Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 569: All means are used, fierce battle, replica of Flying Thunder Sword

Inside Qingyun Temple, the woman in the red dress had a solemn look on her face, and a terrifying aura emanated from her entire body.

She chanted a spell, her ten fingers flew, scarlet light flashed on her fingertips, and she drew one mysterious spell after another in the air.

She seemed to have a storage device on her body, and white paper-cut figures, no bigger than a palm, flew out from her body like paper money.

The moment she flew out, the spells she had drawn attached to the paper-cut figure.

In an instant, the paper man seemed to come to life, twisting its body and rushing towards the talisman with its fangs and claws bared.

Several old masters shouted angrily: "Come on, come on, let's see whether she has more paper figures or more talismans."

After saying this, all kinds of talismans came out from his hands, and the roar became louder.

Numerous talismans and white paper figures were entangled together, and the noise they created was like a gathering storm, making it difficult to tell which one was stronger for a moment.

As a Taoist priest who went down the mountain to subdue demons, he didn't have much other things but a lot of talismans and magical instruments for protection. He could take out a bunch of these things and open an altar anytime and anywhere.

The reason for this, in addition to the usual accumulation, is mainly due to the good relationship between Tianshi Mansion and Tiangong Hall.

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

Among these magical instruments, the most popular ones are storage instruments. Such things are very precious to anyone.

Therefore, the high-level masters who came down the mountain all carried a considerable number of talismans. However, not all of these talismans were combat-type talismans. Many of them were similar to Qi-healing talismans and scripture-sealing talismans.

Therefore, even though a huge crowd of talismans gathered on the top of the head, they could not be pressed down in one breath. However, even so, with the combined strength of five high-ranking Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion, they were definitely not something that could be stopped by one person alone. The woman in the red skirt fell into a state of decline, and a large number of talismans pressed down on her.

"Add more fuel to the fire, she can't 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 held a seven-star magic sword with a cold and shimmering light. When he swung it, the sword made a clear and crisp sound, just like spring water hitting pebbles.

This is a good sword. In terms of quality alone, it is even better than Zhang Zhiwei's Dongfeng Sword.

Speaking of which, Zhang Zhiwei's Dongfeng Greatsword was actually stolen by Zhang Yi from Yi Qian. Since Yi Qian was able to give it away, he must have a better one.

Yi Qian likes to collect magic swords, so his swordsmanship level is naturally not low. In terms of Qingping swordsmanship, he is only slightly worse than Zhang Zhiwei, but he has also achieved some success. When he uses the sword, it is like the floating of green duckweed, combining hardness and softness, fast and slow movements.

But at this moment, the sound of the trigger being pulled was heard, the firing pin hit the primer, flames and kinetic energy burst out in the chamber, and the flames pushed the cartridge case out of the gun.

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

"Ok?"

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

Yi Qian stretched out his hand and pushed, pushing away the golden light. After a fierce metal collision sound, a large number of flattened bullets fell to the ground with a clang.

At the same time, the footsteps outside the temple were as dense as rain, and a large number of soldiers in blue uniforms appeared at the door with guns. The scene of the two parties fighting in the Taoist temple made them pause and they didn't know what to do.

"Aim at those Taoists and fire. Shoot. Shoot them to death!"

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

The soldiers were still a little hesitant at first. After all, the scene in the Taoist temple was horrifying. If it were somewhere else, they would have to kneel down and call the gods to their mercy. But the firearms in their hands gave them courage. Seeing the commander fire the first shot, the other soldiers aimed at the Taoist priests in the temple and shot.

The high-level warriors who were originally trying their best to kill the woman in red skirt had to disperse their attention when encountering such an incident. They activated the Golden Light Mantra to protect their bodies and resist the dense and intensive firearms attacks.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

A series of iron-hammering sounds rang out, bullets flew everywhere, and the already dilapidated Qingyun Temple became even more dilapidated.

With the soldiers' rescue, the woman in the red skirt felt less pressure. The paper man showed off his power and overwhelmed the talisman, and she regained the upper hand in the fight.

"Keep firing, their Qi won't last long!" Commander Zhang shouted.

……

The originally good situation was ruined by these soldiers. Yi Qian was immediately furious: "You stinking soldiers, you are looking for death!"

