Chapter 107: The Edge Appears
107 The Edge Begins
This young Taoist priest's movements are so graceful.
Because of Xiang Jiannan's sudden bravery, An Wensheng was able to catch his breath temporarily. When he recovered, he found that he seemed to have no chance to attack.
He never thought that the young Taoist priest could fight with the Ghost King for so long. His body was moving around so fast that he couldn't see clearly sometimes. If he acted rashly, he always felt that he would hurt his own people.
What has the old Taoist priest been secretly researching these years? The apprentice he taught is completely different from him.
In An Wensheng's memory, Gao Yu'an didn't make so many moves when fighting with others. The essence of Taoism was fully exerted in his hands. Just raising his hand could be a devastating blow. Occasionally, he would maneuver, but he would never do it personally like Xiang Jiannan did.
His current fighting style is like that of a warrior, and during the time he was fighting with the Ghost King, he was not at a disadvantage.
He seized the opportunity very accurately and took advantage of every opportunity, making the Ghost King show signs of weakness from time to time.
That should be about it.
It was not as easy as An Wensheng saw. Xiang Jiannan was moving his body and sweat was already appearing on his forehead. He never thought about why he could withstand so many moves from the Ghost King. After being hit by several waves of green energy, the pressure in his heart rose to a new level.
My body may not be able to take it anymore. I have been pushing my body to work at a high intensity at the second level and I am already feeling tired after doing it all.
“My fist.”
"Hi!"
After dodging the Ghost King's attack again and seeing that he was finally about to speak, Xiang Jiannan immediately responded loudly while dodging.
The Ghost King hesitated after hearing the word "hi", and his body absorbed several waves of green air.
"I"
"Hi!"
He opened his mouth again in surprise but was interrupted again. Because Xiang Jiannan succeeded, he became even more furious and the Ghost King's fists increased in speed.
I fought with this little Taoist priest for such a long time, but I didn't even get a hold of his clothes. I don't know what he was yelling about for no reason, and I couldn't finish my words.
This little Taoist priest has a very active mind.
An Wensheng was also confused by Xiang Jiannan's two shouts of "Hello" but as a bystander, he could see things clearly. He just stood there and thought for a while, then he figured out why he did that.
The young Taoist priest didn't want the Ghost King to keep talking nonsense, so he interrupted him when he wanted to speak. This method was really unheard of.
How did he come up with this idea? Did he learn it from an old Taoist priest? The Taoist priests in Ping An Temple just like to come up with wild ideas.
At the moment it seems the effect is actually quite good, at least the Ghost King couldn't finish a sentence after he opened his mouth.
Bang! Just when An Wensheng didn't know how to comment on Xiang Jiannan's strange idea, after a few more moves, the little Taoist priest who had been busy for most of the day was finally punished.
It was not known whether he had seen Xiang Jiannan's movements clearly, but the Ghost King's right hand suddenly grabbed the Taoist robe that he was trying to twist open with a fake left fist. As he retracted his fist, the virtual became real, and the previous confusing situation officially ended.
A punch hit Xiang Jiannan's face directly, and the young Taoist priest seemed to lose consciousness while rolling over.
"seal up!"
Seeing the young Taoist priest lying limply not far from him, An Wensheng moved and called out to him. When several black auras quickly wrapped around the Ghost King, he lowered his head to glance at Xiang Jiannan as he passed by.
As a City God, his abilities are indeed limited, unlike the City God of the Prefecture, who has the karma of continuous incense offerings.
Those four black auras were used to suppress the Guan Gong sword in the Ghost King's hand. Now that they are summoned again, it is undoubtedly like letting the tiger go back to the mountain.
"kill!"
When the black air attacked, the Guan Gong sword in his hand reappeared. Facing An Wensheng who was flying towards him, the Ghost King with the sword in his hand was as powerful as thunder. He first dispersed the black air that wanted to stop him from moving forward with one sword, and then chopped down the mountain like a tiger.
This time he attacked with great resentment, and with one swipe of the sword, most of the ground in the garden was shattered to pieces.
The fragments flew everywhere and woke up Xiang Jiannan who had just laid down.
How come we are back to the original scene?
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the Ghost King wielding a big knife like a god of death. Xiang Jiannan saw that An Wensheng was about to approach him at this time, so in a hurry he first took out some talisman papers, and then took the gourd from his waist.
The whisk was thrown on the ground by myself a long time ago, mainly because when I started to use it, I found that it was just ordinary. But in the hands of my master, it was a killing weapon.
"Broken belly and rotten mouth, ugh, ugh, ugh."
He stuck the talisman paper on the gourd and recited the spell quickly. He didn't have as much time as his master did when he first used it. When An Wensheng just ran in front of him, Xiang Jiannan stood up and ran away with him.
The Ghost King's sword was about to chop down on me. If I didn't run away, I would probably become a ghost under the sword.
"What the hell!"
Holding the gourd, An Wensheng and Xiang Jiannan had just avoided the Ghost King's sword. When they saw An Wensheng suddenly come back and say something, he didn't have time to ask in detail. He then felt footsteps chasing him very quickly. An Wensheng paused and summoned the token again. The four black auras came to his side in an instant as if they had been summoned.
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With his fangs and claws bared, he was ready to engage in a head-on confrontation with the approaching Ghost King.
"My weapon."
"Hi!"
He was about to swing the sword to chop it down, but before he could say half of his words, Xiang Jiannan, who was standing beside An Wensheng, interrupted the Ghost King again.
This is what he understood clearly. Since An Wensheng's nonsense is a rule, then this rule is actually invalid as long as he can't say it out loud. Although his idea is particularly untenable, judging from the actual results, it does seem to be the case.
At least in the previous battle, he had gained a lot of advantages from the Ghost King.
"My weapon should cut these two men in half."
Even after being interrupted by Xiang Jiannan, he did not stop his hands. The Guan Gong sword came with great speed and he shouted at the four black auras that were flying towards him. The Ghost King had come back to his senses from the little Taoist's weird thoughts.
It was impossible for him to suffer the same trick three times. After so many years here, this was the first time he encountered such a strange opponent. His thinking was very naive.
"Lock!"
Waving his hand and throwing the flying token at the Ghost King, An Wensheng drove the black air to wrap around Guan Gong's sword again.
If you want to subdue the Ghost King, you must first get rid of his Guan Gong Sword. This weapon is much more ferocious than the Ghost King who wields it.
The young Taoist priest might not have noticed.
"Taoist, remember to help me!"
Seeing that the black energy had successfully blocked the invading Guan Gong sword, as soon as An Wensheng finished speaking, the token thrown out seemed to be taking effect.
I saw it floating in the air, emitting a few cold rays of light, and then with a swish, it suddenly disappeared.
Everything happened so quickly that when Xiang Jiannan followed An Wensheng's gaze and looked at the gourd in his hand, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
There is no follow-up. The gourd caused the trouble! Gurgle~~~ At the same time, a puff of green smoke soon emerged. As a piece of talisman paper attached to the gourd fell off, Xiang Jiannan only felt that the gourd in his hand became hot. After the green smoke dissipated, it shook a few times unconsciously. The ghost king's sword wrapped in black air seemed to be in trouble.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, it was forcibly dragged to the mouth of the gourd. In Xiang Jiannan's trembling eyes, it turned from solid to virtual and was taken in bit by bit.
(End of this chapter)