seen his disciples do this with his own eyes? How can you conclude that the disciple is the murderer just by the words of the Kunlun faction?

What else did Xuande want to say? Suddenly, a round-faced monk popped out of the woods next to him and shouted, "What are you talking about with him?" Go and deal with those demons. They're going to break in."

Xuande saw the white fog rolling in the woods, and there were signs of being disturbed. Oh, he said, "Don't accompany me, I'm going to be busy." I stamped my foot and flew away.

The mysterious muttered, "This old man can just talk." He stared at Shifang and said, "Kid, I heard that you are very powerful? Let's make a comparison. Don't let others interfere. Don't hurt people if you win or lose. If you hurt people, I won't play with you. You..."

Shifang frowned, thinking that this man could be talkative, and he hugged his fist: "My disciple accompanied the master to make two moves." One palm pats the mysterious brain from the top.

Xuansuan stepped back and shouted, "Okay, it's me who sent the Dragon Eight King Kong Palms. Look at me." He pulled out the ring knife and cut it in ten directions with a low voice.

The golden-backed machete is sacrificed in the ten directions.

The man who cultivates the truth is fighting, and his spiritual power is scattered. He breaks the surrounding trees and tilts down, and the mysteriousness jumps up and down. A set of knives is very fierce, which shakes the ten square arms and numb.

After two more moves, Shifang did not dare to fight with him. He injected his spiritual power into the flowing boots and quickly retreated. He carried out the purple Confucian formula. The knife turned like a plate. He was soft and strong, and shouted mysteriously, "Good move, like the sour talents of Yunhaimen." He grabbed the knife in his right hand and patted the chest of Shifang with a big print in his left hand.

The big hand printed a big golden maze. This move was too suddenly. The right-handed knife of Shifang led to open the mysterious ring knife, and his left hand hurriedly hit the purple spirit with the golden sword formula. With a sneer, he sprayed the purple gas sword from the tip of his forefinger to resist the golden maze.

Xuansang took a step back and said, "Come on, why have you never seen this move? I heard that the golden sword heart secret of the Golden Sword Gate can only shoot purple sword qi at the highest level, but you are only in the middle of the elixir. How can you practice it? The mysterious left was puzzled. He held a knife in one hand and scratched his bald head in the other.

Shifang was also happy to inadvertently create this combination of the two factions and shouted, "Let's fight again." Using the golden sword heart formula to inject the spirit of purple Confucianism into the golden-backed machete, and a large area of purple light appeared on the body of the golden-backed knife, which was mixed with crackling small lightning.

The mysterious panicked and said, "Why do you still generate electricity?"

Shifang laughed and turned the golden-backed machete wheel to the mysterious, and the mysterious shouted, "You teach this trick to Lao Tuo, and Lao Tuo will let you go."

The two fought together again. In fact, in terms of cultivation and combat experience, the mysterious nature is much higher than that of the ten directions, but the mysterious nature is born with a love of martial arts. When he sees this wonderful magic skill, he wants to see what's going on, so he only fights and doesn't fight. Occasionally, he forced the ten sides to use some wonderful moves, but it's enough, and it doesn's not hurt his fur.

Shifang is even more addicted, using the four magic skills in a cross-section, and occasionally combined to create some unprecedented magical moves.

The two of them were very happy. They were excited to see the wonderful magical skills, and the ten sides were immersed in creating and feeling all kinds of novel moves.

The two of them were so carried away. Shifang suddenly jumped up. The second move of Kunlun Dajiu type was the immortal sword. They frowned mysteriously and said, "This move has been used." He stepped back and picked up the knife, and a ball of light composed of spiritual power appeared in the left hand of the ten directions. The light ball flashed purple and cyan light, and there seemed to be a golden light flashing in the center.

"What kind of trick does Mr. Shifang use?"

It turned out that Fu Yuntian and others had broken the magic array at this time. Under Fu Yuntian's persuasion, they did not fight with Xuande. Xuande also knew that he and eight disciples were not these demon opponents at all.

