Chapter 613 Tonggui Ridge (XI)

Bro also swiped his right hand, and a silver plate of moonlight, like a rotating full moon, cut towards the neck of another person with a sharp whistle.

The monks on the left and right who attacked Broro at the same time should be from the same sect. They wore the same clothes, and even when they lost their minds, they still cooperated very well.

Obviously, this sense of attack and defense has long been deeply rooted in the blood of the two.

The sturdy monk on the right roared, and the huge pestle in his hand suddenly stood up. With a "clang" sound, the sharp edge of the flying silver plate of moonlight had cut on it.

During the continuous rotation, a series of sparks burst out from the pestle, and then a sound that made people's teeth ache was heard, and the upper end of the pestle was cut off a small part, split into two.

The longer part below was still firmly grasped by the sturdy monk. He hurriedly shrank his neck and hid his head, and avoided the silver plate of moonlight that cut towards his neck at the critical moment.

The slender monk on the left side flung out two red talismans in his hand. The talismans also grew in size in the wind. One of them became the size of a door panel and collided with the gold brick.

With a "bang", a dazzling red and white light burst out between him and Bro, making the nearby monks dizzy.

Another red talisman turned into a red hill and hit Bro's face. Before the talisman reached him, Bro felt a tingling heat all over his body and his skin trembled.

"Fire poison!"

Bro was shocked. The monk on the left was a cultivator who was good at talisman attacks. These two talismans, with only one, could resist his "Dragon Falling Brick" and he was not at all inferior.

This shows that this talisman is not only of good rank, but the opponent still estimated the attack power of his "Dragon Falling Brick" by instinct even though he lost his mind.

The talisman that hit him arrived in an instant and covered him head-on. The space around Bro was already making a "crackling" sound, as if the space would shatter at any time.

Bro could imagine that if he was hit by this talisman, he would be crushed into a ball of meat in an instant.

Moreover, there was a "fire poison" refined in this talisman. If he took it head-on, even if he was holding a magic weapon, his heart meridian might be invaded and poisoned, and then his internal organs would be burned to ashes.

He couldn't retreat to avoid it either. The area of ​​the talisman had turned into a big wall, and it would definitely follow him like a shadow.

Everything happened in an instant. Bro's mind turned quickly, and his body rushed to the front of the sturdy monk on the right side. The monk was just repelled and there was a gap.

Seeing the sturdy monk shrinking his head and hiding his neck, Bro's moonlight silver plate passed by, and there was no way he could stop Bro. The monks fought so quickly that Bro had already rushed over as soon as he thought of it.

Bro wanted to take this opportunity to distance himself from the two and escape from the encirclement, but at the moment Bro rushed out, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

A frightening breath of death spread throughout his body in an instant. Bro felt cold all over and didn't know what happened in an instant.

As he rushed out, his shoulders shook instinctively, and a bamboo branch suddenly emerged from the mouth of the bamboo basket behind him. The bamboo branch was shining with green light, and it was straight all over. There were three green bamboo leaves on the top of the bamboo branch, two large and one small.

Circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out from the three green bamboo leaves, and Bro was immediately covered by it under the entire bamboo branch, and the whole person was covered with a layer of green gauze.

At the same time, a yellow light flashed under Bro's feet, and a torn oilcloth appeared under his feet. Bro's body, which had already thrown out and could not be retracted, was suddenly pulled to the left by the torn oilcloth under his feet.

Bro's body was tilted, as if he was about to fall, and the whole person was pulled horizontally and stood up diagonally, except for the sturdy monk on the right who did not stand up.

When the slender monk on the left collided with Bro's "Dragon Brick" due to the first talisman, his body swayed and left a gap of half a person's width.

Bro was instantly pulled into the gap on the left and quickly moved away from the monk on the right. Only two sounds of "Puff! Bang!" were heard, and Bro groaned.

Before the slender monk on the left could react, he just passed by him quickly, and his body was carried away more than 30 feet by the torn oilcloth.

When Bro stabilized his body again, his face was a little pale. If he had not reacted half a second faster just now, it is estimated that his body and head would have been separated by now.

Just below his left ear, there was a blood hole on his face, which was "gurgling" with blood, and the white tooth sockets could be vaguely seen inside.

At this moment, just where he had just taken a step to the right, a black crow was staring at Bro with a pair of sinister eyes.

The tip of its pointed beak was still dripping with blood, and as its throat moved, it seemed that a large piece of flesh and blood had been swallowed by it.

Bro ignored the severe pain on his face, and was shocked by the cooperation of the two insane monks.

His attack just now seemed to be a sudden and sudden attack, but he was still calculated by the other party.

Bro saw the moonlight disc cut off a section of the pestle in the hand of the sturdy monk on the right. That was not cut off by him, but it was clearly done intentionally by the other party.

The man's pestle was made by some unknown method, and it had been refined and integrated with his monster. The black crow was the small section at the top of the pestle.

After being hit by him, he pretended to be cut off and flew into the air. This was normal in the eyes of any cultivator. It was just a small "cut" piece of pestle.

This was normal in a fight.