He swung his sword fiercely, creating a sword light several meters long, cutting seven or eight soldiers in half. Immediately, he rushed towards the army and killed everyone in their midst.

Zhang Yi, who was standing behind, frowned when he saw this. Although they had the upper hand in the talisman battle with the woman in red skirt, strictly speaking, they were at a disadvantage. After all, the talisman was much more precious than the paper figure.

Instead of fighting with this devil here and wasting talismans, it is better to use the talismans on the blade and deal with those armies first, so as to avoid the situation where the talismans run out and you are left without any talismans when facing those armies.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Yi said to the other four masters, "My fellow disciples, please save your talismans and go get some lackeys from the other side first. Leave this to me."

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

The four senior martial artists were all old and had rich experience in the martial world. They understood the reason in an instant. Without saying anything, they let go of their hands at the same time, and with golden light all around them, they rushed towards the army outside the Taoist temple.

Yi Qian gave up the idea of ​​killing her and attacked the woman in the red dress from behind with his sword raised. The two sides had a clear division of labor.

The other high-ranking Taoists were not the kind of people who were too sanctimonious and indecisive. They would not use any tricks to attack ordinary people. They rushed out of the Taoist temple, engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and fought with the soldiers in the streets.

Each of them was wrapped in golden light and thunder magic, and various talismans were rolling up the celestial phenomena, making them look like heavenly officials descending to earth.

For a moment, the soldiers at the door were engulfed by the golden light and thunder and fire one after another. Some were blown to pieces, while others were turned into charcoal. There were all kinds of deaths that were not worth mentioning. The stench filled the air, and it was extremely tragic.

at the same time.

Inside the temple, Zhang Yi lost his four helpers and was once again at a disadvantage in the fight with the woman in red skirt. Just when the paper man was running rampant, Yi Qian, holding a magic sword, pointed it directly at the back of the woman in red skirt.

In order to enhance the power of the magic sword, Yi Qian also used thunder magic. An extremely bright lightning flashed on the sword, winding upwards like an electric snake, wrapping up the Seven-Star Magic Sword.

The magic sword surrounded by thunder was approaching the woman in the red dress. The woman in the red dress was fighting with magic and could not dodge. She was about to be killed by the lightning sword. Two red lights flew out from her body.

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

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

Two black-clothed paper figures spit out black light from the left and right, blocking Yi Qian's lightning sword and fighting with Yi Qian. The two black-clothed paper figures were the guardian gods of the Dharma teaching that the woman in the red skirt summoned with the help of the paper figure decree. The principle was similar to the Onmyoji in Japan who used white paper talismans to summon Shikigami.

As guardian gods sent down from the Dharma lineage, these two black-clothed paper figures were far more powerful than the miscellaneous soldiers that Zhang Yi had just cleared out. Working together, they actually blocked Yi Qian and prevented him from making any progress.

This made Yi Qian very angry. As the host of Zhengyi Temple, how could he 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 double attack of the two.

Then he shouted angrily, "Death, you monster!" and flew forward. He stabbed out with the Seven-Star Magic Sword in his hand. The sharp sword energy swept out with thunder and instantly strangled a black-clothed paper man, causing his true spirit to shatter and return to the magic lineage, while his body turned into powder and fell to the ground.

After dealing with one, the other one would be easy. Yi Qian continued to kill another paper man in black. The thunder sword swept across, and the paper man could not resist and was blown to ashes.

After killing the two paper guardian gods who were protecting him, Yi Qian did not stop at all and stabbed the woman in the red dress in the head with his sword.

Just as the tip of the sword surrounded by thunder was about to pierce the back of his head, the woman in the red skirt, who had been fighting with Zhang Yi and others, suddenly turned her head 180 degrees, opened her mouth and swallowed out 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 with his hands, trying to pierce through the layer of black light, but found that no matter what he did, he could hardly move forward.

"The sky thunders faintly, the water thunder waves are rolling, command!"

The woman in the red dress spoke again, and a series of pitch-black arcs of light came out of her mouth, as silently as ink soaking into something, wrapping around Yi Qian's magic sword and winding all the way up. Wherever it passed, the sword energy dissipated, the yang thunder was extinguished, and even the shining edge of the magic sword became somewhat dim.

