Chapter 569: All Means Are Used, Fierce Battle, Replica of Flying Thunder Sword

In Qingyun Temple, the woman in red dress looked solemn, and her whole body was filled with a terrifying aura.

She chanted a spell in her mouth, her fingers flew around, her fingertips flashed with scarlet light, and she outlined one mysterious spell after another in the air.

There seemed to be a storage magic weapon on her body. White paper-cut figures no bigger than a palm flew out of her body like paper money.

The moment it flew out, the spells she sketched were attached to the paper-cut figure.

In an instant, the paper man seemed to be alive, twisting his body and rushing towards the talisman with his teeth and claws.

Several old masters roared: "Come, come, let's see if she has more paper figures or we have more talismans?"

After saying that, all kinds of talismans appeared in his hand, and the roar became even louder.

Numerous talismans and white paper figures were entangled together, and the movement caused was like a gathering storm, making it difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

As a Taoist priest who goes down the mountain to succumb to demons, he doesn't have many other things, but a lot of talismans and magic weapons for personal protection. If you take out a bunch of things, you can open an altar anytime and anywhere.

The reason why this is possible, in addition to the usual accumulation, is mainly because of the good relationship between Tianshi Mansion and Tiangong Hall.

The people in Tiangong Hall are good at refining weapons, but not good at fighting, so they will use some small magic weapons to exchange talismans with Tianshi Mansion.

Among these magic weapons, the most popular ones are storage magic weapons. This kind of thing is very precious to anyone.

Therefore, the masters who came down the mountain carried a considerable number of talismans. However, these talismans were not all combat-type talismans. Many of them were similar to Qi Healing Talisman and Sutra Sealing Talisman.

Therefore, despite the clouds gathering above the head, it cannot be suppressed in one breath. However, even so, with the five Tianshi Mansion's high-level skills working together, it is definitely not something that can be stopped by one person. The woman in the red dress fell into decline. A large number of talismans collapsed towards her.

"Add more fire, she won't be able to hold on any longer," said a Taoist master.

At the same time, Yi Qian also launched an attack, arriving in an instant and directly hitting the body of the woman in the red dress.

He was holding a seven-star magic sword with a cold light. When he swung it, the clanking sound from the sword was extremely clear, just like spring water hitting cobblestones.

This is a good sword. In terms of quality alone, it is not even inferior to Zhang Zhiwei's Dongfeng Great Sword.

Speaking of which, Zhang Zhiwei's Dongfeng Great Sword was stolen from Yi Qian by Zhang Yi. Yi Qian gave it away, so he would naturally have a better one.

Yi Qian likes to collect magical swords, and his own swordsmanship level is naturally not low. He is only worse than Zhang Zhiwei in Qingping swordsmanship, but he has reached the level of Xiaocheng. When he uses it, he is like Qingping floating, with both hardness and softness, and alternating between speed and slowness. .

But at this moment, the "click click click" sound of the trigger was heard, the firing pin hit the primer, the flames and kinetic energy were vented in the chamber, and the flame pushed the cartridge case to fly out of the gun.

Several rotating brass bullets accurately hit Yi Qian's sword, blocking his steps.

"Um?"

Yi Qian turned around and saw a young officer in military uniform appearing at the door. The officer held two box cannons in both hands and fired accurately at him.

Yi Qian reached out and pushed, opening up the golden light. After a fierce metal collision, a large number of flattened bullets clinked to the ground.

At the same time, footsteps sounded like rain outside the temple, and a large number of soldiers in blue military uniforms appeared at the door with guns in hand. The scene of a fight between two parties in the Taoist temple made them hesitate, not knowing what to do.

"Aim at those Taoist priests and fire, shoot, shoot them to death!"

The young officer Commander Zhang gave the order, then threw away the two empty box cannons in his hand, and took out a Browning pistol to shoot Yi Qian.

The soldiers were a little hesitant at first. After all, the scene in the Taoist temple was horrifying. If they were in another place, they would have to kneel down and call the gods. But the firearms in their hands gave them courage. They saw the commander fire the first shot, and the others The soldiers aimed at the Taoist priests in the temple and raised their guns to shoot.

The masters who originally tried their best to kill the woman in the red dress had to divert their energy when encountering such changes, and turned on the golden light spell to protect themselves against the dense rain of firearm attacks.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

A series of clashing sounds of gold and iron resounded, bullets flew randomly, and the Qingyun Temple, which was already in a mess, became even more dilapidated.

But with the help of the soldiers, the pressure on the woman in the red dress was greatly reduced. The paper man showed off his power and overwhelmed the talisman, and she regained the advantage in the battle.

"If the firepower doesn't stop, their Qi won't last long!" Commander Zhang shouted.

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The originally good situation was ruined by these soldiers, and Yi Qian immediately became furious: "You stinky Qiu Ba, you are seeking death!"