It was the same when a treasure was destroyed or exploded. The direction of the pestle when it rotated and fell was exactly in the direction of Bro, so Bro naturally didn't care.

Moreover, at this time, the monk Fu Lu on the left also attacked. No one would be willing to face the power of Fu Lu directly, so Bro focused most of his attention on his left side.

Being attacked by both sides, Bro naturally wanted to rush out from the gap in the right front where he was repelled. Anyone would think that this was the best route to choose.

Bro also made such a choice, but at the last moment, the super intuition that he had honed on the edge of death after being beaten by Zuo Qiudan with a lot of magic in the "Northern Demon Tower" saved him.

As soon as his body rushed out, Bro felt a fierce attack on his head. At the critical moment, Bro's flying body could no longer be retracted.

He had to desperately raise the bamboo branches from the bamboo basket to protect his body. At the same time, the damaged oilcloth that had not been used before also flashed out.

Li Yan was also very jealous of this torn oilcloth. Although its speed was slower than that of "Piercing Cloud Willow", it was not comparable to "Piercing Cloud Willow" in terms of flexible turning in a small range.

It could make a rapid detour at a very small and tricky angle.

The moment the torn oilcloth appeared, it made a very fast and small turn. This turn was made when Bro's body had already rushed out. It was something that a cultivator could not reverse by relying on his own strength, but the torn oilcloth did it.

In a split second, Bro turned to another direction with Bro, and Bro also unloaded most of the power of the black crow's attack.

However, because the opponent's attack had reached the surface of his body, Bro's face was pecked off a large piece of flesh and blood. Just when the black crow was about to take the opportunity to attack again, the green ripples emitted from the bamboo branches behind Bro finally covered Bro's whole body.

So, the black crow pecked at the layer of green gauze with a "bang!" sound, which made Bro's head buzz. He was about to faint, but he managed to hold on.

The cooperation between the two South Sea monks was almost perfect, which shows that when they were awake, they often did this kind of cooperation before, otherwise they would not be so handy.

"White-eyed corpse crow!"

After Bro saw the black crow clearly, he shook his dizzy head and exclaimed in a low voice with some horror.

"White-eyed corpse crow" is also close to the top 200 in the monster rankings. Although it is already outside the top 100, what kind of monsters are within the top 100? They are almost all ancient or even ancient monsters that have already disappeared in the mortal world.

So even if it is ranked close to the top 200, it is still a very powerful existence. It is rare in the Desolate Moon Continent. It likes cold and is poisonous.

Bro had heard of this kind of monster before.

It had appeared in the extremely cold land in the northwest of the Wild Moon Continent. Wherever it appeared, it was often accompanied by a large number of zombies.

The "White-eyed Corpse Crow" likes to hunt zombies for food. It often uses its sharp claws and beak to cut open the chest and abdomen of zombies, and then drills into those colorful things, or uses the zombie's body as a nest.

After slowly devouring a zombie from the inside out, it will look for another zombie's flesh body as a nest. It rarely goes out in its life. It is either looking for zombies or devouring zombies, so few people see it.

I didn't expect that this monk from the South China Sea would actually have this kind of monster as a companion, and he had already integrated it with the magic weapon in his hand to such a degree of fit.

But when Bro looked at it again, the monk holding the blue-black pestle had raised his head again.

But at this time, Bro looked at the pestle in his hand again, and it looked like a thigh bone from a zombie. At once, he understood many things.

The two cultivators did not give Bro a chance to escape. They just paused and rushed forward again.

Among the group of demon cultivators a few miles behind them, one demon cultivator uttered a "hehe" sound.

"That bamboo basket is really a good treasure. The rags, bamboo branches, and the magic weapon that appeared earlier are all good things of extraordinary grade. I will definitely take this kid!"

The other demon cultivators next to this demon cultivator also showed greed and cruelty in their eyes, but after hesitating for a while, they finally turned their heads to other places.

They had already agreed that the cultivator they targeted first would be theirs, and other demon cultivators could not intervene unless the demon cultivator gave up voluntarily or died.

So the other demon cultivators could only be dissatisfied in their hearts, but they were helpless at this time. This matter could only rely on luck, and they could not rob Bro as their goal.

Just as Wu Ye and Bro were fighting fiercely, the others also joined the enemy one after another.

Tao Yishan, from a third-rate small sect under the jurisdiction of Shibuyuan, is as notorious as Tao Yishan himself.

Tao Yishan is the leader of this sect and the hope of this sect. The only supreme elder is already very old and is not far from the deadline of 200 years of foundation building.

Tao Yishan succeeded in foundation building at the age of 50, entered the middle stage of foundation building at the age of 80, entered the late stage of foundation building at the age of 112, reached the great perfection of foundation building at the age of 120, and entered the false elixir at the age of 134.

As time went by, his cultivation became more and more smooth, which made the whole sect full of hope for him. With more than 60 years of cultivation time, maybe their leader can enter the legendary golden elixir.

By then, they can lead them into the ranks of second-rate sects. Although there are less than 30 people in the entire sect, this is also the greatest wish of the elders and leaders of this small sect.