Chapter 227

In the distance, Zhang Zhengli's attack had reached the thin old Taoist's face.

The huge arc-shaped golden light brings out the residual shadow of the road, as if even the air should be cut apart by it.

The strange bird was even more ferocious. The two huge front claws glittered with a faint blue awn, as if made of metal, and grabbed the Taoist's head.

"Hey, hey, I have some skills, but..."

The old Taoist smiled, but waved the ragged dust in his hand, and nothing strange happened. The arc golden light split by Zhang Zhengli dissipated out of thin air, as if he was weak.

Then, the skinny old Taoist twisted his wrist strangely, and the dust waved to the strange bird again.

Zhang Zhengli's face changed greatly and shouted, "get away!"

The strange bird was also smart and was about to avoid, but the reaction was slow, and one claw was hit by the dust.

The white silk thread brushed over the iron claw, as if wiping it. Nothing happened. The strange bird screamed, and its body rose abruptly, opening a distance of more than ten meters.

Zhang Zhengli was relieved when he saw him, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance. The golden sword in his hand was always facing the old Taoist priest to guard against his attack.

Yang Xuan's eyes looked at the strange bird above. He felt something wrong in his heart, but he couldn't see any problem.

Just then, the fat man surnamed Yu bit his teeth and suddenly said, "Yang Daoyou, I'll go first and report to the zongmen and ask the elders for help."

Finish saying, also don't wait for Yang Xuan to reply, then fly toward the distance to escape.

"Cut, greedy for life and afraid of death."

The little Panther sneered, but Yang Xuan shook his head and didn't comment.

In fact, it's useless for that man to stay here. If he can really invite help, it's a great achievement. Maybe Zhang Zhengli and he don't have to die.

This is a reliable way at present, and their only hope is to wait for the fat man to move to save the soldiers.

What we have to do now is try to hold on to more time.

The wooden sword in his hand became more and more powerful. Although there was still a big gap compared with Zhang Zhengli, it also successfully attracted the attention of the thin old Taoist priest.

The bulging and shriveled eyes looked at Yang Xuan. After looking over, the old Taoist immediately grinned and showed a mouth of black and yellow teeth.

"Tut Tut, unexpected joy. Take it back and cultivate it. It must be a great puppet. Hey hey, second and fourth, go and catch the fat man who ran away. As for these two, I'll entertain them myself, Jie."

"Bad!"

Hearing the old Taoist's words, Yang Xuan immediately looked heavy and looked behind him.

There, two faint lights shot out quickly to bypass them from high altitude and chase the fat man surnamed Yu.

Zhang Zhengli also reacted. His body suddenly rose, and his long sword suddenly cut into one of the faint lights.

Two distinct lights collided together, and the faint light gradually faded, revealing the body shape.

It was a big snake, as thick as an adult's thigh, with a body seven or eight meters long swinging in the air, like a fish in water, without any stiffness, as if he could fly himself.

"The... Fourth order monster!"

Zhang Zhengli looked terrified, but his strength was constant. With a flash of gold on the long sword, his power suddenly soared. It was Sheng Sheng who shook the snake out.

Yang Xuan wanted to stop another faint light with a wooden sword, but the existence in the faint light was very flexible. At last, the bald head suddenly turned a corner, walked around him and rushed to the horizon.

"Want to go?"

Yang Xuan snorted coldly, and the red light on the wooden sword in his hand immediately contracted. Even his power began to be restrained, ready to throw it out and shoot it down to get the faint light.

Just then, in the distance, a black light rushed to the back of his head.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Zhengli roared. It was too late to want support.

Fortunately, Yang Xuan had already sent out his divine knowledge, and always paid attention to the actions of the thin old Taoist priest. He also reacted at the first time. The silver small shield protected against the wind and blocked his back.

"Go!"

With a light sound, the red wooden sword in his hand turned into a red streamer and rushed to the sky.

A long whistling sound came from the sword, which greatly increased its speed, but the time of two breaths caught up with the faint light.

At the same time, the black awn behind him also arrived.

The silver shield shook violently and barely blocked the blow, but there was a fist sized hole on the always solid shield surface, and a trace of black gas kept floating.

The silver shield was almost pierced!

Yang Xuan's heart sank and his vigilance increased greatly.

If the blow had been more powerful, I'm afraid he would have been killed on the spot in his state at that time.

He believes in silver shield too much. He didn't dodge at all just now. Once the silver shield is pierced, his head may be difficult to protect.

Of course, the results of this gambling behavior are also extremely rich.

The wooden sword didn't live up to his expectations. It successfully hit the faint light, gave it a sudden beating, and then fell down. Although it was difficult to kill the other party, it was enough to delay so much time.

The faint light intercepted by Zhang Zhengli is stronger, and this one is much weaker. Now it is almost impossible to catch up with the fat man.

After a successful blow, the wooden sword circled in the air and flew back.

The thin old Taoist looked at the scene with a gloomy face and smiled angrily: "very good! Since you want to die quickly, I'll help you!"

His body gradually became illusory. A few flashes rushed to Yang Xuan. One hand was clawed. His thin fingers were like several bamboo poles, grasping Yang Xuan's heart pulse.

Yang Xuan was surprised and didn't dare to touch him. He retreated again and again. At the same time, the silver shield grew a little bigger again, completely covering him behind.

"Hiss!"

A soft noise came out.

Yang Xuan's divine sense always locked the old Taoist's body. Although he was covered by silver shield, it had no impact on him.

He turned over and moved a short distance to the side.

In his original position, a thin figure suddenly appeared there, very strange.

"Good boy, the reaction is very fast."

After repeated defeats, the skinny old Taoist priest lost his original mind of teasing and stopped talking nonsense. His body shape flashed again and appeared on the side of Yang Xuan.

At the same time, Yang Xuan's body deviated strangely again and narrowly avoided his grasp.

"You are just a little monk in the third realm. How can you escape my attack!"

The Taoist priest was a little angry. There was a great gap between Yang Xuan and his cultivation, but now he failed to hit twice in a row.

He picked up the ragged dust on his hand and looked gloomy.