Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 35

Although these strange monkeys looked like living creatures, when they shot towards the roof, their soles stepped on the ground, and the layer of water on the ground was not splashed at all.

Obviously the kind of ghosts that don't have entities.

Guan Luoyang leaned forward fiercely, and snatched the ancient knife from Zhao Qianniu's body first.

Wa Qing has been watching his movements closely, and when his shoulder just moved, he has already shot the iron stick in his hand.

But he didn't expect that Guan Luoyang's step and grab could be so fast. The speed of his body movement was almost as fast as the iron sticks that flew out.

The three iron sticks that hit their original positions were shot empty, and the remaining five were all swept away by him turning around with a knife.

The strange monkey pierced through the reflected sharp iron sticks, and the body surface was not injured at all, but then a long knife with dark green patterns slashed, cut open the blue-gray body, and immediately evoked a sharp sound of tearing eardrums. Call.

The strange monkey that had been cut by this knife exploded into a billowing cloud of blue smoke on the spot.

The rest of the strange monkeys didn't know how to be afraid, and still rushed to bite them one after another. The entire roof of the large lobby seemed to be occupied by the figures of these strange monkeys.

But Guan Luoyang swung his saber so fast, how could these strange monkeys be able to match it, he slashed left and right, swung around, and the wind and shadow of the knife almost made his whole body blur. All the strange monkeys who approached were all captured The magic knife cuts off.

Some were directly chopped from the head to the torso, and the smoke dissipated on the spot. If some were only cut off from the limbs, or were whipped out, they would recover from their injuries and pounce back while the smoke surged.

In the forest of the Nanyang River Valley, there are places where there are more monkeys than humans. Monkey officer Tang Zhi mastered this magic technique, which uses monkey ghosts to harm people, although every monkey ghost is no better than a real monkey. There are too many, but the victory lies in the amazing number.

After Guan Luoyang was surrounded, within a short period of time, there was an illusion that there were no fewer strange monkeys around him no matter how he killed them, and the blue-gray monkey shadows jumped in the shadows, surging endlessly.

Master Luo clenched his four-edged short stick tightly, and fixed his eyes on Guan Luoyang, but after a shudder of slack skin, he still chose to kill their real target first.

call! ! !
He tilted his body, like a huge gray bat, gliding out towards the backyard.

Qiu Di was wielding the dharma sword to deal with the monkey ghost, when he raised his eyes to see this scene, with a flick of his sleeve, a small triangular flag shot out.

This command flag, the flagpole is made of fine steel, seven inches long and short, the chopsticks are thick and thin, and covered with cinnabar patterns.

The flag is small and exquisite, one side is yellow, with the word "ding" written on it, and the other side is green, with the word "ying" written on it.

The magic weapon of Zhenwu Temple, which shoots the arresting flag!
The command flag was shot right at Master Luo's shadow and nailed into the ground.

Master Luo was in mid-air, feeling a restraining force squeezed over, he hit the dantian with the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, and softly shouted: "Shell!"

The figure of a huge bat in the sky splits into two.

The large robe seemed to be frozen, suspended in mid-air.

Master Luo himself was already holding a short stick, and flew down to the edge of Qiushi's lamplight.

Qiu Shi narrowed his eyes, and flicked the lantern in his left hand.

The light and shadow blurred, and there were two identical figures walking out of Qiushi's body, one facing left and the other facing right, both with lanterns and swords.

The three Taoist priests drew their swords at the same time.

Wudang's famous "Seven Star Magic Lantern Curse" swordsmanship is a combination of martial arts and martial arts.

At that time, Guo Xingye regained Jiangnan, the main line of Wudang in the north, and wanted to move to Wudang in Quanzhou in the south. He was chased by 72 elite soldiers, and [-] swordsmen from Wudang used the Seven-Star Magic Lantern Curse to split into hundreds of figures. For an hour, retreat calmly.

The enemy army lost more than [-] people, and all men and horses died.

Even though Qiushi has only practiced this spell to the third level, it is enough to reveal his invincible edge.

Faced with this sword, Master Luo only shook his short stick in his hand, and the four-edged wooden stick unexpectedly unfolded into a huge folding fan with a "shua".

