The Monk

Chapter 461 Two gangs

They were fighting so lively that Zhang Feng had no time to watch. He had to dodge the attack from the spiritual cannon, and while controlling the ship to run around, he cursed the group of ghost disciples. He also complained about why he didn't use the flying boat? The target is small and easy to control, and the ship is used as a target.

The spiritual power cannon was heavy and cumbersome, and it was very troublesome to turn the muzzle. The three gunners were aiming for a long time but could not capture the accurate position of the big ship. They cursed secretly: Turtle son is really troublesome. Such a big ship is as flexible as a loach. . The three of them looked at each other and had some calculations in their minds. They lined up their guns and no matter where the big ship was heading, they estimated three points according to its sailing direction and waited for the big ship to take the bait. As long as the big ship enters the three aiming points, fire the cannon and end it.

Zhang Ai concentrated on drawing circles on the lake, controlling the huge ship as nimbly as a fish, moving forward and backward completely out of common sense. At this time, the cabin door opened again, Zhang Tianfang pulled his neck and shouted: "Is that okay?" Zhang Ain shouted back: "Shut up."

He didn't know that the ghost disciples were waiting for the boat. With such a big lake, there was always a chance of hitting the sight line of the spiritual power cannon. Seeing that misfortune was coming, the place where the spiritual cannon was placed on the lakeshore suddenly collapsed. There were several muffled thuds, dust flew, and the cannon fell into the hole. When this incident happened, the three cannon drillers became furious and flew up from the smoke and dust, searching the bottom of the pit with their spiritual consciousness.

When the three ghost disciples who were responsible for responding in the air saw what was happening here, they immediately flew over, entered the pit, one person fought against the cannon, flew out, and found a place to resettle.

The collapse of the pit made too much noise. Zhang was afraid that if he saw it, he threw the flying boat out and called the girls to change boats. Of course, the ghost disciple with a broken leg who was monitoring him from the air would not let him deal with it so calmly. He drew out a black sword, used his body to control the sword, and turned it into a black line to stab Zhang Wei. Zhang was afraid of blocking it with an ice wall, so he cursed: "Is it over yet?"

The broken-legged ghost was extremely angry. His foot was broken by this kid, and the guqin magic weapon was gone. Now he wanted to kill him, but the extremely powerful magic sword was extremely fast and powerful. It couldn't break through an ice wall. Oh, it's so big. With a cry, he unfurled his black sword and stabbed. Zhang was afraid and ignored him, and was surrounded by ice walls to protect him. After the girls transferred to the flying boat, he put away the boat and had some time to say hello to the ghost disciple with the broken foot: "Are you tired?"

The ghost disciple with the broken leg was so angry that he shouted: "Fire the cannon! Fire the cannon!" Now he just wanted to break the ice wall and kill Zhang Ding dozens of times.

The spiritual power cannon exploded as he wished, but instead of attacking Zhang Ai, the cannon exploded on its own, seriously injuring the three ghost disciples who were responding to him. Thanks to their extremely high cultivation and quick reactions, they managed to escape, otherwise they would have been killed by the spiritual cannon. The three ghost disciples who originally controlled the spiritual power cannon were still searching for enemies in the pit. At this time, they were surprised to see the cannon explode. They ducked and flew to the vicinity of the cannon wreckage to continue searching.

At this time, a fat monk slowly appeared near the pit. He smiled and said to the three ghost disciples: "Are the three donors looking for the little monk?" Without asking, it was obvious that the fat monk was responsible, and the three ghost disciples also Without saying anything, he spread his sword and flew back to the pit to stab the fat monk.

Zhang Wear and others crowded in the small flying boat and raised their necks to watch the excitement. Zhang Tianfang exclaimed: "It's really fun. There are so many masters fighting. It's really lively." He asked Zhang Wear: "Are you the reincarnation of a bad god? Everyone who meets you will be stunned." Unlucky?" Zhang Ping denied: "Don't talk nonsense. Personally, I think he is the God of War. He always wants to fight. "This guy is a typical healer who forgets the pain. With the help of six Buddhist monks, he is in the mood to talk nonsense.

