Chapter 839

At this time, a flying knife with cold light in the moonlight broke through the sky, and the target was the hand that the old woman in black stretched out to grab Lin qinger.

The old woman in black was shocked and quickly flew back.

Bang!

The flying knife lost its target and hit a huge stone directly. The stone was the size of a washbasin. It was as fragile as tofu under the Throwing Knife, and it exploded with a bang.

"Qing'er, are you ok?" A strong voice came from the forest. Lin qinger heard the speech, and her face was happy. She stopped biting her tongue and killed herself. Her eyes were flowing with water. She was wronged and cried back: "Uncle Zhang, I'm ok."

Lin qinger's voice dropped. A middle-aged man in a linen robe came from the woods. It seemed that his lightness skill was quite good.

"Zhang daozhong, do you want to mind your own business?" The old woman in black obviously recognized the identity of the visitor and asked.

Zhang daozhong waved his hand and said, "it's not meddling. The zhangjias and the Lin family are friends. How can I just stand by and watch the last single seedling of the Lin family suffer this disaster?"

"Why, do you want to teach me the magic?" The black robed old woman's face was so gloomy that she could drop out of the water, but she did not dare to rush into her hands. Her eyes held out a bit of fear.

"Zhangjia has no intention of becoming an enemy of the witchcraft cult. The purpose of Zhangjia is not to participate in the disputes in the river and lake. However, your Witch and demon sect has gone too far this time. It has destroyed the whole family of Lin, and even captured Qing'er to make a cauldron furnace. How can I sit back and ignore such a thing that is against the harmony of heaven and earth."

Zhang daozhong's domineering response is obviously not afraid of the Revenge of the witch cult.

Hearing this, the old woman in black looked black, and said in her heart, "young leader, as long as I offer Lin qinger to him, I will be free again. If I can't catch him, I will die. Today I can only succeed, not fail."

"Zhang daozhong, I know that you are good at Taoism and know the art of eight trigrams. But today, no one can stop me from taking Lin qinger." The old woman in Black said, her withered palm raised rapidly and her movements were extremely agile.

With a clap, two flames burned on the old woman's palms. The old woman hugged them in front of her chest, and the two flames merged into one and became a fireball.

"Today, I'd like to see whether my fire control skills are better or your Taoist skills are better." The old woman in black throws the fireball to Zhang Dao, sneering at Yin measurement.

Zhang daozhong's eyes showed a few scruples. As soon as he swung his sleeve robe, several copper coins were thrown out of the sleeve robe. He pinched the method, and the copper coins immediately flashed, humming and shaking. They quickly arranged and assembled in the void, and finally condensed into a money sword.

The sword of money shoots towards the fireball which is rocking towards him. With a whoosh, it pierces the air, carrying a dazzling golden awn, and hits the fireball fiercely.

With a bang, money sword and fireball collide together. All of a sudden, the fire is shining all over the sky, and the air is rippling with a circle of golden red light.

The leaves of the surrounding plants and trees withered quickly and became dry.

After a while, many plants and plants were burning up to light up the heaven and earth.

"Qing'er, go quickly. Uncle Zhang stops the old witch for you." Zhang daozhong felt a little tricky, so he had to wait for time and yelled at Lin qinger.

"No, I'm gone. What do you do, Uncle Zhang? I want to stay. Even if I die, Qing'er will never live, and I can't harm Uncle Zhang. " Hearing the speech, Lin qinger's eyes were red, and she shed clear tears. Her speech was resolute and stubborn.