"Ah, monster!" Fatty exclaimed.
"What are you yelling about? Keep your voice down." Nanfeng tilted his head and shouted.
"Oh, oh," the fat man leaned against the window and peered with one eye, "What a big white bird, what kind of monster is behind it?"
Nan Feng turned back to watch the battle. At this time, Yan Feixue was flying high, followed by Li Chaozong, climbing straight up and catching up quickly.
"That's not a monster. This person's name is Li Chaozong, and he is the leader of the martial arts world in the Western Wei Dynasty." Nanfeng said casually. Li Chaozong was a Taixuan cultivator. His complexion was deep purple, with no black or gray color, which showed that he was a human being and not a monster. Alien.
"Can a monster have wings?" the fat man asked.
Nanfeng did not answer, and the fat man's question was also his question. The red wings on Li Chaozong's back were located under the blades, with a wingspan of two feet, and bright red feathers. At first glance, they looked like two balls of red fire.
People are not supposed to grow wings, but Li Chaozong did indeed grow a pair of wings. After a brief doubt, Nanfeng remembered something. Zhuge Chanjuan had told him about the five wonders of ancient medicine, and these five wonders included him. In addition to the dragon-toothed celestial silkworms that have been swallowed and the tiger-skinned celestial cicadas that Li Chaozong had snatched before, there is another species called the phoenix-eyed celestial bee. According to Zhuge Chanjuan, those who have swallowed the phoenix-eyed celestial bee People can give birth to wings and soar into the sky.
Thinking of this, Nanfeng turned his attention to Wang Zhong and his wife. The sight of Li Chaozong giving birth to wings surprised everyone on both sides. However, Wang Zhong and his wife did not show similar expressions, which showed that they had known for a long time that Li Chaozong could give birth to wings. . These two people had been looking for ancient miracle medicine before, and Li Chaozong was hanging out with them, so it was very likely that he would find and swallow the Phytophthora beetle.
Unlike Wang Zhong and his wife who were indifferent, Zhuge Chanjuan looked as surprised as everyone else, which showed that she was unaware of the matter.
The wings Li Chaozong transformed were about a foot longer than Yan Feixue's wings. It was not known whether he was not familiar with the control or because his speed was inferior to real wings. Although he tried his best to flap his wings, he was still unable to catch up with Yan Feixue's wings. Bai Luan.
As the two men fluttered their wings and chased each other, the fighting below continued. At this time, the Shangqing Taoists who were scattered in various places began to gather together. They did not meet in one place, but in groups of three or five, gathering close together. After the meeting, one of them took charge They knead the secrets, recite incantations, and draw talismans. The other people are responsible for fending off the incoming enemies and buying time.
After a while, someone completed the process and cast the spell, "Bagua Flying Sword!"
Accompanied by the chanting of the Taoist practitioner, the long sword that had been sheathed unsheathed itself and flew rapidly around the Taoist practitioner.
Originally there was only one long sword, but after flying in a circle, it became two long swords, then spun into four, and after three spins, it became eight long swords. When spinning, the long swords were connected end to end, like a single silver ring.
When the long sword was extended to eight, it reached its limit. The Taoist who did this waved his arms and said, "Go!"
The eight long swords were driven by him and hurriedly attacked several martial arts practitioners nearby who were trying to stop him.
One of them knocked away a long sword with his long knife, and then blocked the other one with his long knife, but the third long sword followed closely and passed through his chest before he could react.
Another man was fighting with his bare hands. Seeing his comrades being killed, he thought that he could not avoid the flying sword of that man. He thought of retreating and dodged. He never thought that the other five long swords did not fly towards him, but rushed not far away. The tall man wielding a stick attacked.
Just when the unarmed warrior was secretly thinking about luck, the long sword that had been knocked away suddenly turned around, pierced through his left armpit, and flew out from his right shoulder.
After stabbing the man to death, the long sword did not slow down. Instead, it flew eastward with the other two long swords and joined the five long swords that were besieging the big man with the stick. Eight long swords came from different angles at the same time. In the attack, even if you use a big man's bronze stick to dance wildly, you can't defend it from all directions, and in the end you can't escape the end of the sword piercing the heart.
While the Taoist priest was concentrating on wielding his sword, three more people rushed from the southeast. Two of them stopped the two old Taoists who were protecting the Taoist priest. The other one fought hard and knocked out a huge skin bag. The skin bag exploded due to the force. The red liquid sprayed all over the Taoist practitioner's head and face. At the same time, the speed of the eight long swords flying in the air suddenly stagnated.
"Filth destroys me..." Before the Taoist practitioner could finish shouting, the martial artist who had knocked out the skin had already taken advantage of the situation and got closer, inserting a dagger from his Baihui point until the handle was gone.
As soon as the Taoist practitioner died, the spell was broken. The eight long swords merged into one and fell to the ground.
"Black dog blood?" the fat man asked.
Nanfeng nodded. The skin bag that the man shot out must have contained dirt such as black dog blood. This kind of thing is dirty and has the worst mysterious power.
