Volume 1 Chapter 461 Two Gangs
Chapter 461 Two Gangs
They were fighting so hard that Zhang Pa had no time to watch. He had to avoid the attack of the spiritual power cannon. He manipulated the big ship to run around while cursing the ghost disciples, and complained to himself why he didn't use the flying boat? The target was small and easy to control, so he chose to use the big ship as a target.
The spiritual power cannon was heavy, and it was very troublesome to turn the muzzle. The three ghost disciples who were manning the cannons aimed for a long time but failed to capture the exact position of the big ship. They cursed inwardly: It's really troublesome to make such a big ship as flexible as a loach. The three looked at each other and made up their minds. The muzzles were lined up in a line. No matter where the big ship was heading, they estimated three points according to its sailing direction and waited for the big ship to hook. As long as the big ship entered the three aiming points, he would fire the cannon and end it.
Zhang Pa concentrated on drawing circles on the lake, manipulating the huge sea ship as flexibly as a fish, and moving forward and backward completely out of common sense. At this time, the cabin door opened again, and Zhang Tianfang stretched his neck and shouted, "Is it okay?" Zhang Pa shouted back, "Shut up."
He didn't know that the ghost disciples were waiting for the boat. With such a large lake, there is always a chance that it will hit the aiming line of the spiritual power cannon. Seeing that the doom was about to come, the place where the spiritual power cannon was placed on the lakeshore suddenly sank, with a few muffled sounds, dust flying, and the cannon fell into the hole. After this incident, the three ghost disciples who were manning the cannon were furious, and they flew up from the diffuse smoke and dust, searching the bottom of the pit with their spiritual consciousness.
The three ghost disciples who were responsible for the response in the air saw the situation on this side and flew over immediately. They entered the pit and flew out with one cannon each, and found a place to place it again.
The pit collapsed and made too much noise. When Zhang Pa saw it, he hurriedly threw out the flying boat and asked the girls to change boats. The ghost disciple with a broken foot who was monitoring him in the air certainly would not let him toss so calmly. He summoned a black sword, controlled the sword with his body, and turned into a black line to stab Zhang Pa. Zhang Pa used an ice wall to block, and cursed: "Is it over yet?"
The ghost disciple with a broken foot was extremely angry. His foot was broken by this kid, and his Guqin magic weapon was gone. Now he wanted to kill him, but the extremely sharp magic sword, extremely fast speed and extremely strong power could not break an ice wall. He shouted and stabbed with the black sword again. Zhang Pa ignored him and surrounded himself with ice walls for protection. After the girls changed to the flying boat, he put away the sea boat and greeted the ghost disciple with a leisurely attitude: "Are you tired?"
The ghost disciple with a broken foot was not angry to death, and shouted: "Fire! Fire!" Now he just wanted to break the ice wall and kill Zhang Pa dozens of times.
The spiritual power cannon exploded as he wished, but it did not attack Zhang Pa, but the cannon exploded itself, seriously injuring the three ghost disciples who came to meet him. It was also thanks to their extremely high cultivation and quick reaction that they successfully escaped, otherwise they would have been buried with the spiritual power cannon. The three ghost disciples who originally controlled the spiritual power cannon were still searching for the enemy in the earth pit. At this time, they were shocked to see the cannon explode. They flew to the vicinity of the cannon wreckage and continued to search.
At this time, a fat monk slowly appeared near the earth pit and said to the three ghost disciples with a smile: "Are the three donors looking for me?" Without asking, it must be the fat monk's trick. The three ghost disciples did not speak, and flew back to the earth pit to stab the fat monk.
Zhang Pa and others squeezed in the small flying boat and looked up to watch the excitement. Zhang Tianfang was amazed: "It's exciting, so many masters fighting, it's really exciting." He asked Zhang Pa: "Are you the reincarnation of the God of Misfortune? Everyone who meets you will be unlucky?" Zhang Pa denied: "Don't talk nonsense, I personally think it's the God of War, always fighting." This guy is a typical one who forgets the pain after the scar heals. With the help of the six great Buddhists, he is in the mood to chat and talk nonsense.
