The troubles of the teenage villain

Feng Shao only felt his ears buzzing, as if someone had hit his ear hard with a hammer.

He knew that this was Taoist Ma's greatest move, so he couldn't help but raised his lips and said in his heart, waiting, pretending to avoid it.But when the opponent's palm wind was coming, he suddenly turned around to meet the palm, channeled all his spiritual power, and stabbed the sword with all his strength.

This is the bad point of Wuxiu, although the power is great, but the attack distance is much closer than that of swordsman...

So Daoren Ma watched the other party dodge with a sneer, but he didn't expect the young man to meet him suddenly. When he slapped him down with his palm, his figure was unavoidably called a sword in the chest!

Both of them hit with all their strength!

The violent red flame sword intent instantly burned Taoist Ma's chest. Seeing that the raging fire that was about to spread from his chest would turn it into coke, Taoist Nading immediately rushed to take a talisman to stop the fire.

However, Daoren Ma's body was crippled, and he lay down on the ground. His body was scorched red and bloody from the fire dragon's fierce sword intent.

And Feng Shao was not much better, after all, it was the palm of Jindan Middle Stage, his chest seemed to be unharmed, but his bones were broken, his face was pale, he took a few steps back, spurting blood so much that he could hardly stand upright, taking food and nourishing food The body pill barely stood against the sword.

If it weren't for the activation of his own magic armor, this palm would have smashed most of his body.But fortunately, the opponent is a martial artist, if this palm turned into a sword, then his magic armor would not be able to protect his body.

Daoren Ma didn't even care about his seriously injured body at this time, he stared round, and cursed forcefully: "You! You little bastard in the early stage of Jindan dare to take my double thunder palm!" It's not dead yet!Is this guy really a crispy swordsman?Isn't this kind of physical defense only available to those who practice the body hard like Buddha?

Feng Shao didn't make a sound, but silently restrained the magic energy that had leaked just now.

At this time, the white tiger finally ran to the front from a distance, seeing the young man's hunched figure and barely standing posture, it couldn't help roaring, like a cub when its food was taken away, its burning anger was full of ferocity.

The roar of the tiger was deafening, and Daoren Ding's ears were buzzing with pain, but he didn't pay attention to the other party's spiritual pet. Even if the spiritual pet was fifth-level, he knew very well what the strength of the fifth-level spiritual pet in Lu's blessed land was.

"Hey!" Nading Taoist had already shot Feng Shao alone, and saw his fists were like iron, and the wind whistling, as if the surrounding air was driven into momentum, forming a huge punch hole, and punched Feng Shao.

Although the power of martial arts is far inferior to that of swordsmen, it also has an advantage over swordsmen, that is, it is easier to integrate with attacks and is handy. After all, martial arts uses their own limbs with bare hands.As for sword cultivators, if they want to become one body and become one with the sword, that is a higher level, and they must go up to the third heaven. Of course, their power is far from comparable to that of martial arts cultivators.

Daoren Ding's double fists in the later stage of Jindan were getting closer and closer, Feng Shao's spirit was abnormally concentrated, and he kept chanting the body sacrificial mantra silently in his heart, trying to strengthen his body even more.

Just when he gritted his teeth and swung his sword, and was about to deal with it, he saw the white tiger pounced towards him with lightning speed, and the speed was extremely fast. When Feng Shao saw it clearly, the white tiger had already slammed Taoist Ding on The ground was like a rainbow, Daoren Ding was caught off guard, and its sharp claws pierced his head obliquely, and bit him with a big mouth.

Daoren Ding has a good cultivation level, and he quickly launched a counterattack. His fists were heavy and wrapped in the strong wind, making muffled noises on the beast's body.

Even if he was hit by a fist, the white tiger only let out a muffled grunt, but his shoulders trembled slightly, and he kept biting, the astonishing force of the bite tore most of Ding Daoren's face into pieces.

But Feng Shao knew that Xiao Bai's trembling must have been hit hard, you idiot!With this strength, it will definitely die with one punch!

With a dull pain in his heart, he slapped out a yellow rank talisman without hesitation, his fingers changed, and he said quickly: "Golden soldiers attack!"

Immediately, under the golden light, a [-]-foot-tall golden-armored soldier burst out, exuding such a murderous aura that Daoren Ding, who had thrown his fist at the white tiger with his killing move, couldn't help but froze.

The golden soldier's intent to kill was awe-inspiring, and he attacked with his bare hands, Daoren Ding didn't care about giving the white tiger another fatal blow, let go of the animal in his hand, and turned to dodge the water jet that the golden soldier attacked!

The water jet came out of nowhere with a huge momentum, attacking Taoist Ding from all directions.No matter how good Daoren Ding's martial arts skills are, he can't compare to swordsmanship, not to mention he has just been bitten by a tiger and suffered many injuries.

After a few breaths, he let out a muffled snort, and a sweet smell filled his mouth.

Daoren Ding was horrified, what kind of talisman soldier is this!It's so powerful!

Talisman soldiers are expensive to build, and ordinary monks can't afford mid-grade talisman soldiers, and it is even more difficult to find high-grade talisman soldiers, let alone yellow-rank talisman soldiers.Even if Daoren Ding is in the late Jindan stage, he is only from a secular sect. He must have seen the talisman soldiers, but I'm afraid he has never heard of those above the top rank.

Even Feng Shao, as the direct disciple of the Kunlun suzerain, only got one piece, not even a magic weapon that is not used in life and death, because the talisman soldiers can only be used once, which is the most extravagant.

If Taoist Ding hadn't seen that Taoist Ding was far better than Xiaobai, he would have been injured just now, so he would have been slow to save him with a sword, if he attacked and rescued Xiaobai, Xiaobai would also be beaten half to death.In desperation, the talisman soldiers came the fastest as soon as they came out.

