Just as they were talking, the three of them used their previous spells again and continued to attack Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo shook his shoulders, like a gecko with its tail cut off, giving up his arms and retreating, instantly escaping from the range of the ink dragon and phoenix and pipa ripples.

However, the iron rod in the black-clothed young man's hand chased Wang Shuo and Wang Shuo sneered, a pair of new arms quickly grew from the broken arms, and suddenly hit the young man's chest.

Before the young man in black had time to suppress the iron rod, he felt a shock in his chest, and his whole body shot out like an arrow, hitting the ripples of the lute and the ink dragon and phoenix.

"ah!"

As soon as the black ink came into contact with the young man, it was like a drop of ink dripping into the water. It instantly spread into his body and invaded his spiritual roots.

At the same time, the boy's body deformed and twisted as the ripples spread from the lute, and the whole body emitted the sound of "gurgling" bones breaking.

Seeing this, the two people quickly stopped attacking and stared blankly at the young man in black who was lying limply on the ground.

"this…"

The old man in Taoist robes also changed his expression and looked at the two of them: "You two...!"

"It doesn't matter, we just made a mistake, and it was Wang Shuo who killed..." Cold sweat flowed from the woman in the red dress. She looked at Wang Shuo again, but found that Wang Shuo was no longer where he was.

"help me!"

Behind the three of them, the enchanting man's cry for help sounded again. He turned around and saw that Wang Shuo was bombarding this man.

The old man in Taoist robes immediately waved his hand, and the black and white flying sword rushed towards Wang Shuo again. Wang Shuo smiled proudly, did not dodge, and shouted: "Turn the world around!"

Immediately, the sky and the earth reversed, yin and yang reversed, and several people turned their heads to the ground and their feet to the sky. The two flying swords that originally flew towards Wang Shuo actually flew towards the white-faced scholar and the woman in the red dress.

The two raised their eyebrows and quickly picked up the magic weapons in their hands to attack the two flying swords.

However, when the two flying swords collided with the ripples of the lute and the ink dragon and phoenix, the three people's eyes were blurred, and the surroundings returned to their original state.

The two flying swords were firmly stepped on by Wang Shuo, but an ominous premonition arose in the hearts of the white-faced scholar and the red-dressed woman.

Suddenly, the old man in Taoist robes fell to the ground with a thud, dying in almost the same way as the young man in black just now.

The two of them were immediately too frightened to move, and stared at Wang Shuo with very frightened expressions.

Wang Shuo picked up the two flying swords on the ground: "Yes, low-level magic weapons. What a pity, the master was killed by his companions!"

"That's an illusion... You used illusion to make the two of us launch spells at him!" the woman in the red dress said in panic.

Wang Shuo nodded: "The response is very fast, and now there is still..."

Before he finished speaking, a dark cloud suddenly appeared a foot high above Wang Shuo's head, with arcs of electricity flashing through it.

Wang Shuo was curious, and just as he was about to look up, an electric arc struck Wang Shuo from the clouds as fast as lightning.

Wang Shuo's eyes widened and he suddenly felt the muscles all over his body contract and tremble uncontrollably, accompanied by bursts of severe pain and ejaculation.

"You two, hurry up!"

At this time, the enchanting man behind Wang Shuo shouted to the two of them.

The two men responded and hurriedly activated the magic weapon and struck it towards Wang Shuo.

As soon as the black ink stained Wang Shuo, it immediately penetrated into the body from the skin and eroded towards the spiritual roots. At the same time, Wang Shuo's body twisted and deformed along with the pipa ripples, and the bones around his body also broke.

Wang Shuo screamed in his heart that it was not good, but his spiritual roots were eroded by black ink, his magic power was not flowing smoothly, and his body was controlled by the ripples of the lute. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Don't kill this man, my emperor needs body refining magic!" the enchanting man said.

Hearing this, the woman in the red dress and the white-faced scholar nodded and slightly reduced the power of the magic weapon. However, these two people underestimated Wang Shuo too much. This slight reduction made Wang Shuo able to breathe.

Wang Shuo let go of his hand, and the two talismans turned into two rays of light and flew out from the cuffs. One of the red rays was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and it split into two and fell on the wrists of the woman in the red dress. Then they suddenly came together again.

The pipa immediately fell from the woman's hand, and when she looked at her hands again, she saw that they were surrounded by a red ring. At the same time, the woman in the red dress felt that the magic power in her body was stagnant, and her expression immediately changed.

On the other side, the thunder net in front of the enchanting man lit up, and ten extremely thin red silk threads were seen passing through the gaps in the thunder net, instantly piercing the enchanting man's forehead.

Wang Shuo smiled proudly, and his bones recovered quickly. He stood up and stood in front of the woman in the red dress.

The woman in the red dress looked up at Wang Shuo, her eyes full of fear: "Help...save me!"

Wang Shuo raised his brows and suddenly slapped her down. The woman's head immediately spun like a top, killing her on the spot.

Then Wang Shuo looked back at the white-faced scholar: "Fellow Taoist, it seems that he is not very talkative!"

Hearing this, the white-faced scholar's originally fair face became even paler, his eyes flashed, he put away the inkstone magic weapon, turned around and turned into a ray of yellow light to escape.

Wang Shuo smiled slightly, and the two snow sculptures in the air immediately intercepted the yellow light. Wang Shuo jumped up and punched them.

This punch caused the yellow light to disperse, and the man's sense of suspension suddenly disappeared, and he fell diagonally from the air. Fortunately, he quickly made a hand and chanted a mantra, and the air turned into a yellow light again and escaped.

However, before he could fly a few feet away, Wang Shuo swooped down from the snow sculpture's back, firmly grabbed the white-faced scholar, and fell from the air to the ground with him.

A large crater was immediately created at the intersection of the east-west main city road and the north-south main city road. The skeleton of the white-faced scholar's lower body broke instantly when it fell, causing him to grit his teeth and roar in pain.

Wang Shuo grabbed his long hair with one hand and lifted his entire body: "How do you get rid of this ink from my body? Tell me and I will spare your life!"
Chapter completed!