Quanzhen Xianmen

Chapter 52

Yuan Qinglang's expression changed involuntarily: "Who are you?"

Monk Faxin clasped his hands together: "My little monk, Faxin, is the fourth generation successor of the Daozhen lineage. Please refer to Yuan Qinglang Yuan Benefactor."

"The fourth generation of Daozhen, it should be the first time we meet, but I seem to have a faint feeling that you have a familiar smell." Yuan Qinglang asked with some doubts.

"The little monk also disguised his identity before, and he was the third demon general under Master Yuan, so it's not surprising that Master Yuan felt that the monk was familiar with him." Monk Faxin said.

Monk Faxin put it this way, Yuan Qinglang, the first monster general Jiaozhi monster general, the second monster general eight-claw monster general, the fourth monster general Tianhu monster general, the fifth monster general giant elephant monster general, the sixth monster general The harpy generals were completely shocked. They never thought that the wild wolf generals who usually hang out with them were actually undercover agents.

Yuan Qinglang's face was a little ugly, and then he smiled and said: "So, so it is. You hid it until now and did it, and I was indeed weakened. But, so what, which one of you can do anything to get me? It's you Is it Monk Faxin, or you, Third Young Master Jiang?"

Monk Faxin clasped his hands together: "The benefactor of the Yuan Dynasty is as powerful as the sea. Even if he is weakened, the little monk is absolutely no match. However, the strength of Third Young Master Jiang is strong enough to deal with you."

Yuan Qinglang sneered coldly: "The dragon monster general, the eight-claw monster general, you two, deal with Monk Faxin, don't let him make trouble."

The second demon general, the eight-clawed demon general, although he felt that the strength of the monk Faxin was stronger than that of the original wild wolf demon general, he was not afraid: "Wild wolf, no, it should be called the monk Faxin now." .Let's play around."

The eight hands of the eight-clawed demon general, holding on to the eight swords, directly slashed at the monk Faxin.

And the monster general of the flood dragon also suddenly displayed his means, his supernatural power - the ice and snow flood fist, with endless cold air, directly blasted towards the monk Faxin.

Monk Faxin saw the attacks of the Eight-clawed General and the Jiaozhi General, and neither of the two's attacks were quite weak.Monk Faxin took a deep breath: "Second-level spells, the Buddha's light is like practicing!" The golden Buddha's light turned into sharp arrows of the Buddha, and the eight-clawed monster released the two towards the monster general.

The sword of the eight-clawed monster general, the ice and snow fist of the dragon monster general, and the endless Buddha light of the monk Faxin all clashed together.

In one-on-one, Monk Faxin can not be weak no matter whether he is facing the octopus monster general or the dragon monster general.However, one against two, in the face of these two powerful demon generals, he was somewhat powerless, and fell into a disadvantage almost from the beginning.Fortunately, people who practice Buddhism have quite a lot of defensive spells, and their defensive skills are also strong, so they won't lose in a short time.

……

Yuan Qinglang took a sip of strong tea and looked at Jiang Feng: "Hey, your assistant, Monk Faxin, is at a disadvantage now. I guess he will lose in a short time."

He still has a few swastikas on his body at this time, and he is in a weak state, but his demeanor remains undiminished.

Jiang Feng couldn't help laughing: "It's okay for Monk Faxin to last for a while, and this time is enough for me to solve you."

"Really?" Yuan Qinglang smiled: "I have understood your strength through the previous battle. Even if I am weakened, it is not too difficult to defeat you."

When Yuan Qinglang was talking, he was actually hitting Jiang Feng's confidence.

In the competition between masters, confidence is very important.

"You are really confident." Jiang Feng laughed dumbly: "However, the me of yesterday is not the me of today."

"Really?" Seeing Jiang Feng's indifferent look, Yuan Qinglang already knew that the action to hit Jiang Feng's confidence had failed. He suddenly drank the strong tea in the teacup, stood up, and quickly sealed: "Second-order Spells, dark hatred!"

Under the influence of this imposing manner, the originally magnificent palace directly turned into a gray and dark color.

Moreover, everything around seems to have disappeared.

There was only Yuan Qinglang, and the vortex of dark energy in his hand.

Then, that gray vortex of airflow turned into a stream of airflow, turned into a dark python, and rushed towards Jiang Feng.

At the same time, with the gray air current rushing in, there were hundreds of thousands of resentments, which turned into screams of fierce ghosts, and the screams were earth-shattering.

This is the second-level spell of darkness and hatred. Anyone with an unstable mind will be greatly affected by it.

Yuan Qinglang's use of this spell this time is slightly weaker than the last time, which shows that the swastikas left by Faxin and his ancestors did have a weak effect on him.

Take advantage of the enemy's illness and kill the enemy!
Jiang Feng's hands also quickly formed seals: "Second-level spell, flying flower technique!"

Forty green leaves directly gathered together.

then!

shuttle!
Directly stabbing at the second-level spell Dark Hatred.

The gray air flow collided with the green leaves, the gray air flow was continuously consumed, and the green leaves kept falling.Everything was as if the two had met for the first time.But when the gray air flow was exhausted, there were still ten green leaves left, stabbing directly at Yuan Qinglang.

Yuan Qinglang's expression changed involuntarily. He felt that Jiang Feng had become stronger, and he could actually become stronger in such a short period of time!

There is no mistake!And what's worse, he felt that he couldn't fight Jiang Feng head-on.

Although Jiang Feng didn't experience many battles, he could see this obvious situation. Seeing this, he continued to pinch the seal: "Second-level spell, flying flower technique!"

"Second-level spell, Flying Flower!"

"Second-level spell, Flying Flower!"

Jiang Feng now has 260 points of true yuan, and a second-order spell consumes twenty true yuan. A total of thirteen second-order spells can be cast at one time.But this time, facing someone like Yuan Qinglang, he was naturally unceremonious, and cast eight second-level spells in an instant.

A flying flower technique can gather forty leaves and flowers.

But the Eight Records of Flying Flowers gathered 320 leaves and flowers in full.

It became a small rain of flowers and leaves.

With a boundless roar, he rushed straight to Yuan Qinglang.

Yuan Qinglang felt the power of Jiang Feng's Flying Flower Technique in the attack just now. Seeing that Jiang Feng played eight second-level spells of Flying Flower Technique at once, his complexion changed. A flying sword wanted to dodge the blow.

"Second-level spell, roots are entangled!"

shuttle!
The verdant greenery emerged under Yuan Qinglang's feet, and then turned into vines at an extremely fast speed, wrapping around Yuan Qinglang's legs, making Yuan Qinglang unable to move in place.

The 320 leaves directly attacked Yuan Qinglang.

Seeing this, Yuan Qinglang was also very helpless, and could only make the last struggle: "Second-level spell, the shield of the demon bone!" These demon bones are all kinds of demon bones, which he obtained from creating monsters or half-monsters before, and turned into The shield, one side at a time, blocks the front end.

But the leaf was blessed with the Spring God Potion, and its power was unimaginable.

Shuo Shuo Shuo!

Bang bang bang bang!
In an instant, the demon bone shield shattered to the point that there was not even a slag left.

And so many green leaves all hit Yuan Qinglang.

Wow!Yuan Qinglang spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, he found that his heartbeat was slowing down, his breathing was slowing down, and his vital body was losing.

Yuan Qinglang took a deep breath: "Master Jiang, this time you won. However, before I die, I want to ask you one thing."

Jiang Feng used nine Tier [-] spells Flying Flowers and a Tier [-] spell Roots Entangling in this battle, which consumed [-] points of true essence, which was also very expensive. He took a deep breath: "Ask."

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