Unparalleled Painted Halberd, Meteors Fall and Destroy Arrows!

There was no need for any communication. Lin Qitian and Wei Zhengxian had all used their best efforts. These two border generals who had not fought side by side after Liujishan showed a tacit understanding beyond ordinary people's imagination.

quick!

Too fast!

The two of them suddenly started to rise. Not to mention ordinary warriors, even Yu Jing, who was watching the battle, Ren Xiaoxiao had no room for help.

Even Zhang Lingfeng, who was the first to be hit, fell into a moment of stiffness.

I could only watch the halberds and arrows meet one by one.

boom!

It's shocking!

The plains were shook, the plants and trees were broken, and large tracts of mud and sand surged into the sky, blocking everyone's vision.

"die!"

Under the golden crown, Wei Zhengxian's eyes were filled with fire, and in an instant, the most fierce killing burst out.

Before Jiazi, he, Lin Qitian and Fang Zhenghao, received guidance from Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Palace. The three of them each learned a top magical skill.

Among them, what he learned was the most obscure and complicated. It was created by the Domineering Master, compiled by later generations, and achieved the method of killing the Overlord in Zhang Xuanba!

Relying on this magical skill, he came from behind and surpassed the other two who were as famous, and was expected to compete with the Wanxiang Mountain man for the throne of the first in Longyuan.

The reason why I was entangled with it was to wait for Lin Qitian to break the altar of this man.

boom!

Without any obstacles or struggles, the halberd and arrows hit all the hits, and a terrifying vibration burst out in the large shattered golden light and qi.

"Dead?!"

Looking at the dust, Yu Jing's face darkened.

Even if he didn't like Zhang Lingfeng, he couldn't sit still and watch him be killed. He took one step and a fierce lightning appeared between his fingers!

But before he could take action, his heart suddenly moved, and he smelled an extremely strong alien aura between his mouth and nose.

"It's Taoism again?"

The painting halberd was raised to wipe out the dust, and Wei Zhengxian's expression sank.

He has experienced many battles in his life and killed hundreds or thousands of enemies with his own hands. The moment the painting halberd hit him, he noticed something strange.

Another art...

"The wooden man died!"

Looking at the wood chips floating above the ruins, Yu Lingxian and others in the crowd were all shocked.

The thunder in the palm of the palm, like a shadow, the golden light curse, and the wood man in the substitute... Zhang Lingfeng has learned too many Taoist techniques.

You should know that the practice of high-level Taoist arts will not be easier than the practice of magical skills. It is amazing for most people in the world to be able to learn one Taoist art.

This Lingfeng...

"A such a sure killing situation can be defeated..."

Under the ruins, Ren Xiaoxiao waved his hand and opened the dust between his mouth and nose, looking at the floating wood chips, and was shocked.

Taoism is obscure and difficult to practice, and it has many restrictions when used, and it is very easy to be restrained by others, and its defects are extremely great.

But to this day, Taoism has a slight higher status in the martial arts world than martial arts, so naturally it is not without cause.

The strangeness of Taoism is beyond the reach of martial arts.

At this moment, the two great masters, even though they were determined to make up for their own calculations, they could not escape without thinking.

But where is his altar?

The thoughts of the crowd were turning, and in the moment, the familiar laughter had echoed again on the plain.

Not dead!

Yu Lingxian and others felt a little cold in their hearts. The sacrifice platform was not his altar?

But beyond this Xicheng, there are only plains and wheat fields, and there are not even mountains and forests. Where can he set up an altar?

"Who would have thought that two martial arts masters who have been famous for many years would join forces to deal with me as an unknown person today?"

The laughter echoed, but no one was seen.

"What a pity, the sacrifice platform is my altar, but my altar is more than just an sacrifice altar for the sacrifice of the sky?"

Only strands of mist floated from nowhere. The mist was thin, but it was large enough to be blown by the strong wind, and soon enveloped the entire plain.