The more leisurely Zhang Pa behaves, the angrier the ghost disciple with a broken foot becomes. Why? Why can't I, a top-level ghost disciple, do anything to this bastard? The black sword in his hand danced like a heavy hammer, smashing the ice wall crazily. After smashing it more than ten times in a row, the ice wall finally broke. However, there were too many ice walls, and one side was smashed and another side was broken. The bastard hiding behind the ice wall didn't even look at him, but focused on the Buddhist and ghost disciples who were fighting. The bastard was watching the fun!
The cultivators rely on magic to make a living, but today's fight opened Zhang Pa's eyes. None of the ten ghost disciples used magic or magic weapons, and they all attacked with only a black sword. The monks were even more arrogant, not even holding a sword, and their figures were as erratic as foam phantoms. No matter how much you attack, you can't hit them.
The ghost disciples moved quickly, and the big monk was also fast. The ghost disciples wore black clothes, and the big monk wore a gray robe. The five places in the fight could not see the figures of the fifteen people at all. One side was hazy, and the black lines and gray shadows were erratic, as if the world was erratic.
Zhang Pa and the others were stunned. In the face of such strength, no matter how powerful the magic weapon or spell is, it must be used when it is available. Even if it is a sneak attack, it must be able to hit the person. According to his current means, the Fu Shen Snake, the piglet, and the kitten can be used for defense. If it is an attack, even if they work together, they may not be able to kill a top-level ghost disciple. And they were attacked and chased several times, and the little snake and the piglet were of no help at all. If it weren't for the magical ice crystal to protect their bodies, they would have died hundreds of times.
The five big monks looked familiar. They were the Buddhists who escorted four groups of people to the east two days ago. What about the fat monk who came later? Looking at it, the fat monk was fighting one against three, and he was chatting with the three ghost disciples with a smile while fighting: "Where is your boss?"
The five Buddhists in front fought fast, so fast that they could not see their shadows. The fat monk did the opposite, moving his fat body slowly, raising his fists and kicking his legs lazily, but he was able to dodge the enemy's attacks skillfully and force the enemy to withdraw his moves to protect himself. Even if the three ghost disciples moved as fast as fog, they were still flustered by his slow movements.
This was another realm. Zhang Pa sighed that he was inferior to him. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have thought that the fight between top-level cultivators was just like that between ordinary warriors. Zhang Tianfang shouted excitedly: "This is a fight. I like it."
The three ghost disciples who were fighting with the fat monk couldn't suppress their anger. Three against one led to this? Finally, someone couldn't help but use magic. A black fire burned the sky, and countless black ghosts jumped in the flames and rushed towards the big monk.
The fat monk shook his head slightly: "The ghost disciples of Tiexian Valley are just like this." He shouted loudly, and a huge Buddhist seal fell down. The black fire was extinguished instantly, and the ghosts in the fire screamed and dissipated. Playing magic with a monk is like lighting a fire in the water, and it will be extinguished.
At this time, four purple-clothed people flew from the east, all with bright eyebrows and majestic eyes. They flew to the lake and directly plunged into the battle group. One of them attacked the ghost disciple with a broken foot. The other three killed the three ghost disciples who were injured by the spiritual cannon. The three acted in unison, bullying one person together, killing one and bullying the next one.
At this time, six great Buddhists and four top-level saints were fighting against seventeen top-level ghost disciples on the lake, but three of the ghost disciples were seriously injured and one had a broken foot, which affected their strength.
As soon as the four saints appeared, the seventeen ghosts knew that there was no hope today and the mission had failed. When the three saints attacked and seriously injured the ghosts, some ghosts shouted and cursed, abandoned the enemy Buddhists, and fought the saints.