The Devil's Guide

"No, there's an ambush!" Xuan An pulled back and tried to get out of the formation, but the giant python chased him. He couldn't leave now.

"Xuan An, brains are good things. It's a pity you don't have them." Niu Si's voice came again. Xuan An was naturally furious. If he wasn't entangled with the giant python, he wanted to skin Niu Si.

"Boy, don't be so proud. With the current spiritual energy in the human world, a mere formation can't stop four Divine Transformation cultivators, let alone you. You'll be in trouble when I break the formation." Xuan An said.

"You don't believe me when I said I would rely on the formation to stop you. This formation is just to prevent you from running away. There are others who are blocking you." Niu Si laughed.

"What did you say?" Xuan An felt bad again.

"Everyone, it's your turn to attack. I've been chased by these four people for a long time, and I'm exhausted. I'll take a break first." Niu Si said.

"Young friend, take a break. We old guys will meet them first." Jia Liang laughed and rushed into the formation and rushed to Ao San.

"Xuan An, you betray the human race, you know you'll die!" Wen Zhenyun rushed to Xuan An.

"Count me in!" Fu Zhangyu rushed to Ao Si.

"Leave this to me!" Xuanyuan Chuqi pointed at the formation and separated Ao Ye.

"Go all out, no formation can withstand so many people." Xuan An roared.

Unfortunately, the four people had been separated at this time, and no one heard it. But this principle is not difficult to understand, so the battle entered a white-hot stage at the beginning.

Although Niu Si was resting, he was not idle. While controlling the formation for Xuanyuan Chuqi, he also paid attention to their battle situation. The battle between the incarnation monks was a rare experience.

It was not the first time that Niu Si had seen the Shangqing Sect's Lihe Fenguang sword technique. Niu Si was even more impressed by the three most powerful styles. But this sword technique was different in Wen Zhenyun's hands.

With a sword in hand, Wen Zhenyun seemed to have a sharp sword that had come out of his body. His casual sword was much more powerful than Yu Qi's special moves. And this powerful part was not only the magic power, but also the sword intent, the sword intent that came to his face.

Wen Zhenyun looked gentle, but when he really started fighting, he was not gentle at all. His murderous intent was even more fierce than Xuan An, who was born in the magic path on the opposite side.

The Lihe Sword Field was also very different from Yu Qi's. This was not Yu Qi's half-baked aura with magic power. Wen Zhenyun's sword intent was serious. That's right, the force field formed by pure sword intent.

Niu Si was really enlightened. This thing was just a powerful magical power in the eyes of others, but it was very different in Niu Si's eyes. Sword intent can be used in this way. Niu Si seemed to have opened a new door and saw a new world.

The force field formed by pure sword intent is not only powerful, but also more unpredictable because of its purity, and more smooth and smooth, without any hindrance. This is why Wen Zhenyun does not use the three ultimate moves, and the power is naturally strong when he uses them at will.Full.

Niu Si was so excited that he could not help but immerse himself in it. Niu Si's sword intent itself was not weak, but this method was the first time he had seen it, "Sword intent, sword intent," Niu Si murmured.

Wen Zhenyun was having fun, and Niu Si was having fun watching it. Xuan An, however, did not have the slightest idea of ​​having fun.

First, Xuan An advanced later and did not have the experience of Wen Zhenyun. Second, he was injured. Third, he was upset because of Niu Si. It took a lot of effort to fall into Wen Zhenyun's hands.

A black flag danced vigorously, but it was just barely maintaining the situation. Wen Zhenyun was getting better and better at fighting, but Xuan An was getting more and more tired.

Master Jialiang was also very hot against Ao San. Jialiang, who was originally kind-hearted, was holding a golden demon-subduing pestle and smashing it at Ao San. A small magic bell beside him made a slight sound from time to time, constantly weakening Ao San's rhythm.

Ao San wielded a pitch-black long sword, dancing impenetrably, but he could not get the slightest advantage in Jia Liang's hands.

Although Master Jia Liang had been besieged before, he was good at self-protection with Buddhist magic, so it was not a big deal. At this time, it was a one-on-one battle in his own formation, and Buddhist magic had many restraints on the demons, especially the demon soul possessed people. In this way, Jia Liang also had a great advantage.

Every time the small bell rang, Ao San trembled. Although Ao San did not show any signs of defeat at this time, he knew in his heart that he would definitely not be able to defeat this old monk.

Jia Liang was secretly grateful to Niu Si. If he had not communicated with Niu Si, his grasp of the mantra would not be so refined.

He had been immersed in this way for many years, and what he lacked was that little feeling. The communication with Niu Si made Jia Liang greatly improve in the mantra.

It was because of this that he escaped safely during the last demon soul siege. At this time, this mantra combined with the Buddhist demon-subduing pestle made it easier and more exciting.

This was hard for Ao San. The golden light on the demon-subduing pestle made his demon soul feel uncomfortable, and the sound of the bell mixed with the mantra made him miserable. If he had not been in the formation, he would have turned around and ran away. But now he could not get out and could only bear it.

In Fu Zhangyu's hand was a measuring ruler like a door panel, which looked very heavy. This old man who looked like a shopkeeper next door was a violent body cultivator, and he swung the measuring ruler violently.

That was not all. The old man's other hand was not idle either. He could use all kinds of spells and talismans effortlessly and delicately. One hand was violent and the other hand was delicate, and they worked together very well. I don't know how this old man practiced.

Ao Si suffered a lot when facing this old man. Although the two were almost equal in strength, his magic sword was far less powerful than the old man's measuring ruler, and his arm was sore after a few hits. He wanted to use sword skills to make up for the lack of weight.

However, he didn't know that his sword skills were not as delicate as the old man's magic skills, so he really couldn't beat him, and couldn't run away. He was left with only one discomfort.

Fu Zhangyu practiced both magic and body, and was famous for a long time, so he naturally had his own wayAo Si gradually got into Fu Zhangyu's rhythm. Even if he could hold on for a while, he would inevitably fail after a long time.

Ao Si knew this, but he had no way to do it. He wanted to use some tricks that would hurt both sides to save the situation. But what he lacked was not courage, but opportunity. Fu Zhangyu was old and cunning, and he had the upper hand, so how could he give him such an opportunity.

In theory, this was the formation arranged by Xuanyuan Chuqi, and it should be considered Xuanyuan Chuqi's home court. But at this time, Xuanyuan Chuqi was the most laborious.

Ao Ye's body was shining with magic light, and a pair of water-blue daggers, flashing with cold light, flew up and down at Xuanyuan Chuqi.

Xuanyuan Chuqi's five-color ring blocked left and right, but he couldn't get the upper hand at all. This formation is not without illusion, but it has little effect on Ao Ye.