Within a few breaths, Jing Hua produced a hundred talismans, which belonged to the thunder system, the fire system and the yang system. Thunder and fire were nothing more than, the yang system talismans restrained the Yin objects and greatly damaged the "Iron Armored Ghost Guard".

If the ghost guard is unscathed, it will dodge the talisman and reduce its damage. However, it was severely injured by the "Spirit Breaking Axe". Before it could get up, lightning and fireballs followed one after another.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

I saw fires shining everywhere, electric flowers were everywhere, and the ghost guards were beaten to squeak, rolling back and forth among the grass.

Sang Qingniu's eyes were so bloody that he repeatedly called out talismans to rescue him. However, his talisman speed was far less than Jing Hua's. He only scored twenty or thirty pictures in front and back, but Jing Hua dodged left and right, which was more than most of the attacks.

A few wind blades and fireballs had no time to avoid them. Jing Hua was wearing "silk cotton armor" and was not afraid of low-level talismans. He was focused on killing the ghost guards and striving to make achievements in a short period of time. The yang system talismans restrained him the most. More than a hundred talismans were used up, and the yin energy around the ghost guards was obviously thin.

"Crash..."

The "Iron Armored Ghost Guard" has a good cultivation level. He pulled out the "Spirit Breaking Axe" while rolling, threw it aside, and was about to lift up with a knife. Jing Hua saw that its iron armor fell off and the skeleton inside leaked out in many places, and knew that the temperature was almost the same.

"Go!"

He raised his left hand and a black and white iron rod became bigger and bigger, soon as it was as thick as the mouth of a cup.

This is the "Qiankun Inverted Stick". There are forty-nine layers of bans for sacrifice and refining, which is a magic weapon used by martial artists. It can only hold it in its palm and rely on the power of a monk to wield and attack the enemy, and cannot release it in the air like the "Cold Spring Shadow Sword".

However, the magic weapon is made of meteorite from the sky. In addition to being heavy and tough, it contains strange metal magic power. After hitting the enemy, it can also release strange spiritual power to destroy the qi in the body of the monks and monsters.

Jing Hua bought it from the guest of Guanyuezhai and spent three pieces of spiritual jade.

His martial arts realm has reached the foundation of building, and he has never chosen magic weapons. The reason is that, first, there is not much time to practice, and there is no time to care about others; second, regardless of past and present, Jing Hua has never practiced weapons and does not know where to start.

Finally, I chose "The Stick of the Universe" as a coincidence, and it was a blessing to my heart. In addition to feeling it like it, Jing Hua in his previous life practiced "primary stick technique" in physical education class.

At that time, he spent more than ten yuan to buy an ash pole and went to the playground to practice every morning. Although he was not skilled and proficient, he was much better than having no knowledge of other weapons.

"Bang!"

The big stick hit the ankle of the ghost guard from top to bottom. Its legs and feet were just hit by the talisman, and most of the armored iron pieces fell off, and there was no sufficient protection barrier.

"Click!"

After a crisp sound, the skeleton of the left foot of the ghost guard broke. Before it could lift the knife to fight back, the big stick hit the ground like raindrops, hitting the limbs and heads and faces. Only the sound of "clicking" was heard constantly, and the ghost guard's limbs were injured one after another and rolled to the ground again.

If both sides fight normally, the ghost guard's sword technique will stabilize the one end of Jing Hua, and there will never be one-sided situation. However, the ghost soldiers are dead, but the monks are alive. They have combined tactics and agile attacks, and the "iron armored ghost guard" will not be able to resist.

Although Sang Qingniu had achieved perfection in foundation building, he did not dare to fight with the martial artist in close combat. Seeing the ghost guards fall to the ground and be beaten, he hurriedly used magic to defend the ghost soldiers, and then attacked Jing Hua with talismans and talismans.

"Chirky..."

"Swoosh..."

Two fire crows and an ice snake jumped out one after another, automatically locking Jing Hua. At this moment, the ghost was wrapped up and down by "no drop of water", slowly recovered from the consciousness and slowly got up from the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang bang..."

The "Cantonese Rod" dances like the wind, with dozens of sticks hitting the water membrane. At this moment, if you dodge the fire crow and the ice snake, it will undoubtedly give the ghost guards time to regain their momentum.

Weighing the pros and cons, Jing Hua operates the "Shura Golden Body" to resist the opponent's talismans and talismans.

"Boom..."

"laugh......"

Despite the protection of the body with "silk-out cotton armor", it is impossible to block all the damage. Jing Hua's nose and mouth are covered with blood, and his appearance is very terrifying.

Fortunately, the talisman and talisman are of low level and cannot cause a fatal threat. Jing Hua was hit by several strokes, and the big stick always danced like flying.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang..."

The defense of "no drop of water" is extremely strong, and there will always be an end to it. The battle situation is reversed and irreversible. After dozens of sticks, the water film is cracked.

Jing Hua continued to work hard, and greeted the ghost guards with all their big sticks. The sound of "bang" was endless, and the "iron armored ghost guards" had all their limbs and they lost their ability to fight.

