Chapter 3950 I'm used to it

Just now, Zhang Qing'an made a move and knocked all the magic swords that Chi Lang had thrown away.

This wasn't because Zhang Qing'an's cultivation was particularly strong, but because the slovenly Taoist had used the Eastern Emperor Bell to trap Chi Lang and then struck him three times, which had weakened most of his strength.

Holding the light to resist the damage from the Eastern Emperor Bell consumed most of his energy.

This shows that we still have a good chance of taking down Chilang at this point.

“Senior Zhang, Chi Lang ate the fruit of the Demon Cage Grass, which greatly increased his strength, but he was injured by the Eastern Emperor Bell. Now only you can defeat him,” I quickly explained.

As they were talking, Chilang waved his hand, and the magic swords returned to his side. Then, Chilang, sword and all, charged towards us. Seeing this, Zhang Qing'an raised his dark magic sword and quickly met Chilang's attack.

The two instantly clashed, their swords flashing and sparks flying.

It now seems that Chi Lang has indeed been greatly weakened by the Eastern Emperor Bell, otherwise Zhang Qing'an would definitely not have been able to withstand three moves.

But after seven or eight moves, Chi Lang unleashed another powerful attack, combining nine swords into one and charging forward. This time, Zhang Qing'an couldn't withstand it and was blasted away, rolling right next to us.

I quickly went over and helped Zhang Qing'an up.

Zhang Qing'an's eyes widened as he looked in Chi Lang's direction with disbelief: "My God, this kid is actually this amazing!"

"This is still a significant reduction in strength. You didn't see how he just tore the Blood Priest of the Crimson Shadow Sanctuary to pieces, and that Blood Priest even had a demon possess him..." As I spoke, I sent the Eight-Foot Magatama that was floating above my head directly onto Zhang Qing'an's head.

With the blessing of the Eight-Foot Magatama, Zhang Qing'an's strength will be greatly enhanced.

At the same time, I reminded Zhang Qing'an to quickly use the golden talisman.

Zhang Qing'an responded and, under the protection of the Eight-Foot Jade Ornament, once again went to meet Chi Lang, taking out a golden talisman and slapping it onto his magic sword.

In this way, when Zhang Qing'an went up to fight Chi Lang again, he felt that they were evenly matched.

"This isn't a solution. If Chilang unleashes another powerful attack, Senior Zhang won't be able to withstand it," the disheveled Taoist priest said with some concern.

At that moment, I turned around and saw Little Fatty not far away wielding his Demon-faced Purple-Gold Hammer, fighting against more than a dozen people from the Crimson Shadow Sanctuary. The hammer flew back and forth, constantly knocking those Crimson Shadow Sanctuary people into the air.

Little Fatty's big clock was right next to him.

Upon seeing the large bell, I immediately had an idea. I said to the slovenly Taoist priest, "Luo Laoliu, quickly release your paper armor zombies to hold them off for a while, and have Little Fatty carry the bell over to deal with Chi Lang."

Upon hearing what I said, the slovenly Taoist priest immediately reacted. With a wave of his hand, he released all the paper-armored zombies on his body. In addition, the slovenly Taoist priest took out the Corpse Control Bell. With a gentle shake, dozens of zombies turned up and quickly grew fangs, surrounding and attacking the people of the Crimson Shadow Holy Hall. In this way, not only did Little Fatty escape, but Little Demon Girl was also free to do so.

"Hey Fatty, come here, carry your big clock." I called out to Fatty.

Little Fatty was having a great time fighting, and when I called him, he was a little reluctant to come over.

However, he hesitated for a moment, then carried his large bell and jogged over.

"Little Jie, why are you calling me? I haven't killed enough yet. I've already beaten more than thirty people to death." Little Fatty was covered in blood and looked at me with some resentment.

“Chilang has gone berserk. Keep an eye on him for a while. At the crucial moment, ring the big bell, specifically targeting Chilang. That way, Senior Zhang will be able to succeed,” I said solemnly.

Little Fatty was only focused on the enemy in front of him and had no idea what was happening on our side. When he saw Chi Lang and Zhang Qing'an fighting over there, he was also taken aback.

"Good heavens, why are those two fighting?" Little Fatty said in disbelief.

"Stop watching, I'll tell you in a bit. I'll tell you when to ring the bell, so ring it," the slovenly Taoist priest called out.

Thus, we watched as Chi Lang and Zhang Qing'an fought for more than a dozen rounds. Suddenly, Chi Lang roared and unleashed all nine swords at once, forcing Zhang Qing'an back a distance. Then, the nine swords began to rapidly split into a large area of ​​sword energy.

As soon as I saw this, I knew that Chilang was about to unleash his most powerful move.

Just as the sword energy was rapidly forming and poised to strike, the disheveled Taoist priest suddenly shouted, "Ring the bell!"

At his command, the chubby boy slammed his pair of eight-sided purple-gold hammers down heavily onto the bell.

Chi Lang, who was about to unleash his ultimate move, trembled with fright and didn't release it.

At the same time, Zhang Qing'an activated the Yinming Sword Technique, his figure flickering as he quickly approached Chi Lang, and struck Chi Lang's head with a palm.

However, Chi Lang reacted very quickly. Before Zhang Qing'an's hand could grab his neck, he suddenly lowered his head and slapped Zhang Qing'an in the chest.

Zhang Qingan let out a muffled groan and was immediately sent flying.

Zhang Qing'an didn't dare to hurt him with his sword, he only wanted to knock him unconscious, but Chi Lang was in a frenzied state and didn't think that way, he only wanted to kill the person in front of him.

Just as Chi Lang slapped Zhang Qing'an in the chest, Chi Lang, who had not shown himself until now, suddenly appeared.

At the critical moment, Kassan delivered a swift chop to Chilang's neck.

Chi Lang was startled and slowly turned his head to see which of the six men had ambushed him. However, before he could turn his body even halfway, he fell to the ground like a noodle.

Kasangan's brilliant move, a surprise attack at a crucial moment, played a decisive role.

Zhang Qingan fell to the ground with a thud, having been badly beaten by Chi Lang.

Seeing Chilang fall to the ground, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

We all breathed a sigh of relief and rushed towards Chilang.

"Good heavens, this kid went crazy and almost wiped us all out. Luckily, Kasang stepped in." Brother Gu looked at Kasang.

“I’m used to it. I ambushed Angkor Wat in the same way last time.” Kassan smiled.

This kid's got experience ambushing his own brothers.

I crouched down and checked on Chi Lang. His body was burning hot, almost too hot to touch, and his veins were still bulging. He had eaten too many of those Demon Cage Grass fruits and didn't know how to use them sparingly.

Even so, the fruit's power was still at work.