Priest Gao stood on the mysterious light, but his face was gloomy. He pointed behind him and said to Bao Dingheng, "Fellow Daoist Bao, if you don't make a move, these two Fellow Daoists and I can just leave. I'd like to see how you deal with this!"
Bao Dingheng's heart trembled. He indeed wanted Priest Gao and Zhang Yan to fight first, but from the looks of it, this Li Yuanba's strength seemed to be even stronger than before. Priest Gao and the other two probably couldn't deal with him.
Bao Dingheng secretly frowned, wondering where this person came from. He was so powerful, but why hadn't he heard of him before? He immediately cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Gao, don't be anxious. I and my brothers will naturally make a move. We'll talk about other things after we work together to get rid of this person."
Priest Gao snorted and only looked at him, but he refused to make the first move. It was obvious that he didn't trust him.
Bao Dingheng was unhappy, but he also knew that this wasn't the time to fight, so he gave Fang He a meaningful look.
Fang He immediately understood. He pointed down and scolded Zhang Yan, "Junior, how dare you say such big words! Don't be unscrupulous just because your body is as hard as iron. Try to take this sword of mine! "
He patted his waist, and the magic sword hanging there came out of its sheath with a clang. It turned into a stream of light and slashed down rapidly.
When the sword arrived in front of Zhang Yan, Fang He raised his eyebrows and a sly smile appeared on his face. He secretly made a hand seal. The magic sword shook and emitted a green light. Suddenly, it scattered and turned into two thin green rays that shot toward Zhang Yan's eyes.
Fang He thought that this move was ingenious, and it was launched at an extremely close distance, so it could always catch Zhang Yan off guard.
He also knew that even if a strength path cultivator was blinded, as long as the sword didn't pierce through the brain, the other party only needed to circulate their xuan technique, and they would recover in no time.
However, in a battle between cultivators, it was all about that sliver of opportunity. As long as Zhang Yan revealed a slight opening, the two of them would have their own methods of slaying demons and devils. They would naturally have a brilliant move to deal with him.
Bao Dingheng saw that Fang He's sword move was vicious. However, he had never seen it before, so he couldn't help but be vigilant. At the same time, he stared at the two sword rays and gripped the sword tightly in his hand, hoping to succeed in one strike so that he could use his killing move.
Zhang Yan tilted his head slightly and was about to dodge, but he found that the two green lights seemed to have a mind of their own. Following the movement of his head, it was also deflected, still heading towards his eyes.
At this moment, he could clearly see that the two green lights were actually two flying shuttles that were as thin as a cicada's wings and about two fingers wide. That was why they could change and turn freely in the slightest. He did not know what method Fang He used to conceal their true appearance, causing people to think that they were just flying swords from the outside.
If an ordinary strength path cultivator was here, he would have suffered a loss immediately.
However, Zhang Yan sneered disdainfully. With a cold cry, he shot out a beam of Primordial Unity Mystic Light from his mouth. It ground the spiritual Qi on the two green shuttles, and in the blink of an eye, it turned them into two ordinary objects. With another flash, they turned into ash and scattered.
In the air, the people only saw a beam of golden light fly out. In a flash, the two green lights disappeared. Just as they were feeling surprised, Fang He felt a pain in his chest and a salty taste welled up in his throat. To avoid embarrassing himself, he quickly swallowed it back, but a little bit still spilled out from the corner of his mouth. He quickly raised his sleeve to wipe it, looking extremely embarrassed. However, he was secretly shocked. He did not know what method Zhang Yan had used.
Zhang Yan raised his hand and waved. The two golden hammers flew over from afar and circled around him. He took a step forward and was supported by clouds. He shot up into the sky and headed straight for these people.
Seeing that he was coming at them fiercely, they quickly separated. However, they did not fly around randomly. Instead, they each took a position and surrounded him.
Daoist Gao stepped on the mystic light and moved several hundred feet away. He first took a look at where Daoist Bao and Fang He were standing and made up his mind. Then, he took out a copper seal from his sleeve, raised his hand, and said, "Quake!"
The copper seal flipped in the air and faced Zhang Yan. Suddenly, it let out a loud sound. It sounded like the beating of drums and cymbals. A beam of lightning flew out and struck at Zhang Yan at an incredible speed.
Zhang Yan saw how fast it was coming, so he raised his twin hammers and met it head-on. Only to hear a 'ka la' sound, although he managed to disperse the lightning, his body also swayed a little.
Priest Gao made a hand sign and activated the treasure again and again. The copper seal struck again and again with lightning.
He shouted, "Fellow Priest Bao, I have already used the Lightning Strike Seal. I can hold this guy back for now. You guys can't be lenient and kill him quickly."
Bao Dingheng knew that the best way to deal with a strength path cultivator was to behead him with a single strike, but it was extremely difficult to seize the opportunity. However, they were outnumbered and had the upper hand in the situation. They could gather the strength of several people present and slowly wear down Zhang Yan's spirit before attempting to kill him.
He did not hesitate and took a deep breath. He took out the octagonal sword board and held it in front of him. Then, he activated the White Tiger Pure Fiend Mystic Light on his body to the extreme. He shouted and pointed at the sword board.