This fan, with its bones more than three feet long, is not an elegant object used by literati at all. It is a large ornament that people in the south of the Yangtze River unfolded and put in the lobby all year round for guests to appreciate the calligraphy and pictures on the fan.

But this kind of ornamental object was moved out of Master Luo's hands, and when he pressed his wrists, it was as fierce and brutal as if a huge boulder fell on his head, and he forced back the three sword lights with the fan.

Boom! ! !
The long sword in Qiu Shi's hand was broken, and the two phantoms disappeared at the same time, but his two juniors were beside him, so they couldn't back down, so they had to take the broken sword and the lantern to fight forward together.

With a twist of Master Luo's wrist, the huge folding fan turned sideways, causing the broken sword and lantern to swing to one side, and the edge of the fan stood upright like a sharp axe, and was pushed forward quickly.

Qiu Shi couldn't avoid it, and was about to be ripped open by the fan, when suddenly two more swords pierced him from the side.

A sword was pierced into the crack of the fan bone, and the fan was stuck, and the sword was held by the one-armed Qiuhua.

The other sword went straight to Luo Shiye's vitals, which Qiudi must save when attacking the enemy.

With only one hand, Master Luo clamped the tip of Qiudi's sword, with his fingers staggered, he divided the stabbing long sword into several pieces, and shot it back tremblingly.

Qiu Di hurriedly retreated to dodge, but was still pierced through his left shoulder by a broken sword.

The huge folding fan flipped with only the strength of the right wrist, and snatched Qiuhua's sword away.

But Qiushi had already got his chance, grabbing the belts of his two juniors, leaped forward, and dodged the large fan that swept across the air.

Master Luo missed the cut, and the fans folded into a stick, and he slid down and chased after him, hitting Qiu Shi's back.

Halfway through the folding fan, Master Luo suddenly shook his wrist and quickly retracted it, blocking it against his ear.

Snapped! ! ! !

A bronze mirror hit the folding fan he folded. The iron and wood fan bones were cracked by the mirror. The edge of the bronze mirror was completely deformed and fell to the ground.

Master Luo's hand holding the fan was slightly numb, and he turned his head to look at the roof, only to see a figure on the roof being thrown towards him, causing a large handful of muddy water splashes in the backyard.

It was Wa Qing, his left hand was empty, his right hand was deformed and attached to his abdomen, and the iron sticks caught between his right fingers were shot backwards into his stomach by the whip just now.

A small part of the roof collapsed, Tang Zhi fell into the hole, and all the blue smoke surged towards the hole.

When the smoke cleared, there was no one on the roof! !
Master Luo lowered his eyes in surprise, just in time to catch a glimpse of a bluish-white saber light coming out of the rear window of the lobby.

The folding fan pulled out the sword, and the figure who smashed the window came before him.

Guan Luoyang pressed the folding fan with one hand, and his right elbow hit his chest. The accumulated water burst and the ground sunken. The force spread from the bottom of his feet to his upper body. With this elbow shake, he could smash a rock as tall as a person.

Master Luo was hit by this elbow, and the person flew out and hit the back wall, but the sound was wrong. Looking carefully, it was a scarecrow.

In front of Qiushi's eyes, the smoke twisted, and the old man appeared, with a dry and thin palm, slashing towards his throat.

Qiu Mu, whose intestines were broken, was held by Qiu Shi in his hand. At this moment, he raised his head suddenly, and sprayed a mouthful of black blood on Master Luo's face.

Master Luo's hand slashed Qiushi's neck following inertia, knocking him out, but he had already lost nine points of his strength because of the dizziness that suddenly pierced into his mind.

Qiu Mu's disembowelled injury was cut by Master Luo's folding fan, which was poisonous.

The poisonous blood sprayed on Master Luo's face, and penetrated directly from his eyeballs. The eyeballs were covered with blood, protruding slightly, and the eye sockets were swollen, which was extremely frightening.

He wailed, guessing the direction where Qiushi fell, and pulled his hand into his bosom, as if he wanted to throw something towards Qiushi.

Guan Luoyang's body was like a leaping horse, he chased him with a punch, with a soft force, the fist swung like a cloth hammer, and hit Master Luo on the forehead.

Master Luo's thin body shook, and he fell into the sewage.

The eyeballs splashed with poisonous blood remained open after falling into the water.

wow-

Guan Luoyang pulled him out of the water with one hand, breathed out, and shook his head at the others.

