Chapter 780: Many Difficulties

"I didn't make it clear before, except for the talisman, the puppet cannot be used."

Looking at Zhan Nianchuan, whose expression suddenly became stern, the four members of the ninth team looked at each other and smiled, feeling secretly happy in their hearts.

Aren't you a scheming kid with a rich fortune? It depends on what you do now.

You can't fucking afford it, talking is like farting, Zhan Nianchuan cursed in his heart, but he knew it was useless to talk now, he had to find a way to get rid of these three guys in front of him.

The lean man opposite, holding a bloody pair of scissors, had been fighting with Zhan Nianchuan for a long time, knowing that his opponent's strength was unfathomable. So he suggested: "Everyone, I think how about the three of us joining forces to send this kid out first?"

"Good idea."

"That's how it should be!"

The other two monks immediately agreed, turned sideways, and looked at Zhan Nianchuan who was putting away the four puppets with an unkind expression.

At this moment, Zhan Nianchuan was secretly complaining in his heart. If he used all his methods, it would be easy to kill these three monks. But the problem is that he can't use talismans or puppets. There are three people opposite him. This makes him quite passive.

In order to defeat the enemy, he has been forced to show his trump card of both physical and mental cultivation. If he shows the lion's roar, ten thousand ants, two goods and formations again, once the news gets out, some people may suspect that he is that man.

After all, there are not a few Cangzhou monks serving in Jinghaicheng, and there are nearly a hundred monks behind Long Yuanwei.

At this moment, most of them had already taken care of their wounds, and were looking at the last four people with bright eyes, whispering about who would be the final winner.

Seeing three people surrounding him, he had no choice but to slap his storage bag and pull out a blue long sword and a black gourd.

At the same time, he moved his lips slightly and transmitted the message to the lean man who had cooperated with him before.

"Help me deal with this guy with the whip, and I'll give you two hundred thousand spiritual stones when the deal is done."

Two hundred thousand!

The lean man's heart was pounding and he decided to agree in an instant.

You can get 200,000 spiritual stones for acting. Is there anything better than this?

If he didn't want more spiritual stones and resources, why would a ghost be willing to risk his life to join this patrol?

And he could see clearly that not only was this kid not simple, but the other two male cultivators were also very powerful. Even if they worked together to destroy this kid, he might not be the final winner.

However, he had no intention of agreeing directly. Instead, he smiled sinisterly and strode forward with the two male cultivators, "Three hundred thousand, or I will destroy you!"

"One hundred thousand spirit stones, otherwise I will only hit you. Even if I quit then, you will never make it to the end."

The lean man's face twitched, and at the same time his heart was burning with anger. He spoke again in a deep voice, "Two hundred thousand, giving you one last chance."

To his disappointment, this guy didn't respond at all, but slapped the black gourd in his hand hard.

In an instant, the bright room turned dark, the wind whistled harshly, and countless black sand blew wantonly in the room, sending chills through the body.

The three people located in the center of the wind and sand not only felt that it was difficult for their bodies to move in the wind, but also the magic weapon aura in their hands became unstable when blown by the wind and sand.

The three of them all felt a shiver in their hearts, and the idea that they would easily win three against one was completely gone.

This turned out to be an extremely rare filthy magic weapon!

It is obvious that this kind of black sand has a strong fouling effect on the monks' magic weapons, and can corrode and reduce the power of the monks' magic weapons. What's even worse is that this thing can actually affect their line of sight and the range of their spiritual senses!

At this time, in the consciousness of the three people, Zhan Nianchuan's figure was blurred in the wind and sand, moving at an alarming speed.

"Two Taoist friends, don't be too busy taking action. To maintain such a large area of ​​wind and sand, he will definitely consume a lot of mana. As long as we persist for a while, we can kill this kid." The lean man thought that he had already fallen into the trap. The shiny 200,000 spirit stones flew away, and I felt so angry that I wanted to tear Zhan Nianchuan into pieces.

However, he was angry and still put forward his own suggestion rationally. There is no doubt that this is the best tactic at the moment.

However, he ignored one thing, that is, no one could hear his voice amidst the howling wind!

At the same moment when he spoke loudly, the other two male cultivators had already used their magic weapons to launch the most ferocious attack on Zhan Nianchuan.

In their understanding, the best defense is offense.

The whip wind roared and rolled straight towards Zhan Nianchuan's body. The sword light shone and slashed towards Zhan Nianchuan's head.

The two had obviously discussed it privately and worked together flawlessly.

There were cruel smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the beautiful scene of Zhan Nianchuan's head flying out and blood splattering.

Everything went as they wished.

The long whip struck Zhan Nianchuan hard like a snake with a sharp whistle that broke through the air, whipping his clothes into linen strips, and then rolled it over to tie him up so that he could not move.

At this time, the sharp sword light also arrived, cutting straight towards the throat.

This guy is dead! Why hasn't Long Yuanwei taken action to save anyone? The square-faced monk who took action was very confused, and then suddenly realized.

If you dare to call Commander Long a cripple to his face, isn't this asking for death? Why should Long Yuanwei save him?

When he thought of this, his attacks became more ruthless, pouring all his mana into the flying sword, hoping to kill Zhan Nianchuan with one strike.

clang!

Accompanied by a loud noise, the sword suddenly bent into an exaggerated arc, and then an extremely powerful recoil force was applied to him through the sword, forcing him to retreat several steps, and he lost his voice in horror: "How is this possible?"

He used all his strength to strike the sword, but he didn't even pierce the opponent's skin.

Ah~

Hearing a shrill scream from his ear, the square-faced man couldn't help but shudder, looking behind him in disbelief.

A tattered figure flew out of the black wind group, spilling countless blood along the way.

The thin man is useless!

Seeing this scene, the four members of the ninth team all had strange lights in their eyes, and secretly praised No. 5 for being so powerful. With the cultivation of the initial stage of foundation building, he could still gain an advantage against three people alone.

What's more, this kid is still unscathed!

Long Yuanwei's one eye shone with a brilliant light, and he was amazed in his heart.

With his strong sense, he had naturally discovered the big puppet that Zhan Nianchuan had quietly thrown out in the black sand wind, and also saw that he quickly transformed the big puppet into his own body shape and appearance.

This kind of response and wit is definitely one of the best among the millions of people he has met in hundreds of years.

However, he always felt that this kid seemed to have some spare energy. This fierce competition of one in a hundred had not yet forced out his greatest potential and combat power.

"Hehe, you must be a weird kid. You want to keep a hand in front of my Tyrant Blade? Dream on!"

At this point, his one eye flashed, and he raised his hand and waved it. A strong gust of wind whistled out, blowing away all the black sand in the sky.