"It's actually Dirty Water Thunder, and its cultivation is not low."

Yi Qian recognized the other party's tactics at a glance, but he was not surprised. The other party was a high-ranking Taoist priest of the Tianshi Mansion in the past. The Tianshi Mansion's Lei Fa would pass on the skills to disciples who assumed false names, as well as some high-ranking Taoist priests with sufficient qualifications.

The other party is a disciple of the Heavenly Master and has made great attainments in the art of talismans, so she is naturally qualified to teach thunder magic. However, women, who lack yang energy like men, can only learn the Yin Five Thunders, regardless of whether they are virgins or not.

Seeing the woman in the red dress spit out more Yin Thunder, which was wrapped like asphalt, Yi Qianxin knew that the situation was irreversible and immediately withdrew away.

The Yin thunder missed and hit the ground. Its powerful properties caused the surrounding water vapor to evaporate, and the floor tiles of the Taoist temple cracked and turned into powder.

And because the woman in the red dress was distracted by dealing with Yi Qian, Zhang Yi's talismans took the upper hand again, overwhelming her and pressing down on her, creating a noise like a huge wave.

It was too late to resist at this time. When she was about to be hit, the woman in the red skirt suddenly stepped on a few paper figures and flew into the air to avoid the attack.

"Boom!"

The talisman slammed heavily on the ground, completely shattering the already messy front yard. The broken tiles swept around like a raging sea, and pierced the tile roof and brick walls of the Taoist temple like stray bullets.

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

Yi Qian shouted angrily, and then clapped his hands several times, and blazing palm thunders burst out one after another, pointing directly at the woman in the red dress in the air.

Zhang Yi on the side was also not idle. Without saying a word, he raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and a flying sword demon-slaying talisman flew out from the talisman above his head and stuck to the peach wood sword. Immediately afterwards, 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 wrapped tightly with talismans in Zhang Yi's hand, and inexplicably thought of the attack on his senior brother Zhang Jingqing before.

Yi Qian just slapped the peach wood sword, and the sword flew up and hovered in the air, with the tip of the sword pointing at the woman in the red skirt.

"Kill the devil!"

As soon as the order was given, the peach wood sword turned into a flowing divine light and shot out with great power.

The woman in the red dress frowned, feeling threatened, and stepped on the paper man to rise into the air. At the same time, she formed seals with her hands, and countless fine black thunders burst out from under her feet, spreading out like a dark cloud.

The peach wood sword that was rushing towards them was like a stunning sight from the sky, with an extremely dazzling divine light, and it fiercely hit the Yin Lei.

In an instant, the dark cloud-like thunder was pierced through by the Flying Thunder Sword and slowly collapsed and dissipated.

Zhang Yi squinted his eyes as he watched the scene. He still remembered the time when he was meditating in the Buddhist monastery and a sword with lightning flashed past his scalp.

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

"Although it's not as powerful as the original version, it's still considerable." Zhang Yi said to himself.

Zhang Zhiwei's Flying Thunder Sword actually uses extremely strong control to suppress the characteristics of thunder magic, and then adds them to the magic sword one by one. When it reaches a certain level, it will suddenly explode.

However, Zhang Yi's control over thunder magic is insufficient, so he cannot do this. He can only settle for the next best thing and use the Five Thunder Talisman instead. However, even this weakened version is still very powerful.

The dark thunder in the sky dissipated, and the woman in the red dress fell from the sky. She was severely injured by the sword. Her red dress was torn, her right arm was bloody, and her white bones were exposed.

"I like this body very much!"

The woman in the red dress looked at her horrible arm with an expressionless face.

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

"What a nuisance!"

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

She moved her bone claws back and forth. Zhang Yi looked at the scene in shock. It was still moving? It was simply horrifying.

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

Just 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 in high spirits and said, "You are close and I am far away, take her down!"

Immediately afterwards, the two sides started fighting fiercely again. During the fight, the woman in the red skirt glanced towards the Sanqing Temple from afar.

The Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple was manipulated by her and fell into a nightmare.

She could feel that someone was gradually undermining her methods.

"Die in your dream!"

She stretched out her bony hand and gently grabbed, and the sleeping Qingyun audience all showed pain on their originally calm faces.

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

(End of this chapter)