With the inspiration, the magical instrument trembled violently as if it was struck by lightning. It flew out and spun around. In a split second, the golden evil spirit soared into the sky and condensed into hundreds of cold air that shot out violently. The cold air sword broke through the flying leaves and branches along the way and slashed down brazenly.
When Fang He saw that, he became spirited and quickly shouted, "Senior Brother, I'll help you!"
He shook his sleeve and a black sword board without edges or corners flew out. Then, he took a deep breath and guided the spiritual Qi in his Qi Sea up. Then, he spat out three mouthfuls of spiritual Qi. The sword board spun like a top and let out a buzzing sound as if it was swept up by a strong wind. It swept up countless green sword rays.
He raised his hand and pointed downwards, and a vast amount of Sword Qi suddenly fell like a drizzle.
Although the two people standing behind Priest Gao were slightly weaker in cultivation, they had good foresight. They also saw the opportunity.
They knew that this was the best time to strike. The white-robed Taoist opened his eyes abruptly and raised his index and middle fingers together. He chanted and the mysterious light above his head flowed down like mercury and gathered at his fingertips bit by bit. In the end, it turned into a wandering white rainbow. He pointed forward and the white rainbow suddenly turned into a rainbow and flew towards Zhang Yan.
The last person was a loose cultivator with disheveled hair. He didn't have any magic treasures or trump cards, and he knew that he was surrounded. He couldn't let this go, so he could only bite the tip of his tongue and spit a mouthful of blood essence onto his crane-shaped magic treasure. The magic treasure suddenly shined brightly and wriggled as if it was about to fly out of his hand.
However, after using this technique, his face turned pale. It was obvious that he had used up too much of his Profound Qi. He didn't have time to think about it anymore. He took a deep breath, loosened his grip, and said, "Go!" Then he threw the magic tool down.
The four of them attacked at the same time without holding back.
They knew that under Priest Gao's control, they would not be able to kill Li Yuanba in one go. Under the four of them's continuous attacks, they would be able to drag on until Li Yuanba was exhausted. At that time, Li Yuanba would be defeated and killed.
Although Strength Path cultivators could circulate Xuan Arts to recover from their injuries, it all depended on their own Essence Qi. If their Essence Qi was used up too much, once it became weak, they would not be much stronger than Qi Path cultivators, and could still be killed by ordinary methods.
Although their idea was good, when facing Zhang Yan, he could not be judged by common sense.
Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with a cold light as he saw the killing moves coming from all four directions. With a loud shout, he shook his sleeves and a large yellow hand rushed out from the top of his head. It spread its five fingers and suddenly grew to a size of a hundred feet. Like a giant hand that could hold up the sky, it blocked the lightning that Taoist Gao had sent out from the Lightning Evasion Seal. Then, with a whistling sound, it blocked back and forth. No matter where the sword lights came from, it blocked them all without missing a single one.
The four of them were dumbfounded. They did not expect that Li Yuanba would use such a technique. They could not help but be stunned.
Priest Bao, on the other hand, felt that he had heard of this technique before. He frowned and secretly exclaimed, "Could this be the Clear Feather Sect's Mysterious Yellow Dragon Capturing Hand?"
The Mysterious Yellow Dragon Capturing Hand could attack and defend. Even if it was shattered, as long as there was Earth Essence Qi to replenish it, it would never run out.
Back then, the three disciples under Zhenren Tao had relied on this method to block the siege of cultivators several times their number. Therefore, although this method was not well-known before, after the battle for the Realm of Immortals' Abode in the Outer Endless Sea, this method was known to all the cultivators in the Donghua Continent.
Bao Dingheng suddenly felt that something was wrong. This Li Yuanba was not only a Strength Path cultivator, but also a Qi Path cultivator. He was not at a disadvantage in the face of their encirclement. Such a person would be a true disciple in a large Xuanmen sect. If he was in a new sect like the Clear Feather Sect, he would be a direct disciple of Tao Zhenhong. Now that he was in Mount Qingcun under the Taihao School, how could he not have a way to protect himself?
But this Li Yuanba did not use any earth-shattering techniques. It was obvious that he still had a backup plan. With this thought, Bao Dingheng secretly made up his mind. He retracted some of his strength and did not rush and attack as fiercely as he did before.
As for the others, including Fang He, they were unable to see it for a moment. However, after they paused for a moment, Zhang Yan took the opportunity to activate the Mysterious Yellow Hand. The hand stretched out and grabbed towards the sky. In an instant, it spun in a circle.
Seeing that it was coming at them with unparalleled power, the five people in the sky did not dare to resist it. They all turned into light and dodged.
However, the loose cultivator with disheveled hair had spat out a lot of essence blood. As a result, he was slower than usual when he dodged. With a moment of carelessness, he was hit by the palm wind and involuntarily fell on top of the cloud.
How could Zhang Yan miss this opportunity? The Mysterious Yellow Hand swept over and slapped him from the sky until he vomited blood. Then, he reached out and grabbed the person in his hand.
This person was scared out of his wits. He was about to beg for mercy, but before he could shout, Zhang Yan had already moved his mind. The five fingers of the Mysterious Yellow Hand suddenly closed, and his palm clenched fiercely. There was a sound of squeezing that made people's scalps go numb, and the person was squeezed into a ball of minced meat that could not be restored to its original shape.
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