With a fierce swing of his sword, he slashed out a sword light several meters long, cutting seven or eight soldiers into two pieces. Immediately, he rushed to the army and killed them in all directions.

Zhang Yi, who was behind him, frowned when he saw this. They were fighting the talisman with the woman in the red skirt. Although they had the advantage, strictly speaking, they suffered the loss. After all, the talisman was much more precious than the paper man.

Rather than fighting with this devil here and wasting talismans, it is better to use the good steel on the blade and deal with the armies first, so as not to run out of talismans later and face those armies without any talismans.

After thinking about this, Zhang Yi said to the other four masters: "Brothers, please save some talismans and go to the other side to get some losers. Just leave them to me here."

Then he said to Yi Qian: "Old Yi, please cooperate with me to deal with that devil!"

The four high-ranking officials were old and experienced in the martial arts world. They understood the reason in an instant. Without saying much, they let go of their hands, and with golden light all over their bodies, they rushed to the army outside the Taoist temple.

Yi Qian stopped thinking about killing and rushed to the back of the woman in the red skirt with a sword. The two sides had a clear division of labor.

The other high-ranking officials were not the kind of people who were indecisive and naive. They rushed out of the Taoist temple and fought hand-to-hand with the soldiers in the street.

They were all wrapped in golden light and thunder magic, and various talismans rolled up the sky, which looked like heavenly officials descending to the earth.

For a while, the soldiers at the door were drowned by golden light and thunder fire one after another. Some were blown to pieces, and some were turned into charcoal. There were all kinds of death signs, and the stench filled the surroundings, which was extremely tragic.

At the same time,

In the temple, after losing four helpers, Zhang Yi and the red-skirted woman were at a disadvantage again. Just when the paper figures were rampant, Yi Qian held the magic sword and pointed it directly at the back of the red-skirted woman.

In order to enhance the power of the magic sword, Yi Qian also used thunder magic. A bright lightning flashed on the sword, winding upward like an electric snake, wrapping up the seven-star magic sword.

The magic sword surrounded by thunder was approaching the red-skirted woman. The red-skirted woman was fighting and could not dodge. She was about to be buried under the thunder sword. Two red lights flew out of her body.

The red light shrank rapidly and turned into two paper figures of the same size as ordinary people.

The two paper figures were wearing black robes, holding black swords, and covered with black cloth. Their facial features could not be seen, giving people a deep and terrifying feeling.

The two black-clothed paper figures spit out black light from the left and right, blocking Yi Qian's thunder sword, and fighting with Yi Qian.

The two black-clothed paper figures were the guardian gods of the Fajiao that the red-skirted woman summoned with the help of the paper figure decree. The principle was similar to the Onmyoji in Japan summoning Shikigami with the white paper decree.

As guardian gods summoned from the Fajiao Dharma lineage, these two black-clothed paper figures were far more powerful than the miscellaneous soldiers that Zhang Yi had just cleared. With their cooperation, they actually blocked Yi Qian and prevented him from making any progress.

This made Yi Qian furious. How could he, the abbot of Zhengyi Temple, be stumped by two paper figures?

He raised his palm and struck out with a palm thunder, knocking one of the black-clothed paper figures back and breaking the two people's pincer attack.

Then he shouted angrily, "Demon, die!" He flew forward, stabbed out with the seven-star magic sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy swept out with thunder, strangling a black-clothed paper figure in an instant, causing its true spirit to collapse and return to the Dharma lineage, while its body turned into dust and fell.

After solving one, the other one was not difficult. Yi Qian continued to kill another black-clothed paper man. The thunder sword swept past, and the paper man could not resist and was blown to ashes.

After killing the two paper man guardian gods who protected him, Yi Qian did not stop at all and stabbed the red-skirted woman's head with a sword.

Seeing that the tip of the sword surrounded by thunder was about to pierce the back of her head, the red-skirted woman who had been fighting with Zhang Yi and others suddenly turned her head 180 degrees and swallowed a strange talisman with black words on white paper. The talisman turned into a black light and covered Yi Qian's magic sword.

The magic sword was blocked by the talisman. Yi Qian exerted force on his hand and wanted to pierce through the black light, but found that no matter what, he could not move forward.

"The sky thunder is faint, the water thunder waves are rolling, command!"

The red skirt woman spoke again, and a series of dark arcs of light came out of her mouth, as silent as ink soaking into things, entwining Yi Qian's magic sword and winding all the way up. Wherever she passed, the sword Qi dissipated, the Yang thunder extinguished, and even the shining magic sword blade became a little dim.

"It's actually dirty water thunder, and the cultivation is not low."

Yi Qian recognized the details of the other party's means at a glance, but he was not surprised. The other party was a high-level master of the Tianshi Mansion in the past. The Tianshi Mansion's thunder method would pass on to disciples with false names, as well as some high-level masters with sufficient qualifications.