Zhang was afraid that the more leisurely he acted, the angrier the ghost disciples would be. Why? How come I, a top-level ghost disciple, can do nothing against this bastard? The black sword in his hand danced into a heavy hammer and crazily hit the ice wall. After hitting it more than ten times in a row, the ice wall finally shattered. However, there were too many ice walls, and if one side was smashed, there would be another, and the bastard hiding behind the ice wall didn't look at him at all. Instead, he focused on the Buddhists and ghost disciples in the fight. The bastard was watching the fun!

Cultivators rely on magic to establish themselves, but today's fight opened Zhang Ain's horizons. None of the ten ghost disciples used magic weapons. They all attacked with only a black sword. The monks are even more stubborn. They don't even hold their swords. Their figures are as erratic as foam phantoms. You can attack them with all kinds of attacks but you can't hit them.

The ghosts move fast, and so does the monk. The ghosts wear black clothes, and the monks wear gray robes. In the five places where the fight occurred, the fifteen people could not see anyone at all. One side was hazy, with black lines and gray shadows erratic, like this world. It's all erratic.

Zhang Weijing and others were dumbfounded. In the face of such strength, no matter how powerful the magic weapon or spell was, it had to be used. Even if it was a sneak attack, it had to be able to hit people. According to his current methods, the God-subduing snake, piglet, and kitten can be used for defense, but for offense, even if they work together, they may not be able to kill a top-level ghost disciple. And being attacked and hunted several times, the little snakes and pigs couldn't help at all. If it weren't for the magical ice crystal protection, they would have died hundreds of times.

The five great monks looked familiar. They were the Buddhist monks who had escorted four groups of people to the east two days ago. What about the fat monk who came later? Looking around, the fat monk was fighting one against three. He was chatting with the three ghost disciples with a smile: "Where is your boss?"

The five Buddhist monks in front were beating fast, so fast that no one could be seen. The fat monk went in the opposite direction, moving his fat body slowly, lazily raising his fists and kicking his legs. He was able to dodge the enemy's attacks deftly, forcing the enemy to withdraw to protect himself. No matter how fast the three ghost disciples moved, they were as erratic as fog, but they were still confused by his slow movements.

This was another state of affairs, and Zhang was afraid that he would sigh to himself. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that the fights between top-level cultivators were just like ordinary warriors. Zhang Tianfang shouted excitedly: "This is fighting, I like it."

The three ghost disciples who were fighting with the fat monk couldn't suppress their anger. How could they fight three against one? Finally, someone couldn't help but used a spell, and a black fire burned in the sky. Countless dark ghosts jumped in the flames and rushed towards the great monk.

The fat monk shook his head slightly: "The ghost disciples in the Iron Line Valley are nothing more than that." He shouted loudly, and a huge Buddha seal fell down. The black fire was extinguished instantly, and the ghosts in the fire screamed and disappeared. Playing magic tricks with a monk is like lighting a fire in the water and trying to extinguish it.

At this time, four more purple-clothed men flew from the east. They all looked serious and powerful. They flew to the lake and directly plunged into the battle group. One of them attacked the ghost disciple with a broken leg. The other three men killed the three ghost disciples who were injured by the spiritual cannon. The three of them acted in unison, working together to bully one person, killing one and then bullying the next.

At this time, there were six great Buddhists and four top-level saints on the lake, fighting against seventeen top-level ghost disciples. However, three of the ghost disciples were seriously injured and one had a broken leg, which affected their strength.

As soon as the four saints appeared, the seventeen ghost disciples immediately knew that there was no chance today and the mission had failed. When the three saints attacked and seriously injured the ghost disciples, one of the ghost disciples yelled and cursed vilely, abandoned the enemy Buddhists, and fought against the saints.