C726 Team Fan

Lama Kuiguang had no choice but to close his eyes and use the ultimate move to save his life. Si Shuiliu, who was beside him, also saw Lama Kuiguang's soul-searching eye in the mirror. Her heart shook for a moment, but after all, she was only affected. That gaze was not directed at her. In just an instant, she recovered in time, and appeared beside Lama Kuiguang in a flash. First, protect his safety.

At this time, Kuiguang had slightly recovered. He knew that his Myriad Blood Hidden King Flower could at least stop the opponent's attack. He hurriedly opened his eyes, but at this moment, Wang Er was still in a daze. He retreated two Zhang away. Si Shuiliu, who was not far away from him, had already arrived in front of him. However, what was full of mystery was that his eyes swept across a detail. Si Shuiliu was taking advantage of the time when he was not looking at anything and gave that Wang Er a confused look. This kind of look could only be a close person, a familiar person. Only then would it be sent out. The meaning that it represented was not something that could be used by outsiders.

Lama Kuiguang's heart turned cold. He immediately understood that there was something strange about this inner meaning. Why did Wang Er reveal a face that looked very similar to Fu Lin in the beginning when he was in a daze, and when he used the Soul Searching Lightning Eye? Wang Er's face turned into a mirror instead. This meant that he had already been schemed against by someone, and his every move couldn't escape the traps of others. This sense of crisis suddenly struck him, and it immediately grabbed Kuiguang's chaotic heart.

At this moment, Si Shuiliu slightly raised a small black fan in her hand. Kuiguang knew that it was Si Shuiliu's famous "Yin Wind Fan." The Yin wind that came out of the fan was bone-piercing, and it could unknowingly freeze one's blood. It could freeze the bones of a person who had no change in appearance into powder. Kuiguang didn't have time to think about it. He could only strike first to gain the upper hand. In a hurry, he struck out with his palm.

Si Shuiliu clearly did not expect him to recover so quickly, and even more did not expect him to notice her subtle expression. This palm came very quickly and Si Shuiliu did not have time to dodge. Helplessly, she could only backhand lift. The black wind fan rolled up a cold wind and attacked Kuiguang without a trace.

The two of them were very close to each other and the incident happened very suddenly. Si Shuiliu did not think that she would be attacked by Kuiguang. She only blinked slightly. Kuiguang's palm hit her shoulder. Si Shuiliu could not control the blood in her mouth and spat it out.

As for Kuiguang himself, he could not dodge in time. The soundless, colorless, and odorless cloud of Yin wind struck his chest almost at the same time, covering a few major acupuncture points.

The two comrades in the trenches suddenly fought each other. This change was beyond anyone's imagination. Even Wang Er, who was drifting in the wind, seemed to be stunned when he saw this. Perhaps only the ferocious stone lion still maintained its usual mocking face, as if it was saying: You stupid humans, do you know what you are doing!

Si Shuiliu spat out blood and hurriedly retreated, while Kuiguang remained motionless. The crowd who did not know the truth all felt that this Lama was really divine. No matter who it was, it did not matter. They had to fight first. But wasn't this girl in black the great shaman of Shaman Cult? Could it be that at this critical moment, the great shaman was possessed by demons? Or could it be that the great monk was possessed by a devil? Otherwise, how could it be like this?

What they didn't know was that the Great Lama, Kuiguang, who looked as steady as the earth, was unable to speak of his suffering!

When the Yin wind entered his body, it was like a thousand year old ice, quickly freezing the large lump of skin on his chest. Then, it continued to invade inside. Although it was not fast, it minded its own business and acted as if there was no one else around. It completely ignored Kuiguang's protective true qi. If this cold air continued to spread inwards, as long as it reached Lama Kuiguang's heart meridian... Then even if his profound skill was extraordinary, he would still die without a doubt.

What a great lama. At this time, he made a prompt decision and waved his hand. The Flower King of the Ten Thousand Blood Treasury, who had missed its target, flew back to Kuiguang's hand as if it was being pulled by an invisible string. He carefully cut off the flower that was emitting a bloody aura, and slapped it toward his chest. The two petals were as red as blood, and they silently drilled into Kuiguang's body like two loaches. At this time, the left side of Lama Kuiguang's face, which was originally pale, turned red. The left side of his face was red as if he was drunk, and the right side of his face was pale as ice. The Lama Kuiguang who looked like this... It looked like he was a bit scary. However, he didn't stop there. He spread his hands. His left and right hands struck his chest at the same time. With a dull thud, he sent himself flying.

Although it seemed like he had clearly been sent flying backwards, there seemed to be an illusory shadow left on the spot. Then, it turned into nothingness in an instant, making people feel that their eyes must have been blinded. Kuiguang sent him flying just like that, and then disappeared into the cold wind without turning his head back. Lama Kuiguang who was flying in the sky was still incomparably beautiful, even more so than when everyone first saw him today. He was even more beautiful than before, as if he had grown a few years younger.

Kuiguang, the great lama, had flown away, leaving everyone in a mess in the wind. No one could figure out what exactly had happened. Even Monk Wanda, who had been sitting at the fishing platform, was a little confused.

He knew that in this situation, he didn't intend to make a move. He also felt that there was no need for him to make a move. He sighed in his heart. Perhaps, it would be difficult for him to stay out of this matter any longer.

Monk Wanda was about eighty-six years old, and he announced to the public that... He was already over two hundred years old. Or rather, he could not even remember how old he was. That was why some people called him the Old God. Just by looking at his appearance, he didn't look very old. In terms of appearance, he only appeared to be a person in his fifties or sixties.

Of course, even in such a situation, humph Huer was concerned about Dorgon's safety when he returned to the prince's mansion. Lama Kuiguang and Si Shuiliu inexplicably became enemies. One of them fled while the other was injured. This meant that the only one left in the original formation was Monk Wanda, who was alone. Zhang Jingxuan, who was standing at the side, still acted like he was watching a monkey show. However, he must be secretly enjoying it in his heart.

However, Monk Wanda was also called the Palace Master of the Puppet Palace. This was naturally not something that could be called casually. He was already tired of fighting and killing in his heart, so he had quite a number of puppets in his possession. Helping him do things. Pei Fafang from the Honesty Sect could only be considered a low-level fighter. Using the female disciples to control them remotely, he also used Monk Wanda's fame to suppress them, forcing them to submit. In addition, Monk Wanda had brought the strongest helper with him.