Gu Jian quietly circled Zhang Dameng for a long time, he did not attack, but pondered his offensive strategy If he continued to fight like this, Zhang Dameng would certainly be divided by the blade, and the two teams of monks might also be hit by the opponent's fist shadow inattention.
The monks of the Tianshu and Tianji star positions seem to be irregularly fighting and moving stars, but they actually consume a lot of divine thoughts, requiring a high degree of mental concentration, and the slightest mistake will cause a catastrophe.
With Zhang Dameng's fist, even if the body is swept a little, it can't stand it.
Moreover, some of these monks are still in the foundation building period, and the difference is two realms, just like a three-year-old naughty boy holding a dagger in his hand to provoke a tiger whose hands and feet are tied, which is particularly dangerous.
Gu Jian stepped on the crape myrtle star position, and the wind was floating in the air, his wood escape technique had been cultivated to the fifth-level realm, much higher than Chen Yunsheng's realm, and when his body moved, he could already move without any wind, like flying flowers, and also like catkins.
Gently, Gu Jian turned behind Zhang Dameng, looking at the other party's strong back, he shook his head, "You can't start from here, this guy is very good at swinging his back fist, and if he is swept away, his life will be in danger." ” Then he turned to Zhang Dameng's left side, and found that Zhang Dameng had a small feature when attacking and defending, and he would always subconsciously look to the left, as if his cover door was on the left side.
Gu Jian speculated that in the early stage of Zhang Dameng's body refining, the door might be on the left side, and now there should be no such weakness.
On the contrary, this small action exposes a gap in him, and when he turns back to the left, there must be a momentary opportunity on the right side.
Thinking of this, a light flashed in Gu Jian's eyes.
Finding the opponent's vacancy and using this vacancy to put the opponent to death are two different things, Gu Jian still honestly rotated around Zhang Dameng to find the best time to make a move.
This process lasted for a stick of incense, the monks of the two star positions of Tianshu and Tianji have been fighting for so long, their muscles and bones have become weak, and Lingyuan has some signs of depletion, on the other hand, Zhang Dameng's side, although there are as many as a dozen wounds on his body, but the more fierce he fights, his fist is like a meteor, and his body is as fast as lightning, and he sees that the monks of the two star positions are already in danger.
Finally, there was a little mistake in the Tianshu star position when it shifted, Chang Siwei realized this at the first time, and he was terrified in his heart, and the secret path was not good.
But Zhang Dameng is a Yuanying Earth Immortal after all, he has been fighting for so long, just waiting for this moment to come, his eyes suddenly shine brightly, his fists hit continuously, and three golden fist shadows shot out, and the momentum of wind and thunder went straight to the seven monks of the Tianshu Star Position.
Chang Siwei was not good in the dark, his mind turned sharply, the tip of the seven flying swords was inward, the hilt was outward, and it rotated rapidly, forming a conical shape, and the tip of the cone was the part of the tip of the sword that was convex in the direction of Zhang Dameng.
Such a defensive shape is the most conducive to unloading, but the opponent's fist is so fierce that it is tantamount to a blow from the natal magic weapon.
The natal thing that Zhang Dameng refined was not a sword, not a sword, not a spear, not an axe, but his fists.
Among many body refining cultivators, it is not uncommon for the natal magic weapon to be a part of the body.
The three fist shadows hit the cone defense composed of seven flying swords, and the seven flying swords were shattered in an instant, and four flying sword magic weapons with slightly inferior color suddenly shattered into several sections.
The Fist Shadow showed no signs of stopping, but it was relieved of some of its strength by the cone defense, slowing down a bit.
The monks of the Tianshu Star Position formed a sword formation to defend the fist shadow while not giving up the void caused by the remedy, they instantly dispersed in all directions, using the last form in the Tiangang Beidou Array, "Stars Silence", this style was used for the last escape, but it was the one they practiced the least, and in an instant, the three monks were swept by the fist wind, and a large piece of the armor on their bodies was swept away, but fortunately they dodged faster and did not hurt their bodies.
When Zhang Dameng swung three punches in a row, Gu Jian knew that the opportunity had come, and sure enough, after the three punches, Zhang Dameng's eyes unconsciously fell to the left, and Gu Jian seemed to unintentionally slide to his right side.
Suddenly, The wind is blowing, Gu Jian pounced on Zhang Dameng.
Zhang Dameng, who was immersed in the joy of the successful attack, would never have dreamed that Gu Jian would automatically send it to the door.
Originally, he planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue the monk of the Tianshu Star Position, but now he changed his mind, his body rotated, and his right fist took advantage of the momentum to strike, and the fist of the back fist was incomparably powerful, splitting the air in an instant, and went straight to the Gu Sword attack.
