Chen Weiming moved casually, and a lightning flash flew out of the Wanyan Dao Wheel and killed the killer.

This is not an ordinary lightning, it is actually a black light, without energy, it is purely a condensation of Taoist patterns, and it is not an ordinary Taoist pattern, it is a reverse lightning Taoist pattern.

The killer's intuition told the Kowloon-Stage Killer that this lightning bolt was very strange and probably extraordinary. The killer's vigilance made him choose to dodge. It is indeed a shame that a Kowloon-Stage Cultivator dodges the attack of a Kowloon-Stage Cultivator, but for a Kowloon-Stage Cultivator, life and death are the most important.

His intuition was very accurate, but unfortunately Chen Weiming would not give him a chance, because he also wanted to know what was so magical about this lightning. His figure flashed, and his feet stepped on the snow, and the snow surged and thrust in all directions like a long whip. It forced the man to escape for a while. In an instant, the black lightning had already hit.

There was no imagined energy explosion, no terrible catharsis, silently. But the Kowloon Stage Killer was shocked, and the aura on his body instantly weakened by nearly half. Moreover, the black lightning did not dissipate directly, but continued to wrap around him.

"ah!"

The Killer of Kongming Period was shocked and roared, trying to use his true energy and mental power to dispel the black lightning, but he found that he could not do Taoism. It seemed that the black lightning had become a very strange energy, and it could not be removed from other energy at all, or it was originally a pattern, unless the means to dispel the Taoist pattern was found.

Wrapped by black lightning, he felt that the energy in his body was instantly depressed. After careful feeling, he realized that it was not true qi, but Taoist patterns. These black Taoist patterns were like shackles, locking their Taoist patterns and making it difficult to exert them.

"This... what kind of magical power is this!"

He was shocked and couldn't help but roar. He had never heard of such a magical power. A flash of lightning could actually lock the Taoist patterns in his body, instantly reducing his combat power. Not to mention that, he can now exert up to 70% of his combat power.

Chen Weiming smiled slightly: "I don't know either, but now I know!"

He just felt that he could use this magical power, but he didn't know what it was for. At this moment, he understood it clearly. Wan Yan Daolun has the ability to interpret the understanding of other people's magical channels and can also release the attacks that suppress the opponent's Taoist patterns.

Those attacks do not have direct attack power, but can suppress the opponent's combat power. For evenly matched monks, such supernatural powers are more terrifying than direct attack power.

He had no intention of continuing to study while someone was sick and killed someone. He raised his hand and urged Qian Xueyin to kill the man.

The snow is like an arrow, dense and murderous.

But the other party is not an easy person. A killer in the Kongming stage has too many experiences in dealing with the challenge than ordinary monks. This person felt that his murderous intent was soaring, and he knew it was not good. He held the lightning and condensed, like a lightning sun, bright and dazzling. He slapped the snow eggshell with his palm, and directly blasted a gap, and rushed out with a flash.

The situation was wrong. The Killer of the Kongming period did not counterattack Chen Weiming, but chose to retreat temporarily. He could not retreat, but he also knew that this was not a good time to fight. He was waiting for the black lightning to disappear on his body. Although he could not understand this magical power, he could infer that the duration of such magical power must be limited.

Unexpectedly, the other party could still have such combat power, Chen Weiming also frowned slightly. Qian Xueyin had a strong attack power, but it was not that easy to use. The consumption of urging this move was almost comparable to that of Qinglian Sword Song. It was not long before he used it twice, which made him feel a little tired, not only his true energy, but also his mental power wasting.

"Who are you!" The killer of Kongming's period looked expressionless and stared at Chen Weiming and asked coldly.

This person's methods are simply incredible, and with Yanyun Pavilion's intelligence collection ability, it is impossible to have no information about this person.

What is this person’s origin, where is his master, why did he serve as a guard in the Ji royal family, or what hidden means does the Ji royal family have? If this is true, this must be an extremely important piece of information.

"Kill your person!"

How could Chen Weiming explain to him? Over the years, he has seen too many people die in the explanation after the plan succeeds, and wasted the opportunity to take action. He would not make such a mistake.

But even so, it is not so easy to succeed. After all, this is a killer in the Kongming stage, with too rich combat experience. He does not respond directly at all, but just wanders around and fights constantly, making Chen Weiming unable to succeed for the time being and cannot get rid of it.

"You are very good!" said the killer in Kongming. "Under normal circumstances, even if you are one level higher than you, you may lose to you. What a pity, I am a killer and I have killed too many people."

"Since that's the case, has anyone ever told you that a killer with too much nonsense will definitely not live long!"

Chen Weiming shouted deeply, and his heart moved. A vein of the earth's energy surged into the sky, like a dragon killing the man.

Although the agile old killer flashed the attack, he was still shocked and shouted: "This... this is... Feng Shui technique!"

"You are right!" Chen Weiming snorted coldly, urging the earth vein aura to wind like a flying dragon, constantly attacking, and at the same time took out a talisman and slapped it out.

"boom!"

An ice-tip pillar fell from the sky and rushed out directly. After a long analysis in his mind, he finally confirmed that the means of preservation are definitely not a good way. If he can't kill this person, it will be even more trouble. Since this is the case, he will do his best.

"Tactic Art!"

The man's pupils shrank again. Feng Shui techniques and talisman art were the two great supernatural powers left by the Nine Yang Zhenren in the past. There were very few people in the world who could see Feng Shui scriptures and talisman scriptures, but there were almost no one who could learn them.

The person in front of him... suddenly, his heart trembled. He remembered a person, a person who had been said to have died twenty years ago. Although that person was his junior, no killer dared to despise that person until now.

"You are...walker! You are not dead!"

He exclaimed, soared into the air and was no longer ready to continue fighting. This is an extremely important message. As long as you take it back, you will not only be exempted from punishment, but also receive a lot of rewards.

"Yes, I'm not dead yet!"

Chen Weiming urged the Wind Wings, and a light flash had already been activated. He held the wind saw knife in his hand and fell down. He was full of murderous intent and forced the killer to the ground. At the same time, a green light condensed in his hand and laughed softly: "Try the Qinglian Sword Song!"

"No!"

The man exclaimed, the legend of the Qinglian Sword Song was enough to make him lose his will to fight.

Amid the screams, several talismans and the earth's veins came to kill, and they passed through their chests directly from behind.

The man had no time to scream and could not get up.

Chen Weiming did not step forward and gave him the last blow, but suddenly turned around and looked behind him. There was a man, an old man with white hair and beard, appearing there.
Chapter completed!