"This 'Dao Fog' can cover such a huge place?!"

In the crowd, the three girls Yu Lingxian looked at each other in shock.

Heaven and earth are at the end of the last catastrophe. Although there is a recovery, the Taoist technique is absolutely impossible as unlimited as it was in ancient times.

Even if you put down ten and twenty altars, you should not be able to cover such a huge plain.

Not only three people and those in the crowd who knew Taoism, even Ren Xiaoxiao was moved.

Xue Dilong, the first assistant of the world, is the most superb Taoist technique. According to legend, one of the five thunder magic can retreat to the Martial Saint.

However, even in the battle of becoming famous, he set up thirty-six altars to fight against "Han Qingfa", it seemed that the coverage of Taoism was not as good as this time.

"This Zhang Lingfeng..."

Invisibly, Ren Xiaoxiao felt depressed.

Such a formation, even if a hundred thousand elite troops set up a battle formation and stimulate blood and energy, they may not be able to disperse...

"Actually, compared to Wei Zhengxian, I am more afraid of you, Lin Qitian..."

In the deep voice.

The fog was still spreading until Lin Qitian, who was exposed after the arrow was about to fire, and Yu Fangzhou, Nanshanba and others were also shrouded in it.

Zhang Lingfeng hid in the mist, his figure sometimes disappeared, and even the few great masters present could not lock in his place.

"I still underestimate you."

Lin Qitian stood with his bow, his eyes as lightning as lightning, and the thin mist could not block his gaze. He saw Zhang Lingfeng who appeared in the mist at first glance.

His heart was full of solemnity.

Before coming to Daocheng, Wang Muzhi thought it was the biggest obstacle in his heart. Even though he knew that the judge's Taoist fruit was extremely dangerous, Zhang Lingfeng was too young and he didn't care how much he cared about it.

Even if he found out that he had somehow broken the entrance, he was promoted to the Grand Master.

Until I saw his Taoist technique on Longyuan River...

This made him terrified.

Not only was his Taoist art ingeniousness, but he was also surprised by the origin of his Taoist art.

There are many martial arts secrets and Taoist manuals in the Longyuan Palace. However, Taoist techniques are not martial arts. If you want to practice Taoist techniques, you must have the "inheritance of the divine seeds".

As far as he knows, Zhang Lingfeng rarely left the mansion after he was eight years old, and for twenty years he was confined to the mansion.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He has no possibility of becoming a disciple, nor has he no channel to access so many high-quality Taoist techniques.

Who has passed on so many Taoist techniques?!

"The Grand Master-level Archer is rare in the world. If you don't die, I'm like a thorn in my throat and a light on my back!"

Zhang Lingfeng was dressed and slapped the dust that did not exist on his sleeves and said lightly:

"A wooden man has worked hard for ten years, but it is not a loss to be able to lure you out."

There are many warriors in the world, and countless, but no one among the thousands is good at archery, let alone become a master with archery skills.

The battle formation is first, and the generals and the flag are captured. Lin Qitian is not as good as Wei Zhengxian and Fang Zhenghao. But his bow in his hand is enough to make any great master feel as if he is on his back.

"It seems that you are not as peaceful as you have shown in those years of being confined. Who is doing things for you, Wang Muzhi?"

Wei Zheng first came to pick the painting halberd and looked around.

In the hazy fog, his perception was much slower, but he still locked in Yu Jing who was stepping out at a glance.

Yu Jing said nothing, looking at Zhang Lingfeng with a cold look, unrestrained:

"You have laid the altar in the Dao City?"

"Um?!"

After hearing Yu Jing's words, Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian were shocked and looked at the Daocheng at the same time.

When I saw this, I found something strange.

The source of the fog blown by the wind really comes from Longyuan Dao City!

"Take the city as the altar?!"

Inside and outside the plain, everyone's heart was shocked.
To be continued...