"Tell them to stop. Ordinary people will die if they face flying barbarians."

Fei Chengjun was shocked when he heard this and raised his arm to signal the villagers around him to stop

The rain was falling harder now, and it was difficult to see the road half a meter away. A group of people were soaked to the skin and couldn't open their eyes.

Most of the black water on the ground has dissipated and disappeared in a certain direction.

"Master, what should we do?"

"Everyone, step back, step back."

As soon as Li Daoshi said a few words, there was a sound of thunder.

Feitouman's face became harder and harder. The lightning fell on his face, but failed to cause any damage. Instead, it was bounced away.

"I'll do it."

Zhong Sheng jumped forward, poured warmth into the ancient sword, and struck Feitou Man on the forehead.

Sparks flew everywhere, Fei Touman saw stars in his eyes, and the taste of blood was in his mouth.

As soon as Zhong Sheng saw that there was something going on, he used his sword skills and launched a violent attack on the head.

"Zhong Langjun, wait for me for a moment."

Qingfeng Li took a few steps back, took out his long sword, held the talisman and was about to light it.

But there was a heavy rain all around, and fires were lit repeatedly, only to be extinguished by the rain. In the end, even the talisman paper was soaked.

"What a flying man, you are already prepared.

Qingfeng Li is extremely anxious. What should he do without the help of talismans?

At this time, Monk Min put his hands together and stepped forward with his left hand missing two fingers.

He has used Yogayana to close the wound, and the bleeding has stopped.

"Monk, do you have any idea?"

Monk Ming shook his head helplessly, "The little monk doesn't know how to kill."

Qingfeng Li was so angry that he said, "Get out of the way."

Zhong Sheng struck out with one sword after another, stabbing or slashing, making Feitouman jump up and down, but he couldn't break through the evil magic's defense.

"Zhizhizhi."

The roar of the ape came through the rain curtain.

Zhongsheng is blessed to the soul, yes!

He sheathed his sword suddenly and switched to another method of swordsmanship, abandoning slashing and leaving only stabbing.

Swish, brush, brush!

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp, and the ancient sword cut through the rain curtain, its trajectory was like a tangled silver thread, and its target was clearly Feitouman's eyes.

That's right, Zhong Sheng, Firefighter White Ape, is going to make a guest appearance as an eye-picking maniac.

Ding dong!

There is a constant crunching sound.

The flying beast sometimes sinks, sometimes jumps up, or blocks it with its forehead, or opens its mouth to bite.

Or if you really can't avoid it, just close your eyes and use your eyelids to flick the sword tip away.

Feitou was very frightened. Although the sword could not break his face, every impact made him feel heartbroken.

If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be hurt to death.

Zhong Sheng became more and more comfortable as he fought, and found the feeling and rhythm of practicing swordsmanship in the mountains.

At first, two or three swords out of ten could hit, then four or five out of ten, and finally seven or eight.

Although Feitou Man could block it with his eyelids, the dense sword stabs made it impossible for him to open his eyes

"Wow!"

Li Daoshi took the opportunity to take action, and a bolt of lightning penetrated into Feitouman's mouth.

There was a muffled sound, just like firecrackers being set off in a latrine.

Fei's head shook twice, green smoke came out from his ears, and tiny lightning flashes came out of his nostrils.

"Ah!"

A scream.

It turned out that Zhong Sheng took advantage of the moment when it was stunned by the explosion, with his eyelids half open and half closed, and stabbed the right eye with a sword.

Feitouman's eyeball was pierced on the spot, and the black water turned into a fountain and shot out

Zhong Sheng was about to use his strength to pierce the skull with the ancient sword, but found that the resistance was far beyond imagination.

"Want to run?"

Taoist Li's voice sounded shocked and angry.

Feitouman saw that the situation was not good, so he tried his old trick again and flew away

Fei Chengjun's voice came not far away, "Three masters, we found a headless corpse."

These words were like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, shocking both the enemy and us.

It turned out that Fei Chengjun was brave and careful, and after retreating with the villagers, he kept a cautious eye.

He followed the direction in which the black water disappeared and searched for it.

Finally, in a deserted ruin, I found a large tank soaked in black water.

In the large vat, a headless corpse sat cross-legged, wearing animal skins, and its skin was covered with tattoos. It looked like he was not a local.

Fei Chengjun guessed that this person was related to Xie Chong, so he quickly came to report.

"Well done, that is Feitouman's true form, and the big vat is the altar."

Qingfeng Li laughed happily, "I can run away, but I can't run away from the temple. Monk, Mr. Zhong, let's go over."

"Fellow Daoist Li, can you change the analogy?"

Monk Ming protested weakly.

Whoosh!

Feitou Man takes the first step and wants to protect the main body.

Its speed was as fast as lightning, and it disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Don't let it merge with the main body."

In a hurry, Li Qingfeng took out a piece of talisman paper and looked up at the sky. It was clear.

It turns out that Feitouman escaped and the rain stopped.

"God's blessing."

The talisman burned, and a ray of light rose up, wrapping his feet.

"I'll take the first step."

Monk Min spread his hands and said, "Mr. Zhong Lang, you and I..."

Looking to the side, Zhong Sheng has already mounted the little donkey.

The little donkey spread its hooves, barked loudly, leaped into the air, and disappeared from sight.

Ape;......

Monk Companion:......

A monk and a monkey looked at each other, their backs looking very lonely.

When Li Qingfeng and Zhong Sheng arrived, Feitouman was only a hair away from the main body.

Around the vat were frightened villagers, holding long sticks and farm tools, but they did not dare to approach.

The black water rolled, and the headless corpse stood up, with its hands intertwined, as if it was performing evil magic.

Looking at his dark skin, the tattoos are like vines coming to life, squirming away from the surface, rising and making sounds.

This large vat is not a mortal thing, it is the foundation for Feitou Man to perform magic, and he can cast magic even in full view of the public.

The flying man fell from the sky, facing the headless corpse, and was about to merge.

"What a beautiful thought!"

Li Qingfeng raised his hand, and a yellow talisman flew out, landed on the headless corpse, and covered the broken neck.

"Mr. Zhong, Feitou has a weak point. Once the head is cut off, the head cannot return to its original position. If the time is exceeded, it will cause sudden death on the spot."

"My evil-proofing talisman has an extraordinary and unusual origin. Feitouman is definitely dead this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a tearing sound from the neck of the headless corpse, and the yellow talisman cracked on the spot.
To be continued...