Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

Chapter 152: Unparalleled Understanding

The tip of the sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if even the air was torn apart by the momentum of this sword.

An Wuhen was currently troubled by the restraints on his feet, and his movements were a little slow.

Faced with Dongfang Qingmo's sudden attack, he could only hurriedly dodge sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

This revealed a bigger flaw in his figure.

At this moment, Huangfu Yi also seized the opportunity and strode into the battle circle, forming a pincer attack with Dongfang Qingmo.

The three of them cooperated with each other in perfect harmony. Every move seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, and every move was just right to block An Wuhen's retreat.

With their joint efforts, An Wuhen suddenly felt the pressure doubled, and he was defeated step by step. The situation became increasingly unfavorable for him.

Feeling the pressure from all sides, An Wuhen roared angrily. His body seemed to be filled with an invisible force, and a strong dark aura burst out from him.

This force swept around like a violent storm, shattering the whip wielded by Qian Shuishui.

Fragments flew everywhere, and the air was filled with a burning smell.

"Green Wood Whip!!!" Qian Shuishui screamed in shock, her palms becoming numb from the recoil force.

She shook her hands vigorously, trying to relieve the stinging sensation, but when she saw the fragments of the green wooden whip scattered on the ground, an indescribable sorrow welled up in her heart.

"My green wooden whip!!" she murmured to herself, with a trace of reluctance and anger in her eyes.

Just when An Wuhen was temporarily exposed to a flaw because of this burst of power, Dongfang Qingmo keenly sensed this opportunity.

Holding the Dragon Roar Sword, she drew a graceful arc in the air, accurately cutting through An Wuhen's arm.

An Wuhen covered his bleeding wound tightly, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at Dongfang Qingmo fiercely.

He thought to himself that if he continued to fight like this in the face of this wheel tactic, his strength would be exhausted and the situation would be extremely unfavorable.

We must change our strategy, the best approach is to defeat them one by one!

Just when everyone thought he would launch another fierce attack, An Wuhen's expression suddenly changed, and his figure instantly turned into a thick black mist, blending with the surrounding darkness, making it impossible to distinguish his specific location.

Seeing this, Dongfang Qingmo thought to himself that something was wrong and realized that the situation had become extremely difficult.

The perfect fusion of An Wuhen and the black fog made him seem to be hidden in the night, and it was impossible to capture his movements.

"Quick, quickly evacuate the range of this black fog!" Dongfang Ti shouted anxiously, trying to command everyone to escape from danger.

After hearing Dongfang Ti's warning, everyone did not dare to hesitate and turned around to retreat.

The strange black fog seemed to have its own will, like an invisible giant beast, slowly and steadily spreading towards them, bringing with it a suffocating feeling of oppression.

The air was filled with tension and anxiety, and everyone's heartbeat accelerated as the black fog approached.

An Wuhen's sinister eyes first fixed on the old bald monks.

There was a faint golden light emanating from their bodies, which was particularly dazzling in An Wuhen's eyes, causing him to feel an indescribable feeling of disgust.

"Hmph, let's start with you bunch of bald donkeys!" An Wuhen thought to himself.

Just when everyone looked at where An Wuhen was again, they were surprised to find that he had quietly appeared behind Abbot Kongming and others without them knowing when.

"Abbot, be careful!" When Master Xiao saw this scene from afar, his face suddenly changed. He shouted loudly and rushed over to provide reinforcements.

However, it was too late.

At this moment, An Wuhen's hideous and terrifying head slowly emerged from the rolling black fog.

There was a creepy evil smile on his face, and at the same time, a thick and indissoluble black mist, like a huge black hand, suddenly grabbed this group of highly respected monks with lightning speed.

Then, An Wuhen effortlessly lifted the group of monks high into the air. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a cold and cruel arc: "You monks, you keep chanting about Buddha's light all day long, it's really annoying!"

Although Abbot Kongming's hands were tied and he could not move, he remained calm and composed, and recited scriptures in a low voice.

Upon seeing this, the other monks followed the abbot in chanting without hesitation.

In an instant, dazzling golden light emanated from them continuously. This light was like the dawn light, gradually penetrating and dispersing the thick black fog that had tightly wrapped them.

An Wuhen only felt a tingling sensation all over his body, as if thousands of tiny needles were constantly pricking him.

His eyes became increasingly fierce and fierce, revealing a strong murderous intent.

Just as his mind was beginning to stir, strands of vital energy, as thin as a hair but clearly discernible, began to slowly flow out from the bodies of the group of monks.

These essences flickered with a faint and mysterious light, as if being pulled by some invisible force, slowly moving towards An Wuhen.

They were like countless small streams that eventually converged into a torrent and poured into An Wuhen's body with an unstoppable momentum.

An Wuhen twisted his neck slightly, an expression of extreme enjoyment and greed on his face, as he desperately absorbed the endless supply of essence.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Qingmo, who was not far away, couldn't help but feel anxious.

If this situation is allowed to continue, the lives of the monks may be in danger due to the loss of a large amount of energy.

Thinking of this, she clenched her teeth and secretly made up her mind that even if it meant taking huge risks, she would rush into this area filled with thick black fog to stop all this.

Huangfu Yi: “!!!”

Dongfang Ti: “!!!”

Qian Shuishui: “!!!”

Huangfu Yi followed Dongfang Qingmo closely and stepped into the thick black fog together.

Dongfang Qingmo held the Dragon Roar Sword tightly in his jade hand, and a dazzling and strong silver light suddenly appeared on the sword, as dazzling as lightning across the night sky.

Accompanied by a clear whistle from her mouth: "Demon-breaking Sword Style!" This sword technique was unleashed like a hurricane and rainstorm.

In an instant, sword lights flashed and intertwined, and sword energy spread everywhere, actually tearing a narrow hole in the black fog in front of him.

The black fog seemed to be enraged, rolling and surging, trying to close again, but it was still unable to withstand the extremely sharp sword force.