The other party was a disciple of the Tianshi, and had a very high attainment in talismans, so she was naturally qualified to teach thunder methods. However, the woman, who was not as yang as the man, could only learn the Yin Five Thunders regardless of whether she was broken or not.

Seeing the red skirt woman spit out more Yin thunders, wrapped like asphalt, Yi Qian knew that the situation was irreversible and immediately pulled away.

The Yin thunder hit the ground without hitting anything. Its powerful properties evaporated all the surrounding water vapor, and the floor tiles of the Taoist temple cracked and turned into powder.

Because the woman in red skirt was distracted by dealing with Yi Qian, Zhang Yi's talisman took the upper hand again, overwhelming her and pressing down on her, making a noise like a huge wave.

It was too late to resist at this time. Seeing that she was about to be hit, the woman in red skirt suddenly stepped on several paper figures and flew into the air to avoid it.

"Boom!"

The talisman hit the ground firmly, and the front yard, which was already in a mess, was completely shattered. The broken floor tiles swept around like a stormy wave, and pierced the roof and brick walls of the Taoist temple like stray bullets.

"She can't bear it anymore. She can't use the power in the air. The paper figures under her feet have limited mobility. Take advantage of her illness to kill her and kill her!"

Yi Qian shouted angrily, and then slapped several palms in a row. The blazing palm thunder was swallowed out one after another, pointing directly at the woman in red skirt in the air.

Zhang Yi, who was standing by, was not idle either. Without saying a word, he raised the peach wood sword in his hand. From the talisman above his head, a flying sword demon-killing talisman flew out and stuck to the peach wood sword. Then, several five-thunder talismans flew out and also stuck to the peach wood sword.

"What are you doing..." Yi Qian looked at the peach wood sword in Zhang Yi's hand, which was tightly wrapped in talismans, and inexplicably remembered the attack on his senior brother Zhang Jingqing.

Yi Qian slapped the peach wood sword, and the peach wood sword flew up and hung horizontally in the air, with the tip of the sword pointed at the woman in the red skirt.

"Demon-killing!"

As soon as the order was issued, the peach wood sword turned into a flowing divine light, and shot out with a heavy momentum.

The red-skirted woman frowned, feeling the threat, stepped on the paper man and flew into the air, while forming a seal with her hands, and countless fine black thunder burst out from under her feet, spreading like a dark cloud.

And the peach wood sword that was rushing over was like a startling wild goose in the sky, with a dazzling divine light, and fiercely bombarded the thunder.

In an instant, the dark cloud-like thunder was pierced by the flying thunder sword, and slowly collapsed and dissipated.

Zhang Yi squinted at this scene. He still remembered the scene when he was meditating in the chapel room and a sword with lightning flew past his scalp.

If we talk about who knows the power of this move best, if the senior brother is the first, then he is the second.

"Although the power is not as good as the original, it is also considerable." Zhang Yi said to himself.

Zhang Zhiwei's Flying Thunder Sword actually suppresses the characteristics of thunder magic with extremely strong control, and then adds them to the magic sword one by one, and when it reaches a certain level, it suddenly explodes.

However, Zhang Yi's control over thunder magic is insufficient, and he can't do this step. He can only settle for the next best thing and use the Five Thunder Talisman instead. However, even if it is a weakened version, the power is still very strong.

The Yin thunder in the sky dissipated, and the woman in the red skirt fell from the sky. She was severely injured by this sword. The red skirt was broken, and her right arm was bloody and fleshy, and the white bones were exposed.

"I like this body very much!"

The woman in the red skirt looked at her horrible arm expressionlessly.

This body has been suppressed with her for a hundred years, and it has been nourished by Qi day and night. It has long been extraordinary. Even so, one of its hands was blown off.

"It's really in the way!"

The woman in the red skirt grabbed her right arm with her left hand and pulled it hard, just like pulling a skewer, pulling off all the broken flesh on her right arm.

She moved her bone claws back and forth, and Zhang Yi looked at the scene in surprise. It can still move? It was simply horrifying.

Suddenly, behind him, two palm-sized paper figures attacked his back silently.

At this moment, Yi Qian moved, and a sharp sword light flashed, sweeping away the two paper figures.

"Be careful!" Yi Qian reminded.

Zhang Yi was refreshed and said, "You are close and I am far away, take her down!"

Then, the two sides fought fiercely again. During the fight, the woman in the red skirt looked at the Sanqing Temple from a distance.

The Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple were manipulated by her and fell into a nightmare.

She could feel that someone was gradually disintegrating her methods.

"Die in a dream!"

She stretched out her bone palm and gently grabbed, and the people in Qingyun Temple who were in deep sleep, all showed pain on their originally calm faces.

Seeing this, Zhang Huaiyi exclaimed: "Brother, this... what's going on?"