"What the hell."

Wei Bohou muttered.

His slingshot technique also has sporadic shadows of magic. He had heard of it as early as when he was studying art. It is an iron rule in the spiritual world.

It is extremely dangerous to show your holiness in front of others. If you are not careful, you will end up in an eternal disaster.

Fantasy, forbidden, secret, mysterious, spiritual, curse, rampant...

All categories will be affected to a greater or lesser extent, and their power will be greatly reduced.

The people in the countryside there rely on one or two magic tricks to deceive stupid men and women, which cannot be considered real magic.

For real skills, the smaller the audience, the better the effect.

What is the world of spiritual practice? A place where people who understand magic can communicate privately, or compete with each other, or work hard to display their talents within the circle they have drawn.

Ordinary people have mixed personalities. Once they collide, their spells may fail, or they may backfire on themselves.

Wan Rongshi took the opportunity to break into the arms of Gu Jian, his arms were wrapped like withered vines, he held the ancient sword and raised it low, then threw it to the ground with his backhand.

The ancient sword was kicked up into the air by me and slammed towards the ground like it was being smashed.

The belly of the dead female wolf squirmed and split open, revealing a large, bloody wolf.

I thought that the other party's speed was incredibly slow, and he avoided the stranger in a flash.

So, after a small battle, the swords were slightly damaged and piled up into mountains and melted again.

It was this time that I won a small victory. Standing under the mountains of wolf carcasses with a scimitar in my mouth, I saw a scene I will never forget.

"You have to be humble to be able to bow down to heaven."

"Old dog, let him come over and try again."

In addition to mastering spells, you also need to learn the art of bow, horse, fist, and swordsmanship.

"Blessed by the white sweat."

As a large number of Hu people were killed and seriously injured in the battle, a steady stream of peripheral manpower was added, giving him the opportunity to get closer.

But Wei Bohou knew what he was capable of. Even if he fired all the marbles under his body, how many Zhongsheng could he kill?

Wan Rong was thrown away and was dizzy. He vaguely saw Wan Rongshi stretching his legs in an attempt to kick the barbarian away.

We still need to pinpoint Zhong Sheng's vital points and take action before we can help little brother Gu Jian

Wei Bohou moved his muscles and bones, and the muscles all over his body trembled, causing his close-fitting clothes to swell and tear.

Did that Zhongsheng priest have to face the enemy with his bare hands and the ancient sword of the barbarian?

Wan Rongshi took off his robe, revealing his burly body. I am in my late sixties and can eat half a cow for each meal. When I spend the night, I must have ten men in the tent to serve me.

The barbarian with the ancient sword was so scrupulous in the successive killings that he frequently slashed at the waist and vertically, and chopped the Wanrong scimitar and spear into pieces like tofu.

With the other hand, hold the waist of Gu Jian, "Get up!"

"Old dog, you're done with him, bah, bah, bah."

In addition to the head of the ancient sword, the barbarian is also the coveted trophy of Wanrong Warrior.

"Enough!"

My palms are incredibly flexible, following the movement of the long sword and locking the arm of the ancient sword.

The ancient sword was polite to me, and he stepped down slowly with the barbarian in hand, then saw the opportunity and stabbed out.

Only by cultivating to the level of manifestation can one transcend this iron law and avoid backlash.

For example, the altar with the ten branches in the Tao is not one of the props used by human beings to show their holiness, and it cannot weaken the backlash effect.

Will destroying this grave bag help me?

As a side note, in order to circumvent the iron law of spiritual practice, I want to come up with many ways.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of sword light rolled in, covering the body of the ancient sword.

Wei Bohou walked slowly, his arms stretched out but not fully extended, like a small roc with slightly bent wings, his feet focused on the ground.

That melting mouth left traces after killing thousands of people. Before the blood and stains were washed away, they were even sharper and sharper.

"Gu Jian, the person who killed him was Wan Rongshi from the Prairie Sacrifice Group."

My hands are empty. Do I have the scimitar, stone hammer, or spear, bow and arrow that Zhong Sheng is accustomed to?

Is it possible that both of them are powerful men at the level of manifest sage?

However, it also evolved from the Taoist practice of ascending to the altar.

Wei Bohou, but he has to fight against the barbarians in Wanrong's hands with empty hands?

Many years ago, when I became a member of the grassland priests, I still think of the scene and the cycle of life and death.

Gu Jian took the opportunity to roll up and stand up. I just suffered a loss and I want to get it back immediately.

Unknowingly, his hidden tribe has gradually approached the core area

The eldest brother's ability to spit fire can be regarded as a natural talent, but the two barbarian old dogs opposite him repeatedly performed evil spells under the gaze of many barbarians.

The barbarian stabbed at my chest, as slow as lightning, and the cold light penetrated my bones.

Wei Bohou leaped like a frightened bird, bouncing into the air to avoid the barbarian's sharp edge.

The ancient sword hit the ground hard like it was thrown out of a bag, making a huge dent.

Today, standing behind the ancient sword, I can strike with all my strength again.

He took a small breath, his head was a little cloudy, and he swung the barbarian to the ground, slashing at his ankles.

I was thrown to pieces and my mouth was full of anger.

Grassland Zhongsheng’s secret skill... the hug and throw method!

As soon as he took action, Wei Bohou seemed to sense it and swung the ancient sword in a circle, directly smashing it into the depths of the ground.

No way!

"It must be a witchcraft. It makes sense. If there is nothing wrong with the grave bag."

The maintenance and use of abnormal steel knives are not particular. Try to use strong bones and avoid soft bones. Even if the angle of the knife is correct, the edge will collapse and the blade will be distorted and damaged.

I have been wise in my years and can recite Chinese poetry. When I sing the songs of the grassland, the birds shed tears.

Are you sure that Wanrong’s Tongtian Family has the same effect as the Lidao Altar?

I drew the barbarian back into my arms, saw the opportunity, and stabbed Wei Bohou in the waist.

As for using the edge of the knife or the edge of the sword to strike and chop, causing sparks to fly, this is the behavior of a prodigal.

The battlefield with thousands of troops and horses, the line between life and death, the evil spirit soaring to the sky, is the most restrained magic.

Su Xianwen stood far in front, squeezing the staff in his hand and looking at Wan Rongshi's back.

The ground was shaken by the impact, and small human-shaped pits were stacked on top of each other, making the ground softer and softer.

In particular, he ranks first in the tribe in terms of bravery. He once single-handedly wiped out a pack of wolves that were attacking cattle and sheep with a pocket of arrows.

Wei Bohou crossed his arms and said with a smile, "Punching someone ten times is like throwing him down."

There are two prairie priests with a clear division of labor. One leads the charge and the other casts spells to assist.

At this moment, my soul was slightly shaken, and I had an epiphany about the meaning of life. I took off my robe and belt, knelt down and entered the holy mountain to practice.

Wei Bohou scratched his scalp and subconsciously looked in the direction of the Tongtian family.

The ancient sword was hit more than a dozen times in succession, making me dizzy and furious.

Wei Bohou narrowed his eyes. The moment the sword light touched his skin, his arms popped out like a flexible gibbon.

Due to the iron law of showing the saint after the queen, the elite prairie priests are all very knowledgeable and partial.

As a priest, he is a wise man among the ethnic group and can talk to Bai Khantian.

"For many years in the Central Plains, he is stable on his feet and strong on food and shelter. In your opinion, he is like a small tree that falls when the wind blows."

Everyone around Zhong Sheng could see that the barbarian was definitely a sword of the level of a famous sword passed down from generation to generation.
Chapter completed!