Holy Bone

Chapter 447
After "Old Man Jiufeng" stood up, he looked around the layout of the room with sharp eyes like a falcon.

Click.

Click.

Old man Jiufeng turned his head, and there was a piercing sound of bones rubbing against his neck, as if his dead body was moving again.

"you……"

"Are you a human or a ghost! Could it be Mr. Jiufeng, you...haven't died yet!"

There were a few people around Mr. Yan, who stammered and shouted nervously as they watched the dead and revived old man.

No wonder they ask that.

The current old man Jiufeng doesn't have the yin aura of cheating corpses at all. Instead, he is mighty, majestic, with a straight waist, which brings a great sense of oppression.

Especially those eyes, when they looked at each other, there was an absurd illusion that they didn't dare to fight head-on, probably because the opponent was too powerful.

His body seemed to carry the aura of an upright Ding Jiayang god, and his arrogance was blazing.

It is also like a heavy saber with a sharp blade, showing its sharpness.

Hearing the voice, old man Jiufeng finally turned his head to stare at the group of people in front of him. At this moment, Fengshui master Ning Chengqing, who had been terrified outside the house before, ran over in a panic and shouted: "Be careful!" ! This is the other party coming to seek revenge! An out-of-body master has taken up Mr. Jiufeng's empty shell, and is using his corpse to revive his soul!"

"Master Yan, now is the best time to kill this person. He borrowed the corpse to revive his soul, and he is also creating a prison for himself. The spirit is trapped in the corpse. As long as we seal the corpse, he will never be able to escape!"

The Feng Shui master hadn't finished shouting, the battle was imminent, and neither side had any extra nonsense.

The first one to attack was the monk who was holding the tantric magic stick. The tantric stick covered with a layer of gold in his hand exploded the golden light of lifting and falling demons, waved a howling wind, and smashed the stick at the head of old man Jiufeng.

Faced with the falling demon golden light, old man Jiufeng remained expressionless. He was not afraid of the magic spell engraved on the tantric stick, and the resurrected corpse advanced instead of retreating, striding forward to kill it.

Yanghuo is like wind, and wind and fire are like fire.

At this moment, everyone present was shocked by the bravery of old man Jiufeng.

Others are possessed by ghosts, and the corpse is full of ghosts and winds, but the scene in front of them is not playing cards according to common sense, and the opponent's aura is like a scorching sun.

Some people are worse than a dead person alive!
And the yang energy of this person in front of him is more like a living person than a living person!

It's unbelievable!
The tantric stick in the monk's hand arrived before Old Man Jiufeng's fist, and old man Jiufeng changed his fist into a palm to block the tantric stick, boom!
The tantric stick split the air, and the violent airflow brought by the rapid speed burned the tail of the stick red and hot. A pair of dead green skinned palms caught the tantric stick. The moment the sticks met, a circle of dust exploded in the void.

Bang, bang, the huge force on the tantric stick smashed the soles of old man Jiufeng's feet into the ground a few inches deep, and the earth and rock near the soles of the feet cracked like a spider's web.

Kacha, the sound of bone cracking came from the palm of the hand that caught the tantric stick.

But a broken bone has no effect on a dead person, and an injury of this degree cannot harm him.

Seeing the old man Jiufeng who was able to catch his tantric stick with his bare hands, the monk's expression changed.

Is this still a dead man with a upper body?

You must know that this is a tantric stick engraved with Sakyamuni's exorcism spell. No corpse can bear the masculine Buddhist power on the tantric stick. nemesis.

However, the deceitful old man Jiufeng who had been revived by someone in front of him seemed not to be affected by the magic spell on the tantric stick at all, which almost reduced the lethality of the tantric stick by half.

"I don't care whether you are a human being or a corpse, whether you are a master of soul or a lonely ghost. Since you use the corpse to return your soul, you are a demon in my eyes. As long as you are the head of a demon, you will be under the control of my esoteric magic stick!"

The monk's eyes were sharp, and the golden light of the tantric stick in his hand became more and more intense, and the tantric stick swept across, boom!

A circle of fiery flames exploded. This move was so powerful that the whole room shook violently, and the air was scorched dry and hot.

The old man Jiufeng didn't dodge this time, and he didn't talk nonsense, he used his palm as a knife, and slammed towards the flame tantric stick with no expression on his face.

Going to be tough.

boom!
The monk felt a sharp pain in his mouth, and the tantric stick in his hand almost lost his grip and fell to the ground. His pupils shrank suddenly. The opponent was definitely a master of swordsmanship. The weakest point of his tantric stick.

The monk wanted to withdraw the esoteric stick in his hand and continue to sweep old man Jiufeng, but found that the tantric stick did not move at all, it turned out that it was tightly bound by the palm of old man Jiufeng.

There is a saying that hitting a snake and hitting seven inches.

After hitting Qicun, he continued to pursue the victory with all his strength.

After the old man Jiufeng grabbed the tantric stick in the monk's hand, he leaned close to him. With the other free hand, he clasped five fingers into a fist. The wind of the punch seemed to make a sound explosion, and the punch suddenly hit the monk.

The momentum is like a dragon and a tiger.

Go all the way.

The style of play is fierce and domineering.

"You!" It doesn't matter that the other party is not afraid of the exorcism spell on the tantric stick, even the physical power behind the soul exploded to a terrifying level, the pupils of the monk shrank again, he couldn't understand how the other party did this.

Of course he didn't understand that the Six Ding Liujia Talisman ordered the old man Jiufeng to have divine help!

Before he had time to think, the monk hastily punched back with his left hand.

Boom!

Boom!

The two hit each other's chests, which was a desperate way of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Click!

There were two bone cracks, and the chests of the monk and the old man Jiufeng were dented by each other's punches.

"what!"

The severe pain of the collapsed sternum made the monk cry out in pain, and the Tiger Beng fist burst out with a fierce and domineering explosive force, which not only broke the monk's ribs with one punch, but also injured his heart and lungs.

puff!
The monk spat out a big mouthful of blood on the spot, he could no longer hold the tantric stick and flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing through a dirt wall, and fell to the ground with unknown life or death.

Even though old man Jiufeng exchanged wounds for wounds, and his sternum collapsed, these flesh wounds did not pose any threat to the dead who had no sense of pain at all.

The old man Jiufeng was still holding the Tantric stick in his hand, boom, the Tantric stick in his hand hit the ground heavily, sinking into the ground a foot deep.

He stood there with a tantric stick, and he felt a sense of oppression from his body.

Just when the monk was just defeated, that Lord Yan finally couldn't help but shoot. He bent his bow and set an arrow with amazing arm strength. Ring, hold the arrow feathers, whoosh!

The arrows were so fast that the phantom could not be seen clearly.

such a short distance.

The arrow arrived in an instant.

Old Man Jiufeng's eyes were cold, he used the Tantric stick in his hand to block the bow and arrow, clang!
The arrow collided with the Tantric stick, and there was a sound of gold and iron colliding, and dazzling sparks shot out. The arrow was so powerful that Old Man Jiufeng's tiger's mouth was shattered.

However, old man Jiufeng was already dead, and there was not much blood from his tiger's wound.

(End of this chapter)