Even so, the white tiger was half covered in blood from Ding Daoren's punches, and with a few broken bones, it limped when it walked towards Feng Shao, not to mention its eye sockets were red from the blow, and its golden eyes seemed to be Eyes burst out, bloodshot all over.

"Aww." Bai Hu rubbed against Feng Shao, stretched out his pink tongue and licked Feng Shao's face who was leaning over, his eyes were full of concern, his nose was blowing heavily.

Feeling warm in Feng Shao's heart, he patted his head to comfort him while feeding him the Nourishing Pill: "I'm fine, don't worry."

But before he finished speaking, his consciousness moved and he felt something was wrong.

I saw Daoist Ma, who was lying on the ground, holding a lotus lantern in one hand, and performing the tricks. Feng Shao secretly screamed that it was not good. In just one breath, the fog that had dissipated gradually filled up again...

"Only you bastard has a magical weapon. Look at your grandfather's hidden lotus lantern, and it can withstand it!" Ma Taoist said cursingly, and then suddenly shouted at the stubborn Taoist Ding in the corner: "Senior brother!..." When it came to an abrupt end, Feng Shao would be surprised immediately, this Taoist Ma must have been in secret with him through sound transmission!

Taking advantage of the thick fog, Feng Shao chased forward with his only spiritual sense, sure enough!There was a faint sound, Daoren Ding no longer fought with the Jin soldiers, but retreated to Daoren Ma's side dodging.The horse Taoist was reciting the formula to the lotus lantern, but he was a martial artist, and the formula in his hand was not very fast...

The lotus lanterns gradually flourished.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Shao guessed that the other party was leaving!

It is impossible for Thunderbolt Gate and Baopu Zong to let themselves go, so since the other party dared to leave, they must be convinced that the lotus lantern can kill him... Sure enough, Taoist Ma saw the light gradually brighten, turning into a void, and said happily: " Hmph, you son of a bitch, play in there alone..."

However, Feng Shao's shadow was like a wandering soul, and rushed to Daoren Ma quickly, as if the hand came out of nowhere to grab the hidden lotus lantern tightly.

Daoren Ma never expected Feng Shao to have such a speed, although he was half paralyzed, he did not forget to hold on to the lotus lantern when he was shocked.Daoren Ding didn't care about the Jin soldiers who were chasing him, so he rushed to rescue him. Feng Shao grabbed the lamp with one hand and drew the sword with the other, which was very difficult.

At this moment, the white tiger roared and rushed over, trampling on Taoist Ma's chest with his forelegs, even Taoist Ma's talisman couldn't protect his body, and blood spurted profusely.

Once the physical body dies, even if the dharma body and primordial spirit are still there, he can no longer hold the lamp, so Feng Shao smoothly puts the lamp into his hand.Daoren Ding was in a hurry when he saw this, and he wanted to fight, but Jin Bing's frenzied water poured in again, and he protected his body with both fists, it was really too much for him!

It seemed that Taoist Ding was about to be consumed by the golden soldiers, but Feng Shao secretly cried out, because this was the last blow of the golden soldiers!

Daoren Ding's face was pale, and his physical strength was exhausted. Just when he was feeling desperate, he suddenly turned around, and the tower-like body of the golden soldiers trembled for a while, and quickly disappeared like an illusion.

Feng Shao hated secretly, but remained calm, immediately took off Daoren Ma's bag of kits, and it was absolutely impossible to activate the magic weapon without magic formulas and jade slips.

As soon as he got the kit, Daoren Ding's fierce fist struck like lightning, almost destroying the city!

Feng Shao narrowed his eyes, and decided not to give him any more chances to attack. He was injured more heavily than Daoren Ding, and his spiritual qi had bottomed out, while Taoist Ding was two realms higher than himself, and his spiritual qi was stored much higher. Sorry.

As soon as he thought about it, Feng Shao had completely stimulated the magic armor. It was only passively activated before, and its function was only three or four times, in order to hide the magic energy in time, but now it was the last moment, so he had to give it a go.

[-]% of the power of the magic armor has caused Feng Shao to emit a layer of black mist, which is particularly conspicuous in the light white mist. This is not visible to the naked eye, but Daoist Dante is very close to Feng Shao, even if the mist of the lotus lantern will block the senses. Scan, he can also see this weird black.

"You're a Demon Cultivator!" Daoren Ding's face changed drastically, and he blurted out, the wind of his fist was stagnant because of this, and Feng Shao dodged it with the move of Demon Shadow Sneak Step.

Feng Shao didn't intend to hide, at this moment he was engulfed in the black mist, his evil handsome face appeared strange and dangerous in the haze, he was completely different from the upright young sword repairer at the beginning.

His thin lips moved slightly, and he chanted an obscure spell in a low voice. The abundant mana energy gathered continuously at his fingertips, drawing a black shadow in the void, and many black star points emerged from the hidden space. The environment gathered from all over, sucking the magic energy from his fingertips.

"You evil demon cultivator!" Daoren Ding was uneasy, but he didn't back down. How could he give Feng Shao the opportunity to prepare, and he raised his fists quickly. Meaning, instantly like copper skin and iron bones, swept towards Feng Shao domineeringly.

As long as this punch is close to three feet, Feng Shao's body must be ripped apart, and his body will be broken!

The murderous aura in the white tiger's golden eyes was intense, and it jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards Ding Daoren's back, grabbing his spine firmly.After all, it is a fifth-order spirit beast, with abundant spirit qi. Although it doesn't know how to use it, its bite still carries a strong spirit energy.

Even a martial artist like Daoren Ding screamed out in pain, his vajra palm landed on the white tiger's body in a rage, making it bloody and bloody... A black shadow suddenly appeared. Daoren Ding was surrounded.