"The sun hangs high in the sky."
"Bright and clear sky."
"Subduing demons and monsters."
"Defend the right path."
"cut!"
Each large character was dazzling with gold, radiating a righteous aura and illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daytime.
The brush instantly transformed into a sharp sword, slashing across the sky towards the old weasel.
The old weasel gave a sinister smile before being cleaved in two. Its body gradually dissipated on the spot, leaving only a shadow.
Meanwhile, its true form had already silently circled behind Dongfang Sheng, and its sharp claws reached out to grab Dongfang Sheng's back.
He completely shed his previous old and decrepit appearance and became very agile.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Dongfang Sheng transformed his calligraphy brush into a sharp sword, stabbing at his opponent.
The two sides instantly engaged in fierce combat, exchanging blows in a very intense exchange.
The brush in Dongfang Sheng's hand was unpredictable, transforming into sword shadows, knife shadows, and spear shadows. His brushstrokes were like dragons and snakes, dazzling and overwhelming the eyes.
The old weasel was forced to retreat step by step, looking rather disheveled, as if it was about to be defeated at any moment.
On the side, Ghost Servant, Zhao Heihu, and others were very happy and excitedly shouted to cheer him on.
But the wolf-slaughtering man beside him was not in a hurry. He stood with his arms crossed, watching the battle leisurely, as if he had great confidence in the old weasel.
Swish—
Finally, Dongfang Sheng seized an opening in his opponent's defenses, transforming his brush into a spear and striking the old weasel's throat with lightning speed.
A glint of human-like cunning flashed in the old weasel's cloudy eyes as it nimbly dodged the attack with a tilt of its head.
Then, with lightning speed, it extended its claws and plopped them down on Dongfang Sheng's chest.
Dongfang Sheng tried to dodge, but it was too late. A large chunk of flesh was torn off his chest, leaving his chest covered in blood and his clothes stained red. He couldn't help but scream in agony, his eyes filled with shock.
The old weasel struck with deadly force, pressing forward relentlessly, giving Dongfang Sheng no chance to breathe. Its claws flashed out again, reaching for Dongfang Sheng's heart.
Dongfang Sheng was shocked. He then realized that the old weasel had never been serious from the beginning and had just been playing a trick on him.
Right now, they are almost touching each other.
The old weasel cunningly blocked Dongfang Sheng's escape route, a hint of human cruelty appearing on its lips, as it viciously stabbed its sharp claws toward Dongfang Sheng's heart.
At this critical juncture.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out, grabbed Dongfang Sheng's shoulder, and pulled him back, avoiding the old weasel's sharp claws.
The person who arrived was Ye Feng.
Dongfang Sheng was still in shock, his body covered in cold sweat.
Upon seeing Ye Feng, they were extremely excited.
"Thank you so much, Sect Master, for saving my life."
This is the second time Ye Feng has saved him.
Last time it was at Zuixianlou.
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