()Chapter 83 Flying Sword, Flying Sword

Watching the sword flying over the front door and feeling the cold air coming from the flying sword, Zhang Yunpeng broke into cold sweat. You must know that the head of this puppet's body is where his real body is. If he is caught by this

If you are injured by a flying sword, you may suffer the same consequences.

"What a risk!" Zhang Yunpeng let out a long breath. He was about to curse Ouyang Bufan for his sudden attack, but there was another harsh sound piercing the air behind his head.

"No!" Zhang Yunpeng quickly tilted his head, but this time it was a little late. The sharp sword blade passed against the ear of the puppet body and cut off the ear of his puppet body directly.

Ouyang Bufan withdrew the flying sword, looked at Zhang Yunpeng whose ear was cut off by the flying sword, and sneered with a mocking look on his face: "Sure enough, he is not a human being, come on! Get this flat-haired beast down for me!"

It turned out that one of Zhang Yunpeng's ears had been cut off at this time, but there was no trace of blood from the wound, and his expression was very calm, not at all like a painful expression like a person whose ear was cut off. He didn't even look at it.

They didn't even look at the ears that fell on the ground, but stared at Ouyang Bufan who looked proud.

The man in dark green clothes behind Ouyang Bufan heard his order and quickly came forward, surrounding Zhang Yunpeng.

Ouyang Bufan's few calls to the flat-haired beast had already made Zhang Yunpeng very angry. Now that so many people are coming to his door, how can Zhang Yunpeng hold back?

The main body silently operates the spiritual power in the body, and the sharp thin needles made of air are aimed at Ouyang Bufan and his group, who are preparing to attack. As long as Zhang Yunpeng has a thought, the indestructible wind needle can instantly pierce the hearts of these people.

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At this moment, Wang Yurou on the side had already covered her face with frost, and shouted in a very cold and angry tone: "That's enough! Stop it, mother!"

Her hands turned into two streaks of red smoke. The smoke spread out and enveloped several people surrounding Zhang Yunpeng. The red smoke turned into big hands, lifting several people up and throwing them towards the corner.

Ouyang Bufan and his group were all wearing dark green trench coats. It was very funny to be thrown into a pile in the corner like a pile of green vegetables.

After the smoke dissipated, Wang Yurou's hands returned to their original state. Her beautiful face looked sullenly at Ouyang Bufan, who also had a sullen face, and she said coldly: "Ouyang Bufan, have you forgotten the injury you suffered last time? You still have it?"

Dare you act arrogantly with me?"

Ouyang Bufan's eyes twitched, and he touched his chest with his left hand. There was a hideous scar there. This wound almost killed him, if his master hadn't used a very precious elixir to cover it.

His own life had already turned into a pile of loess. And the person who caused this wound was none other than Wang Yurou, who was looking at him with a sullen expression.

"Sister Yurou is indeed majestic, but I am not afraid of you today. We are here to catch these two people under the order of the Dragon King. If Sister Yurou doesn't want to be the enemy of the entire Dragon Group, it's better not to stop them!

"Ouyang Bufan took out a pure gold square token from his arms and said proudly.

Seeing this token, Wang Yurou's face changed, and she exclaimed: "Kowloon Order! Even this thing has been used. Who is this kid?" As he said this, he looked behind him with an expressionless expression.

Their Zhang Yunpeng.

"What? Sister Yurou, are you still planning to intervene?" Ouyang Bufan put away the Nine Dragon Order, his expression even more proud.

But his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly performed a spell, and the flying sword behind his back was shot out in front of him again and started to spin like a windmill. Then he heard the crisp sound of "ding, ding, ding..." that kept ringing.

, countless transparent thin needles kept flying towards Ouyang Bufan, but they were blocked by the flying swords that were circling extremely fast in front of him.

This attack was launched by Zhang Yunpeng. During the time when Ouyang Bufan was talking to Wang Yurou, he had already gathered thousands of wind needles, and now he was firing them at the other side while the other side was not paying attention. However, he never thought that,

His sneak attack was noticed by the opponent and he easily resisted it.

However, Zhang Yunpeng was not discouraged. The spiritual power in his body was circulating again. This time he wanted to kill the annoying Ouyang Bufan in one fell swoop.

Ouyang Bufan, who was controlling the flying sword to block the wind needle, suddenly felt that the air around him was suddenly empty. He suddenly felt difficult to breathe, and his whole face turned red from holding back, but he wanted to shout but couldn't.

However, his reaction was very quick, and he immediately guessed that the other party had moved his hands and feet, so he immediately held his breath, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated, and the suffocating feeling was slightly relieved.

But no matter how high his cultivation level is, he cannot stop breathing completely if he does not reach the Nascent Soul stage. Even if he relies on his spiritual energy to forcibly support himself, the spiritual energy will eventually be exhausted. If this vacuum state is not lifted as soon as possible, I am afraid that

Even he would be suffocated to death.

Having made up his mind, Ouyang Bufan's eyes, which had turned red due to lack of oxygen, stared at Zhang Yunpeng, who was standing not far away with an expressionless face. Then he quickly turned his hands over, and a small piece of yellow paper appeared.

The piece of paper appeared in his fingers. With the help of spiritual power, the small piece of yellow paper burned quickly in the vacuum, and then a faint light curtain wrapped around Ouyang Bufan, surrounding him.

He protects it.

Zhang Yunpeng was shocked when he saw this scene. If he admitted correctly, the small piece of yellow paper the other party took out was a talisman with a defensive spell engraved on it.

"Flying swords, spiritual talismans, it seems that this group of people are indeed monks. I didn't expect that there are monks among this dragon group. This time it is really troublesome!" Zhang Yunpeng thought in his mind.

And here Ouyang Bufan had just finished activating the magic talisman, and he pinched the spell again. The dark green flying sword hovering in front of him trembled violently. The tip of the sword pointed in the direction of Zhang Yunpeng and stopped. Then with Ouyang Bufan's finger, the flying sword

It turned into a dark green light and shot towards Zhang Yunpeng quickly.

This attack came very quickly. Even though Zhang Yunpeng had been prepared for it, the puppet's body was still tied up by Ye Xiaolan's rattan. It was too late to escape even if he wanted to. He had no choice but to control the attack in front of him.

The air was compressed into a thick giant shield, trying to block the flying sword.

Soon the flying sword hit the giant shield made of compressed air in front of Zhang Yunpeng, but the flying sword only stagnated slightly, and then penetrated the giant shield like a broken bamboo and continued to shoot towards Zhang Yunpeng.

However, this lag allowed Zhang Yunpeng to buy a lot of time. The head on the puppet's body suddenly split open, and a golden bird flew out of the head at high speed.

Although Zhang Yunpeng escaped the blow of the flying sword at this time, he was extremely depressed in his heart. He thought angrily: "Why is it that every time I use this human body, it is quickly destroyed? Is it really true?"
Chapter completed!