"Shamanism?"

Shang Biao spoke and broke the dull atmosphere, and he was at a disadvantage in his momentum. After he spoke, the old woman also withdrew her momentum.

Neither of them are melee warriors who are fist-to-mouth, and momentum can only provide a basic judgment for them.

After malicious peeping, Shang Biao got some information about the old woman opposite.

Shaman Damara

Forces: Qing Dynasty-Shaman Eastern Church

Level: Colorful Shaman

Ability: divination, song of sacrifice to gods, spiritual communication??

Magic tool: Drum of sacrifice to the gods??

Note: This is an old shaman who was driven out of the capital and had no hope of being promoted to sacrifice. Your missionary violated the Damala line. The battle of faith will never end.

How about divination? No wonder he was able to find his position so accurately. Shang Biao had only contacted the disciples of the shamanism in the shamanism, and he really didn't know much about what kind of abilities this primitive shaman had.

"Those who abandon God will eventually abandon you!"

Damala's hoarse voice was comparable to Shang Biao's old raven voice. It was probably one of the reasons why she was not popular and was driven to Xiangyang.

"Okay, it seems that you can't communicate normally. Then let's do it, see if you die or I die!"

Shang Biao saw the four words "Unlivation" in the cinema notes and lost interest in talking, so he finished it.

The magic sword took the lead, and passed a stream of light and poked the opponent's Liuyang leader directly.

"Maru, Umai!"

Damara chanted a sentence, spinning lightly, and the magic sword flew over her body.

"Dong"

Then the divine drum was beaten hard, and Damara jumped and rotated with the rhythm of the drum beat.

A strange feeling lingered in Shang Biao's mind, and the accuracy of the magic sword's move became more and more biased.

When a ghost appeared in front of him, Shang Biao woke up and took out the soul-squeezing bell to shake it, resisting Damara's singing.

The Yinshan School is also the best at playing with the soul.

The soul-locking curse talisman that emits evil spirits floated down on the magic sword, the talisman was burned, and a few wisps of black smoke floated towards Damala.

After casting the spell, Shang Biao stopped fighting the sword and rushed forward with a quick step.

The seven-star steps change, reflecting the Pojun star in the sky, and starry lights on the magic sword.

Shang Biao is not good at melee combat, which is in comparison.

When he is hostile to a professional warrior, he naturally has to distance himself from casting spells. However, when a profession like a shaman is not invited to a god, everyone is half a dozen. Shang Biao has the advantage of weapons, which is enough to crush Damara.

When his magic sword fell, the smoke from the soul-locking curse also arrived in front of Damara.

The drum sound suddenly stopped, and a scarecrow floated out of Damara's arms, attracted the smoke from the soul-locking curse, and then took the initiative to block the sword.

"coax"

A flame ignited from the scarecrow, and smoke filled the surroundings. Shang Biao took a few steps back vigilantly.

In the past, he used the Black Order Flag to summon the Yin Qi to confuse the enemy, but now he has also tasted the feeling of his opponent's position being greatly lost in the Yin Qi.

"Hufengshen, Om, appear quickly!"

Faced with this situation, Shang Biao was not anxious or panicked. He had long thought about how his methods would be restrained, and this time it was just the opposite.

The magic sword lights a rune and dances, and the spell and steps are combined, and the sword is used instead.

Mobilize the kidney and lung qi in the body, pour it into the throat cavity, call the Emperor's order with the tongue and the tongue, and blow the essence and qi to the Xun position.

Above the magic sword, the basic talisman of the Lushan School called the Gods was activated, turning into a hurricane to sweep away the smoke around it.

The smoke dissipated, and Damara's figure appeared in Shang Biao's eyes again.

But she looks different now than before. Her black pupils shrink slightly and are squeezed and wrapped by yellowed whites.

A pure white fox phantom floated behind him, and three fox tails trembled with the wind.

It was a fox again. Shang Biao remembered the witch Hu whom he had met, and wondered what the differences were between the two of them.

Damala did not give Shang Biao time to continue observing. In a psychic state, he rushed towards Shang Biao like a wild beast.

The starlight turned into a shield and blocked it in front of you.

Facing the fierce Damara, Shang Biao made a quick decision to change the defensive, preparing to test the depth of Damara after the old immortal possessed him.

"Sher!"

The starlight was like paper, and was instantly torn apart by the fox claws stretched out from the phantom behind Damara. As soon as Shang Biao's magic sword was retracted half of it, he was shot to fly several meters away.

Rolling around like a gourd on the ground for several times, before stopping, he noticed that the threat continued to attack, and Shang Biao didn't care about hiding. The ghost boy sensed his thoughts and drilled out a skeleton and stopped Damala who was chasing him.

The blood stained the ground red. Shang Biao vomited a large mouthful of blood after getting up, and he breathed in his chest.

The fox claws left three deep bone-deep wounds on him, and it took seven or eight pieces of the hemostatic talisman to stop the blood from gushing out.

This is much more powerful than the great immortal invited by the witch Hu. Shang Biao calmed down his breath with his magic sword and retreated dozens of steps backwards.

With just a few short breaths, the ghost boy was almost unable to resist, so Shang Biao could only hope that the thunder method could help him turn defeat into victory.

The Five Thunder Slashing Ghost Seal was sacrificed, and under the influence of the injuries on the body, the Gangbu step did not move smoothly before.

The roaring thunder attracted Damara's attention to Shang Biao. As a shaman who had seen the Taoist Dharma of various sects of the Central Plains, she knew what this meant.

Thunder method!

Recalling the terrifying Tianwei he had seen, Damala was suddenly shocked.

The fox behind him was divided into three, each with a tail. Damala himself turned into three like he had learned the art of cloning.

One of the clones was entangled with the ghost boy, and the other two figures ran forward and backward like Shang Biao.

As soon as the Thunder Magic Mantra was chanting the last word, Damara rushed to her eyes.

Without thinking about it, Shang Biao directly locked his clone, which was less than five steps away from him. The thunder slashed through the sky and slashed down.

The dark blue thunder fell on the clone, shattering like a illusion moon in the water.

Damala, who followed closely behind, showed a smug smile, and his speed of progress increased a little.

However, the smile on his face had not lasted for a few seconds. Damara noticed the remaining water-blue light ball that was struck by the thunder. As soon as the idea of ​​retreating arose, the deafening blast sound penetrated into her ears.

Two dark and smoked bodies were blown out of the explosion center, and there was no response after landing.

Is this the power of Guishui Yin Lei? There have been many people who have learned thunder magic throughout the ages, but the Taoist priest who summoned thunder and struck him was probably the first one.

I don’t know how long it took, Shang Biao, who was fainted by the bomb, woke up and sighed.

I opened my eyelids and found that the sun had hung in the middle, and I was leaning against a big tree.

"Master, are you awake?"

“Where is this?”
Chapter completed!