The old man seemed to be the leader, and Guan Luoyang wanted to keep him alive, but the poisonous blood seemed to be too poisonous, and it directly entered the brain from the eyes, which had already poisoned him to death.

"Qiudi, why are you and this dear friend coming here, master and uncle?"

"them……"

"I'm afraid they're going to be in trouble too."

………………

Tens of miles away, on the small road at the foot of the mountain, several sedan chairs and dozens of corpses in soldier costumes were scattered around.

But more people stood up from the weeds, forming a heavy encirclement, a bald old man with a hooked nose, a big naked man with an iron hook in his hand, and some people sitting on bamboo sedan chairs, zombies carrying the sedan chair, and some demons all in purple. robe, playing with a flute made of a woman's tibia.

More people had dark faces, with uniform black cloaks covering their bodies, and said nothing.

The copper money magic sword in the hands of Taoist Jiuying was stained with poisonous blood, the red rope was broken, and the copper coins were scattered, and he glanced at all kinds of people without anger.

"The token of Commander Du is real, but the person who came to invite me is fake."

"The commander made the old lady at home suffer from phlegm disease. She just wanted to follow the old rules and go to Zhenwu Temple to ask for a bottle of Yuelu pills. I didn't invite you to go there. However, his subordinates were killed by us not long after they left the house. identity."

A middle-aged man in leather armor with the appearance of a school official wiped his face and peeled off a piece of human skin, revealing an indistinguishable male and female face with red lips and pink cheeks.

The man smiled and said, "Among your Zhenwu Temples, Jiuhe's dead bull-nosed spell is the most powerful, and the Seven-Star Magic Lantern Curse has been cultivated to the highest level. It is well known that one person has seven transformations, but this time we are here to kill your lineup, but It’s similar to the difference from Jiuhe’s.”

"Master Jiuying, let's go on the road with honor."

The enchanting young man clapped his hands, and several warlocks beside him either laughed or roared, and rushed out together.

Daoist Jiuying touched a blue cloth package on his back.

The purple-robed Yaodao, whose hair covered half of his face, blew the bone flute, and the shadows of the surrounding people trembled one after another, and finally this wave of fluctuations was all added to the side of Daoist Jiuying.

The shadow under his feet was stretched and flattened like dough, and the copper coins scattered on the ground just now were swept by the shadow, and either cracked or bounced.

This is an evil song that disturbs the inspiration. The magic weapon of the righteous way pays the most attention to order. If it is disturbed by such an evil song, no matter what magic weapon is behind Taoist Jiuying, it will be suppressed by at least [-]% of its effectiveness.

The sound of tearing silk resounded all around.

The first few warlocks who rushed out turned into headless pillars of blood, each spraying two or three feet high.

The rag fell to the ground, Taoist Jiuying clasped his hands together, and an iron rod as thick as a child's arm was thrust into the handle of the knife, the mechanism was activated, and the lock was stuck.

"Junior Brother Jiuhe is indeed superior to me in terms of spells, but you haven't found out that Pindao is in Wudang, is he a swordsman?"

Before he finished speaking, Taoist priest Xuanmei with a saber had already charged into the crowd. The Spring and Autumn Broadsword weighing 64 jin was in his hand like a feather blown across the grass by a strong wind.

But whether it is a zombie made of steel and iron, who has been sacrificed for more than ten years, or a sorcerer who relies on sorcery to make his flesh soft and his spine like a snake, when he encounters the knife shadow like flying feathers, he will only be bloody and torn apart. end.

The enchanting young man with one leg missing fell heavily to the ground, and with a pale face, he blew the whistle hidden under his tongue.

Daoist Jiuying stopped inexplicably in his rampant pace amidst the rain of blood, and looked back.

Those figures in black cloaks swelled and stretched one by one, and the loosest clothes could not restrain such figures.

When the group of people stopped changing, Daoist Jiuying's height could only reach the height of their abdominal muscles.

Roar! ! ! ! !
The seemingly invisible roar rolled across the grass and blew into the forest.

Strong and huge black shadows rose from all directions and rushed towards the Taoist who was holding the knife.

Taoist Master Jiuying raised his head, his Taoist robe was stained with blood, and he stretched his breath into his abdomen, swinging his knife.

(End of this chapter)