The distance between Gu Jian and Zhang Dameng was thirty zhang, and just now when Zhang Dameng turned to the left, he had already cut to fifteen zhang.
The shadow of the fist split the wind, Gu Jian's belly was pierced by a hole, and his body turned into ashes in an instant.
Zhang Dameng didn't stop his fist, and then swung out his left fist, hitting the void twelve zhang in front of him.
Sure enough, Gu Jian was hit by the fist shadow again, and the moment his body shattered, Zhang Dameng frowned slightly, and scolded in his heart, where did this kid come from so many stand-in puppets.
This stand-in puppet was originally a life-saving thing for cultivators, and it was an extremely rare magic weapon in the cultivation world, and it was not easy to get one, but Gu Jian used this thing as one of the means of attack, which was really painful.
Zhang Dameng scolded in his heart, but his hand was not slow at all, the fist shadow hit again, and Gu Jian's body was instantly hit by a head.
Zhang Dameng threw five punches in an instant, his fist hit, Gu Jian cast five stand-in puppets in succession, and with the puppet covering his body, he had already pounced within three zhang of Zhang Dameng's body.
Zhang Dameng's right hand reached out, and the big hand like a pu fan grabbed it in the air, and five fingers pierced Gu Jian's heart, Gu Jian's body was like a straw tie, and it became light and fluttery in Zhang Dameng's hand, allowing him to swing it at will.
At this time, the monk of the Tianji Star Rank intervened, and the giant sword composed of seven flying swords stabbed at Zhang Dameng's back.
Zhang Dameng subconsciously returned his hand with a punch, and in an instant, the giant sword was torn apart, and just when his eyes subconsciously tilted to the left, Gu Jian suddenly appeared on his right side.
The distance between the two was only two feet, and Gu Jian held the white spirit sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword shook slightly, turning into a ball of white light and stabbing at Zhang Dameng's neck.
This action had been practiced many times in his mind, and even if there was no disturbance from the monks of the Tianji Star Rank, he could accurately stab this sword, but Zhang Dameng's punch was very likely to hit him.
In the face of such a close kill, Zhang Dameng's eyes were full of horror, just now he punched Gu Jian's heart, and felt a suction force coming from Gu Jian's body, and before he had time to get rid of it, he was attacked by the monk of the Tianji Star Position, and just punched the opponent's flying sword, but ushered in Gu Jian's thunderous blow.
There is no doubt that Gu Jian is a good hand with a sword, and he knows how to hold a sword before he knows how to meditate.
No one could escape his sword within three feet, which was why he chose to spend six precious stand-in puppets to forcibly cut Zhang Dameng close, which was the most sure way for him to attack.
Zhang Dameng felt the threat of death for the first time, although he was hit by more than a dozen swords in the battle just now, but none of them were fatal injuries, which of the body refining cultivators did not crawl and roll all day long, and came from the scars, he didn't care at all.
Until a miserable white sword appeared in his field of vision, the breath of death was so strong that it covered the vitality between heaven and earth, as if the air around the sword had been emptied.
Zhang Dameng was a greedy person, of course he would not let go of the last opportunity to struggle, he waved his left hand forward, in a vain attempt to block Gu Jian's advance, and at the same time, a golden light flashed on his neck, obviously transporting Lingyuan to his neck.
The body of the body refining cultivator is their magic weapon, and it is much stronger than the average monk.
Without hesitation, the white spirit sword stabbed at Zhang Dameng's neck, Gu Jian ignored Zhang Dameng's thick fingers, and his eyes only had the vein of blood flowing on the other party's neck.
That is the lifeline of the human body, as long as you stab it, you will definitely die instantly.
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The tip of Bai Lingjian's sword pierced into Zhang Dameng's neck, and Bai Sensen's sword pierced into it so hard that every time he advanced, Gu Jian's face turned white.
And Zhang Dameng's left hand had already touched his right chest, and the yellow light wrapped in his hand instantly penetrated Gu Jian's white armor, and a little red oozed from Gu Jian's chest, dyeing the white robe red.
Gu Jian's wrist moved slightly, and the long sword rippled along Zhang Dameng's round neck, and a silver thread appeared on his neck.
Gu Jian felt a sharp pain in his right chest, and when he looked back, he saw a huge blood-stained hand behind him grabbing half of his lung lobe and coming out of his chest.
He coughed, and the blood foam scattered on the white robe on his chest, which was particularly eye-catching, and Zhang Dameng's head suddenly slipped off in such a slight shock, and the blood of the Yuanying Monk stained the sky of Huishuang Mountain red.
The battle was not over, Gu Jian moved his wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword slid towards a vague shadow behind Zhang Dameng, and with a scream, a fat-headed and fat-brained child was cut off by the Bai Ling Sword, and instantly turned into a halo and dissipated in the mountain wind.
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