Chapter 143: Decisive (1/2)
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three
I saw the green light in Dongfang Yi's hand flourish, and the black mist touched the green light and made a sharp sound, shocking everyone to cover their ears, and the courageous people ran out long ago.
The three women, Xu Huan, Zhou Yi, and Yan Chunyi, have lost their color. They can see the most clearly recently from Zhou Paxiang. The black mist seems to be the face of a woman, with terrifying and terrifying looks. Seeing Dongfang Yi blocking the black Fog, everyone's heart fell slightly.
But at this moment, Dongfang Yi's face suddenly turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and the green glow in his palm was instantly weakened. He slapped the female ghost and slapped the female ghost towards Zhou Paxiang. Fly away, his hands jammed Zhou Paxiang's neck abruptly and lifted him up.
”Come on...” Xu Huan looked at her husband with tears, fear and anger.
At this moment, Yan Chunyi suddenly turned his eyes on Zhuo Bufan and shouted: ”Zuo Bufan, please help me?” I don’t know why, she feels that Zhuo Bufan has a strong self-confidence. Let her think that Zhuo Bufan must have a way.
Seeing Yan Chunyi's pleading gaze, Zhuo Bufan finally made a move. A fireball condensed in the palm of his right hand and slammed into the female ghost's back.
”Zi!”
The female ghost screamed, and a white smoke came out of her body. She instantly released Zhou Paxiang and went straight into the incense burner.
The faces of the fat monk and the thin Taoist changed at the same time. The female ghost handed to them by their senior was originally intended to control Zhou Paxiang, but unexpectedly there was a warlock here, and the fat monk stared at Zhuo Bufan fiercely. , Suppressed murderous intent and said: ”This little brother is also a warlock, but today's affairs are arranged by our ghost master, you'd better not intervene, otherwise...”
He hadn't said the following words, and suddenly found that the thin Taoist priest beside him was holding his neck, his eyes widened, his pupils were full of horror, and scarlet blood was flowing from his fingers.
”Skin...What's wrong with you...!” The fat monk instantly felt that his back was soaked in cold sweat, and he was so close to the skinny Taoist that he didn't realize how the skinny Taoist was annihilated.
The fat monk's gaze fell on Zhuo Bufan, and he said in horror: ”Are you a martial arts master? Inner strength out of the body, ten steps to kill?”
Warlocks, heavenly masters, feng shui masters, monks, etc. are equivalent to the magicians in the game. To prepare spells, CDs are required, just like Dongfang Yi's use of the dead wood spring spell, which needs to be printed in his hands to trigger the energy in the body, and the warrior can instantly give up The energy in the body, but the explosive damage of the wizard is much higher than that of the warrior. Both have advantages and disadvantages.
”Don't kill me... I am the confidant of Master Gui, you let me go, I will definitely not tell Master Gui.” The fat monk trembled lightly all over his body, his strength is about the same as that of a thin Taoist priest, Zhuo Bufan can be silent. Destroying a thin Taoist priest, naturally raising your hand can destroy yourself.
It was just that he had just finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan's five fingers were gathered together, and a blade flew out from the palm of his hand. The fat monk knelt on the ground in pain while holding his neck. The censer in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the black mist condensed in the censer. He seemed to be very afraid of Zhuo Bufan and didn't dare to come out.
”Come here.” Zhuo Bufan grabbed the void with his five fingers, and the black mist flew directly into Zhuo Bufan's palm and hovered on his arm, unwilling to dissipate.