Chapter 125 Melee

The night was as dark as thick ink, and the snow was falling a lot heavier. The Qi on the snow was constantly fluctuating.

He Miaocong's long sword had already left his body, and he was looking at the man with tied hair from a distance, while Zhang Chongjing on the side was looking at the mysterious man wrapped in a black robe and motionless.

"Don't look at me, I'm not interested in you, Taoist priest..." The man with tied hair moved his feet and stood opposite Zhang Chongjing.

There was almost no one else in his eyes, just staring at Zhang Chongjing silently, as if the two had some old grudges. But Zhang Chongjing didn't care. It didn't matter who he fought with, it was just a different opponent, a small problem.

On the other side, Lin Yiyan performed Qinggong, tapped his toes to catch up with Bu Xiu, and two talismans fell, stopping Bu Xiu who wanted to slip away.

"Why are you in a hurry to leave? I didn't have enough fun last time!" Lin Yiyan said, pinching his fingers, and the Qi condensed into talismans, and smashed them all at Bu Xiu.

This is targeting me, haha, then play with you. Bu Xiu thought indifferently. He had been studying in different countries with his master since he was five years old. Of course, he had also been to Maoshan. It was obviously a lie to say that he knew all the talismans, but he still knew 50% to 60%. Lin Yiyan knew very little about his own ninjutsu.

As one side gained and the other lost, he was not very worried. He threw a few darts in his hand and intersected with the talismans, and the true energy burst into waves.

"Baga, you really want to kill me!" Bu Xiu was shocked. He just wanted to draw his sword, but fortunately he was careful.

"Kill you? Why should I stop you if I don't kill you? Could it be that old friends are reminiscing about the past? You are so rude! Hahaha." Lin Yiyan jumped onto a tree and mocked, pinching his fingers one after another, and a piece of illusory talisman slowly took shape around him.

"Nine-character mantra, one is called Lin."

The talisman gradually took shape, and dense talismans flew towards Bu Xiu in a black mass.

"Spell, fire butterfly." Bu Xiu's hands kept moving, and butterflies appeared out of thin air, flapping their wings to block the talismans on their faces.

"Escape", when the aftermath of the true qi dissipated, the true qi on Bu Xiu's body disappeared, and the whole person disappeared on the spot, without a trace.

Lin Yiyan chuckled disdainfully, "It's just a trick, it's nothing more than learning the hidden method of the Nanhai School. The nine-character mantra says: soldiers, and says: all."

Seven small paper figures appeared around Lin Yiyan, and the talismans that appeared out of thin air wrapped around the paper figures, forming a figure that looked exactly like Lin Yiyan. Lin Yiyan and the figure squatted down at the same time, pressed their palms on the ground, and the true qi extended out, and mysterious symbols appeared on the ground, spreading to the surroundings.

"Found you!" The seven figures around him disappeared at the same time, and Lin Yiyan's hand gestures changed, and the scattered small talismans turned into four huge talismans, with a big word clearly written on them: trapped.

"Ye: Formation!"

Four talismans connected and flew towards a big tree, trying to hold the tree like a cage. At this time, Lin Yiyan seemed to sense something, and his expression changed slightly, "Lin!"

A talisman gathered around him and rotated around Lin Yiyan. After a crackling sound, dozens of cut and scattered insects appeared on the ground.

Taking advantage of Lin Yiyan's distraction, Bu Xiu showed up, got out of the cage with a few jumps, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and reached his hand to touch his waist.

"Master Fazhi, take care of your opponent. If he hadn't taken action, I might have killed that ninja." Regardless of etiquette, Lin Yiyan shouted at Fazhi angrily.

Fazhi, who was just getting tired of Lao Gu, was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "God is merciful. I didn't want to kill you, but you are stubborn and want to kill you. You are really bullying my compassion..."

"But you don't know that people who practice Buddhism can also be angry?"

After the words fell, Fazhi's chest bulged high, and complex Sanskrit appeared on his hands, face and even bald head exposed outside his clothes.

"Roar!"

Lao Gu didn't have time to react, and he and more than a dozen big trees behind him were shaken into crisp pieces and fell to the ground by a roar.

But the strange thing is that there was not even a drop of blood on the fragments that fell to the ground. Fazhi didn't think he had such skills. It was estimated that Baoshu was the only one in the whole Lantuo Temple who could achieve such skills.

So Fazhi was not happy, but frowned, "Controlling corpses? It's really against human ethics!"

With his hands clasped together, the Sanskrit on his body became more and more obvious, and a three-headed and six-armed Dharma image appeared faintly behind him, shouting angrily, "Let me save you, the evil thief!"

"Lion's roar, Asura image! Damn, I have provoked those ruthless and desireless stones, probably disciples of Baoshu, damn!" In a tree far away, the old Gu, who was wrapped in white gauze, cursed in his heart, grabbed with both hands, and lifted the air in front of him like a shadow play.

In the snow not far from Fazhi, with the action of the old Gu, two figures broke out of the ground. One was holding a spear in his hand, and the other was empty-handed. The two figures rushed towards Fazhi from the left and right.

On the tree, Fazhi was not in a hurry. The left side of the Dharma image condensed a sword to block the corpse with a spear, and the right hand tightly grasped the demon-subduing pestle and smashed it down, and the empty-handed corpse flew back.

But the corpse seemed to have not suffered any damage, and still rushed forward fearlessly. The arms on the Dharma image kept swinging, blocking the attacks from different angles of the two corpses, and Fazhi's eyes flashed with golden light, and he kept chanting mantras, and the magic formulas on his hands changed.

"Heavenly eyes and heavenly ears."

Asura's Dharma image was covered with Sanskrit, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, looking around with golden light.

At this time, Fazhi could see almost any tiny changes within a few miles, even the patterns on the wings of insects were clear. At the same time, the tiny sounds within a few miles also fell into Fazhi's ears without any difference, even the breathing sounds of several people could not be avoided.

In the distance, Lao Gu knew the horror of the Five Eyes and Six Passes, and he grabbed at the corpses at high speed, and dense insects flew out of the two corpses. At the same time, the empty-handed corpse took a step back and shouted to Bu Xiu next to him, "Bu Xiu, what are you waiting for?"

Bu Xiu heard Lao Gu's voice, and without hesitation, he took out a dozen round paper balls from behind and threw them into the sky. The balls exploded directly when they rose to a certain height, and a burst of white mist spread from the air as the balls exploded.

"Good idea!" Fazhi sighed lightly, and his eyes gradually closed. His clairvoyance and clairaudience were all ineffective, so he could only try to grab a corpse to perform his telepathy.

Thinking of this, Fazhi no longer held back, and different weapons appeared on the six hands of Asura's clairvoyance, hitting the two corpses and making them retreat continuously.

As the white mist rose, Zhang Chongjing and He Miaocong could not see the situation in the mist clearly, so they could only turn their heads and stare at the two people in front of them. He Miaocong held the sword flat and nodded gently to Zhang Chongjing. Zhang Chongjing did not respond, but he already knew the meaning.

He looked up at the man with tied hair on the tree in front of him, tapped his feet lightly, and appeared dozens of steps away in the performance of Qinggong. The man with tied hair followed him without saying a word, leaving only He Miaocong still confronting the man in black robe.

But He Miaocong didn't want to wait any longer, and the sword flashed from bottom to top, and the sword flashed like lightning, cutting the black robe in half, but unfortunately the man in the black robe was gone.

"A hoax? It shouldn't be, I can clearly feel the subtle movements in the black robe, which is not something a fake person can have?"

"Could it be a bug again?"