At first, my friends didn’t know what these paper men were, until someone in the monk exclaimed: “Yellow Turban Strongman!” I finally got it. I will tell you, is the fastest update of novels?

These Yellow Turban Warriors have no life and are created for battle. They are brave and brave, fearless and fearless. For a moment, the monks who formed the formation retreated step by step and were in a mess.

The monk is determined to fight hard, but... this group of dead people won without any meaning, but if they lose, they will die in vain. Who is willing to fight?

"Let's take action together, attack the maximum density, and buff." Xiao Ling roared immediately, "Swoosh swish swish swish..." The dragon tongue bow and phoenix feather arrows were three at a time, and the momentum was like lightning. Often, a yellow turban strongman could not block it. The paper people who were made of strong bows and arrows pierced through the talisman paper, and only in succession did the number of paper people who landed on the ground with great strength.

Such an attack cannot end the life of the Yellow Turban Warriors because they are originally lifeless, and the talismans that make up them are maintained. It is just that one or two of them have nothing to do with the overall situation.

However, Xiao Ling's arrow contains special power, which is specially designed to filthy spiritual energy.

Each Yellow Turban Warrior who was hit is dim and his actions are slow, just like the last round of mission, the skeleton ghost soldiers were caught.

The friends also instantly understood what he meant and used their own methods.

In fact, the methods are the same. Everyone has a Zhuge crossbow, "swoosh swish swish swish..." and they keep shooting.

Although the friends each have their own fighting style, they are dozens of meters away from each other here, whether it is the little guardian's beige, the fat man's song, or Lin Qiuran's magic, they are all beyond the range. Zhuge crossbow is the best and the only choice.

Of course, while shooting, Xiao Ling tore off the pages of Tianshu one by one, and blessed them with acceleration, force, Hook, and energy conservation, which helps with range and power.

Although there were only four people - Park Rou had no golden essence and was not very useful if she shot it - she shot out the momentum of thousands of troops, and the crossbow was as brilliant as the sky and the earth was covered.

One round of attacks only made the Yellow Turban Liss dim and act slowly. After four rounds of attacks, the Yellow Turban Liss has been weakened to a level that can only be used as cannon fodder.

The combat power of the Yellow Turban Warriors before made the monks afraid. But after being weakened by such multiple levels, no matter how weak the monks are, they should be strong. After all, they are the final boss, right?

They all looked at Xiao Ling and his friends with admiration, shouting loudly, and even praying for them.

Helping you in time. This is definitely a real teammate!

For a moment, the morale was greatly shocked, and the formation continued to operate like a sharpening of spiritual light. Taking advantage of the large-scale weakness of the Yellow Turban Warehouses, they were stumbled and unable to gain a foothold. Then the monks rushed forward, with all kinds of spiritual lights, Buddhist mantras, Zen sounds, and scriptures singing...

The Yellow Turban soldiers who attacked from four directions were defeated and more than half of them were wiped out in the blink of an eye. Even if the remaining two directions were protected by bodyguard masters, they would not be able to hold on for long.

"It's you again!" Zhang Boye looked at Xiao Ling and his friends in the direction. His eyes were bleeding and his teeth were chewing.

He reached into his arms, took out an ancient bronze mirror, then reached into his arms, took out a peach wood sword...

He is indeed the Young Master of Longhu Mountain, but it costs money to use equipment and props for the Young Master of Longhu Mountain.

He doesn't care about money, but... the cash he brings with him is always limited. He can't take the bank bank or the vault every day, right?

Moreover, he spent billions of dollars just to kill a country bumpkin... Although he was not short of money, he was afraid of criticism from others.

I really hated Xiao Ling in my heart. I gritted my teeth and took the ultimate move.

Holding the bronze ancient mirror, aimed at Xiao Ling's friends, and slapped the mirror "bang" and it seemed as if Pu Rou was using the hypocritical mirror. A cone-shaped light suddenly shot out, as if turning on the flashlight.

However, this cone light is completely different from ordinary light. Where it is shining, the rain-like lotus, pearls and treasures in the Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragons and Dragons, Buddhist tubes, illusions of heaven and man, and everything created by all the great formations is like the bright sun and melting snow in front of this light, and all disappear.

Then the peach wood sword in Zhang Boye's hand suddenly turned into an extremely dazzling ray of lightning, vaguely like Xiao Ling's phoenix arrow just now, and like a meteor like lightning, blasted towards the cave where the friends were hiding.

In fact, Zhang Boye didn't need to trigger the power of the mirror at all, just look at how he took out the mirror...

Xiao Ling looked at him, then at himself, and the high imitation version of Wei Feifei's demon mirror inlaid on the cave wall. It was exactly the same, it was exactly the same, the difference was nothing more than ipadmini and ipad.

So let alone the extra words, this mirror can definitely see through the illusion, and then the sword is to be thrown over to smash everyone's work.

"Let's go! Go! Go! Go!" Xiao Ling called on his friends to retreat quickly, but he did not move, but took the opportunity to pick up the bow and hit the arrow!

Zhang Boye's demon-scanning mirror illuminated the illusion of the formation and opened up a channel for himself to attack normally, but why didn't it open up a channel for Xiao Ling?