Fu Yuntian and Cherry were concerned about Shifang. Xuande was worried about the mysterious nature, so everyone came together. Seeing that the two were fighting happily, they watched the battle from the sidelines.

At this time, the light ball in the palm of Shifang was like the thunder of the Taoist palm, but the spiritual power was like the Confucian formula of Confucianism, and the center was shining red light, but I didn't know what it was. Seeing this situation, several people couldn't help asking, but no one knew what the trick of Shifang was.

If the mysteriousness is attacked at this time, Shifang will definitely not be able to use the energy ball with all his strength, but this monk wants to see the wonder of Shifang's move, so he stands there and waits for him to use it.

The ten parties played to the fullest, and also forgot this taboo. After the energy ball was transported out, he pushed it with all his strength and flew around the circle to the mysterious.

Xuansong put away the ring knife, pinched the big hand seal with both hands, recited the spell in his mouth, and then pushed out with one palm. Six golden fonts appeared in the air, namely: an, ma, na, ba, mou, hou.

The six characters overlapped together to form a huge Scorpion number. The energy ball in the hands of the ten directions hit it. The golden light of the Scorpion number flashed and rotated around to scatter the blue-purple light of the energy ball, and the Scorpion also dimmed.

Everyone thought that the energy ball had been exhausted, but the mysterious face changed. After the blue and purple light of the energy ball dissipated, the golden light appeared in it, which was actually the same scorpion character!

Xuande couldn't help exclaiming, "What kind of Taoism is this?"

The two staletic characters collided, and the golden light was dazzling. It contracted and dispersed again. In the loud noise, the wind blew in all directions. Several demons with low cultivation could not stand the Buddha's light, and they were beaten back several steps to stand firm.

After the golden light dissipated, Xuanseng jumped up and shouted, "Shifang, I want to worship you as a teacher!" Then he cried out. It turned out that after Shifang used this temporary self-created Taoism, his spiritual power was consumed too much, and he sat on the ground blown by the wind.

Xuanyi hurried to help him up, but Fu Yuntian was worried that Xuanyi took advantage of the opportunity to harm Shifang and stopped in front of him.

Xuansheng said angrily, "Fu Kuangsheng, is it none of your business to worship the master? Stop this, too!"

After being immersed in the Shifang Taoism for a moment, Xuande saw Xuan's nonsense and hurriedly ran around and dragged him back.

He was more or less afraid of this brother, so he had to look at Shifang eagerly and reluctantly follow him back to the monk pile.

Xuande turned around and said, "Thank you for merciting the lives of Lao Tuo and other people. Lao Tuo left first."

Fu Yuntian nodded and smiled, "Please also ask the master to go back and tell Fu, the head of your school, the head of your school, his respect for your school."

Xuande said, "You should tell me." He pulled Xuanxue and flew away with eight disciples.

When the ancestors saw these monks leaving, he turned around and said, "Brother Fu, why did you let these bald donkeys go? If the old man can absorb the spiritual power of these bald donkeys, his cultivation can be much better.

Fu Yuntian smiled and said, "These monks are all loyal people. They don't get any benefits from killing them. Instead, they set up more enemies. Brother, your magic skills have just shocked you. Even these seniors can't stop praising them. His reputation is resounding in the world of cultivation, and it's just around the corner."

Cherry has been happy for him for a long time when she saw that she showed her skills. Hearing Fu Yuntian's sincere praise, she was even more happy.

Shifang is still immersed in the fight just now, recalling the feeling of the fusion of the four schools of magical power. Hearing the words, he smiled and said, "Brother Fu, several masters of Tianyin Temple have left, and it's time for me to say goodbye."

Fu Yuntian nodded and said, "You have to say goodbye after a thousand miles away. This place is far away from the Xiaoyao Palace. Presumably there will be no more ambush in front of you. Be careful about everything and have a good journey."

Shifang and Cherry smiled, took hands and stepped on the clouds and flew away.