She looked at Su Muxi in astonishment, only to see that there were a dozen people following her, and she was walking arrogantly in front of them like a queen.
As she walked, she threw talismans at the men in black. Anyone who was hit by her talismans fell to the ground.
The people behind her quickly stepped forward, tied up the men in black and threw them to the ground.
At this time, a young girl walked towards Xu Miao.
"Xu Miao, what are you standing there for? Let's go and catch up with the main force. After we finish this, we still have to go to other courtyards to provide support."
"With the support of Fellow Daoist Su this time, we won this battle so easily."
Before Xu Miao could react, her companions pulled her arm and followed the crowd.
These heavenly masters opened their eyes wide, looking at the handfuls of talisman paper in Su Muxi's hands, their hearts filled with shock.
They had never seen a person possess so many talisman papers, and each one exuded powerful spiritual energy.
Watching Su Muxi throwing talismans at the man in black without any pity, my heart was bleeding for her.
Those pieces of talisman paper are all worth money.
Murakami had already noticed the crowd coming towards him, and he couldn't help but think that something was wrong.
While thinking about the escape route, he observed the situation around him, but he was helpless as more and more people gathered around him, surrounding him tightly.
He became more and more anxious, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his face turned very pale.
Seeing that Su Muxi and others were about to reach him, he knew he had to find a way to escape.
At this moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers wide, and suddenly inserted it into the back of a man in black next to him.
The man in black was concentrating on resisting the attack of the Taoist priest and had no idea that Murakami would attack him.
When Murakami's hand dug into his back, he felt a sharp pain and his body trembled violently.
He opened his mouth to scream, but could only spit out blood.
He opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and stared at Murakami, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his mind.
"How could you…"
His voice was filled with reluctance and doubt, but before he could finish his words, his body could no longer withstand the force and he fell to the ground with a bang.
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