Moreover, this kind of development is much better than Wei Feifei's barely positioning effect with the help of laser aiming...

You must not miss the opportunity, you will never come again!

It's time to say it! Zhang Boye triggered the Demon-Shooting Mirror and activated the Peach Wood Sword. Before he had time to take action at all, Xiao Ling's dragon tongue bow and phoenix feather arrow had already taken the lead!

The light in the demon mirror was cone-shaped, and it was big on Xiao Ling's side. It was only a square meter in front of the young master of the Heavenly Master, but it didn't matter...

"Buzz!" "Chir!" One loud and the other loud, the fire was as bright as a meteor like lightning, and it was firmly inserted into Zhang Boye.

The young master of the Heavenly Master was still motionless, but one of his bodyguards who were dozens of meters away exploded in an instant, turning into coke, and his chest was pierced by a Fengling arrow.

The young master of the Heavenly Master is disgusted with money and can pass the damage on his back at will. Attacking him is equivalent to attacking his back.

The burning flames ignited the Yellow Turban Strongman within ten meters of the boat...

With the power of the phoenix feather arrow, even if it is only affected by the remaining power, it is not something that these paper-paste Yellow Turban strongmen can withstand.

"Ahhhh..." Zhang Boye screamed wildly.

He is really going crazy!

He suddenly evolved the peach wood sword into a thunder and threw it towards Xiao Ling's position.

However...as his skill was released, a long whip with a flashing silver light scurried out from the darkness of the cave, wrapped around Xiao Ling, and dragged him desperately into the cave.

At the same time, there were water flows, iron tools, and all kinds of messy things that were thrown out of the hole to face the lightning.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The lightning shocked continuously, evaporating the water flow like a shattered destruction, melting the iron tools, shattering the messy things, but the power was not diminished at all... and hit the cave wall hard.

"Ahhhh~~~" Xiao Ling and his friends twitched and trembled in an instant.

I don't know that this lightning is millions of volts. Anyway, they were stuck in a more than imagined current, and they were numb and twitching, and they could not move their steps at all.

"Boom..." Lightning, which was beyond imagination, also cracked the stone walls of the cave. Pieces of gravel collapsed and dust filled the sky. It quickly blocked the entrance of the cave and buried the friends below.

Seeing Xiao Ling and his friends being hit by lightning, twisted and melted in the lightning, and turned into ashes... they finally drove away these annoying flies! Zhang Boye was secretly happy, concentrated his energy, and continued to deal with the monks' Tianlong Ba Division Formation with the last bodyguard.

This battle is really tragic!

Although the young master of Tianshi had many magic weapons, it was so dazzling that he was deceived by Xiao Ling and his friends, and was consumed endlessly. Even if he brought many magic weapons, he gradually came to the bottom.

And the monks also suffered heavy casualties!

Seriously speaking, the power of the Tianlong Eight Divisions is absolutely good, with a vast range of atmospheres. No matter how many or few people come, whether they are fast or slow, or whether they fight with high or low, most of them will be curbed. Unfortunately, they met the perverted young master of Longhu Mountain.

Although with the help of Xiao Ling and his friends, most of the magic weapon of the Young Master Longhu Mountain had been consumed, and only one of the six bodyguards around him was left, during this process, most of the formation of the Tianlong Eight Tribes was destroyed. Only two or three monks in cassocks were left, and most of the ordinary monks were killed and injured. The operation of the formation had serious problems.

The next battle between the two sides was completely broken.

The initial sharpness has been exhausted. On one hand, it is grinding with magic weapons, while on the other hand, it is grinding with formations and human life.

The output is getting lower and lower, and the situation is getting worse and worse...

However, the one who finally gained the upper hand was the young master of the Tianshi Mansion. He relied on the bodyguard, the treasure, the remaining Yellow Turban Strongman, and the three-legged tripod and the demon-sight mirror that could easily break the formation, and approached the pagoda at the center of the formation step by step.

But they didn't pay attention. A shallow, subtle beam of light penetrated through the array from not far away, locking onto Zhang Boye's back and leaving without a moment.

Seeing Zhang Boye step by step to the pagoda, his jade heart, which was holding a crystal clear but illusion light churning in it, was about to throw it into the pagoda, and a great monk Muran shouted: "Amitabha! Let's fight with them!"

"Fight! Fight!" The monks shouted together, stimulating the last magic power to condense the heavenly beings, dragons and elephants, Shura, and pounce on them from all directions to protect their last position.

The magic weapon had been used up and his strength was completely exhausted. Suddenly, Zhang Boye's last bodyguard's body expanded, his whole body was red, and his eyes were bleeding and tears: "Shao Tianshi, Senior Brother is incompetent, I can only do this for you."

A loud bang exploded, shaking the earth. The burst of flesh and blood swept across the monks who fought back and instantly wiped out most of them.

Zhang Boye finally found an opportunity, broke through the last obstacle, and was about to pounce into the pagoda with a quick step.

"Buzz!" "Chir!" A sudden familiar bow and arrow roared, and the familiar firelight came into the formation.

!!!(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!