At this time, Yan Feixue was still flying high, and Li Chaozong was still chasing. Due to the limited angle, the two of them were almost out of sight. However, Yan Feixue didn't seem to want to lose. If he wanted to retreat, he wouldn't Straight up.
"Look." The fat man shouted again. Since he had been criticized before, he lowered his voice this time, but there was still uncontrollable excitement in his voice. It seemed that this was the first time in his life that such a tragic and exciting fighting was happening. See.
Nanfeng didn't know what the fat man wanted him to see. The first thing he saw after he turned back his gaze was a skinny middle-aged dwarf throwing two yellow balls the size of wine cups at the two Shangqing Taoists who were chasing him.
The two balls had different strengths when they were thrown. The first one was slow, the second one was fast. In the blink of an eye, the second one caught up. The two balls collided and exploded instantly. After the loud noise, the thick smoke dissipated, and the two balls collided and exploded. This Shangqing Taoist had a dark face, covered in blood, and had many sharp copper pieces embedded in his body, head and face.
The dwarf succeeded with one blow and immediately turned his back on the enemy, stopped running, raised his hand and threw two more balls.
Although the two Shangqing Taoists were seriously injured, they did not injure their roots. Seeing each other repeating their old tricks, one of them crossed his sword with his left hand, stretched out his right arm, spat out his spiritual energy, and pushed back the two copper balls through the air.
The dwarf did not expect that the ball would recoil back. Before he could react, the copper ball had already exploded upon impact. The flying copper pieces seemed to hurt his left eye. The dwarf screamed, covered his eyes and fell.
The two Shangqing Taoists were seriously injured, and they were afraid of the dwarf's hidden weapon, so they did not pursue them but took the opportunity to check their own injuries.
Just as the two raised their hands to touch their faces, an arrow flew from a distance and penetrated the two of them one after another.
Practitioners are no different than ordinary people. As long as they don't injure their vital organs, they usually won't die. Although the two of them were injured, they didn't die. They gathered their breath and fell quickly to prevent the other party from replenishing their arrows.
"The horse has run away." The fat man shouted again.
"Don't go out." Nanfeng quickly stretched out his hand to hold the fat man down.
The fat man didn't want to go out at first, but at this moment, there were flashes of swords and swords outside, and he didn't dare to go out even if he had some courage.
"Look at that house." The fat man made a fuss.
"Stop talking." Nanfeng scolded him again. He was also watching the battle. Naturally, he saw an old Taoist move the entire wooden house, push it out with all his strength, and smash it into a dense gathering of warriors ten feet away.
Not far away, there was another group of warriors who were besieging several Taoists who were cooperating. The old Taoist's actions reminded them. One of them followed suit and moved another wooden house and threw it at the Taoists.
Before the wooden house landed, a big tiger with an eye-catching white forehead appeared out of thin air. The tiger was undoubtedly sacrificed by the Taoist method. It was several times the size of a real tiger. After taking shape, it immediately pounced out and smashed the wooden house into pieces.
After smashing the wooden house, the giant tiger's momentum did not decrease, and it jumped over, biting the warrior who threw the wooden house, twisting its neck and shaking its head to throw the warrior far away. If you look closely, the warrior's left leg is missing to the knee, and he is dead. If you don't think so, the lame man is sure.
The fat man was very surprised when the tiger suddenly appeared. He was afraid that the south wind would talk to him, so he didn't dare to say anything randomly. He just made a sound to express his surprise and shock.
The tiger was covered in golden fur and was very powerful. After biting off the warrior's left leg, it stood on the ground with its head raised and let out a mountain-shaking tiger roar.
When the tiger raised his head and roared, an eight-foot-tall strong man roared and rushed over. He raised the evil gold hammers in his hands and struck the tiger's head hard. After a burst of green smoke, the tiger disappeared without a trace, leaving only a broken talisman on the ground. open.
"Yeah." Fatty exclaimed.
Then the fat man kept saying "Ah, wow, ha, oops" but he couldn't hold it in anymore and finally said, "It's really lively and enjoyable."
Nanfeng nodded. Although the scene was bloody, it was also very passionate. He also felt that the trip was worthwhile. However, watching the battle at close range was also risky. There was a danger of being thrown out of the hiding house at any time.
"Can't Taoist priests invite heavenly soldiers and generals? Why don't they?" The fat man wanted to see all the secrets of Taoism.
"Why are you invited here?" Nanfeng pouted. Taoists do justice for heaven. Inviting gods to come down to earth can only be used to subjugate demons and kill evil spirits. The Immortal Family will not help Taoists attack Yang people.
"Help." The fat man said.
"The immortal is your thug?" Nanfeng said casually.
As soon as Nanfeng finished speaking, he noticed that everyone outside had stopped fighting and was looking up. After a while, everyone used their body skills and ran in all directions. Even Wang Zhong and his wife, who were rescuing the wounded, left the wounded soldiers behind and pulled Zhuge Chanjuan away to the distance.
"What are they running for?" The fat man was very confused.
"I don't know." Nanfeng shook his head. Due to the limited angle, they could not see the situation at high altitude.
"What happened?" The fat man was confused and curious, so he opened the window, leaned out and looked up at the sky, "Oh my mother, run quickly..."