“Much…”

After being hit by dozens of sticks, the yin energy around the "Iron Armored Ghost Guard" became weaker and weaker, and it was about to collapse. Sang Qingniu's magic weapon was trapped by the flying sword, and there was no other way except to send talismans and cast spells.

Jing Hua's stick was like rain, and several talismans and talismans were hit by his body, and his injuries were aggravated immediately. However, with the "Shura Golden Body" protecting the body, it did not affect the battle formation.

He judged the situation, adjusted his body, and moved closer to his opponent without any trace.

"break!"

With a sudden shout, "Thunder rushes through the four fields" surged out, rushing straight to Sang Qingniu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Sang Qingniu was desperately typing out the talisman and the talisman, trying to save the ghost guard. He was hit by the thunder roar, and his eyes became blurred in an instant.

"not good!"

Sang Qingniu practiced himself in order to achieve his own practice, but he did not completely widen the distance. In addition, he was concerned about the ghost guards and was busy attacking Jing Hua, and did not pay attention to the distance between the two sides being slightly closer.

When the thunder roar came, Sang Qingniu roared loudly, and was about to use "no drop of water" to bless him, there was a loud "clang" sound in front of his forehead. His eyes turned black and he immediately turned over and fell to the ground, and his personnel were not awake.

"call......"

Jing Hua stood with his stick and gasped slightly. Just now, he hit the ghost guards, secretly adjusting the direction, and then suddenly exerted force, rushed forward several feet, and took advantage of the power of "Thunder and Shishishishi" to subdue Sang Qingniu in one fell swoop.

For the first time, he used "stick technique" to fight against the enemy, which was completely a swinging baton and there was no way to describe his composition. Even so, killing hundreds of sticks in a few breaths is also a huge burden on his body.

"Pai..."

The "Silk-winding Demon Catching Net" fell to the ground without anyone controlling it. Jing Hua retracted the flying sword, came to Sang Qingniu, leaned over and fumbled carefully, and soon found the eleven "dao card". He turned around and waved to Shang Pengshou.

"Brother Shang, the task is done."

"ah......"

Shang Pengshou woke up from his dream and closed his mouth.

Just now, he was so dazzled that he forgot to search for the "dao card". After last match against Pang Wei and his sister, Shang Pengshou knew that his combat power was inferior to Jing Hua. But for the third time he witnessed the other party taking action, he was shocked by what he saw and heard again.

The "Three Ghosts of Sanghe" were born as casual cultivators and did not have powerful magic weapons to protect themselves. But Sang Qingniu had achieved perfection in foundation building, and his cultivation level was stable to Jing Hua.

According to common sense, when the two compete in magic weapons, Jing Hua should be suppressed. Moreover, Sang Qingniu has ghost guards to take advantage of two to one.

If the white wolf is on the side, it is normal to have two to two, and the stalemate is uneven. But just now, Shang Pengshou could see clearly that the situation is completely different from the imagination.

The two sides competed with magic weapons, and the wire mesh was almost evenly matched against the flying sword, and the gap in cultivation was smeared. Sang Qingniu made a lot of calculations, but he miscalculated the situation from the beginning.

The foundation-building monk could only release one magic weapon, and the wire mesh was dragged by the flying sword, and Sang Qingniu lost his greatest support. The "Iron Armored Ghost Guard" had great combat power, but he met his opponent's dual spiritual martial arts cultivation.

Shang Pengshou had heard of the extraordinary combat power of "Tao Cultivation" and had never witnessed it with his own eyes. He had never experienced it deeply. He witnessed Jing Hua's magic weapon breaking his opponent and using a stick to suppress the ghost guards, and then he realized that the other party was actually hidden. His previous judgments about him were almost a glimpse of it, and he could only see it.

When he was in a different place, Shang Pengshou asked himself, it was difficult to deal with the Ghost Guard and Sang Qingniu at the same time. Without using the talisman treasure, he could only rely on fierce battles to find opportunities.

Jing Hua has such combat power, but he never speaks out on weekdays. He rarely says loudly and shows off arrogantly. Shang Pengshou secretly thanked that he has no choice but to choose a suitable "companion".

"Brother Shang...Brother Shang..."

Shang Pengshouzi woke up in a trance and looked back in shock. He saw Jing Hua holding the "dao sign" in his hand and standing not far away.

"Brother Jing...you..."

"Brother Shang, wake up Sang Qingma, let's leave immediately. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time..."

Shang Pengshou returned to his calmness and quickly cast a spell to save the person.

"Brother Jing, how many signs have you found?"

"Eleven side... The 'Sanghe Three Ghosts' are really crazy. They can pass the test with nine sides, so why are they stopping us from doing?"

Shang Pengshou thought for a while, but he still felt unable to understand.

"Maybe they are insatiable and want to rob magic weapons and pills are unknown..."

"It's possible... I just searched Sang Qingniu and found that he had several ordinary magic weapons in his arms, all kinds of, probably robbed..."
Chapter completed!