Chapter 87: The Three Ninjas are Headed and the Ancient Temple Relics - "749 Game of the Taoist Priest Descending the Mountain"
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The dense forest halfway up the mountain was filled with murderous aura.
The three Koga jounin gave up their encirclement formation, and the evil power around them surged. The hems of their black clothes moved automatically without wind, and the poison-quenched short blades in their hands glowed with a cold green light. They rushed towards Hu Jiulang from three directions at the same time with an indomitable murderous intention.
The three of them are all top masters of the Koga School. They are proficient in ninjutsu, escape techniques, poison techniques, and close combat. A joint attack can tear apart the protective barrier of ordinary monks, and their power is terrifying.
The wind in the forest suddenly stopped, and the air seemed to be frozen with murderous intent. The other ninjas retreated one after another to free up space on the battlefield, waiting for the three jounin to kill the opponent's leader.
"Senior Brother Hu, be careful!" Fan Mengxue's eyes narrowed, and she was about to urge Lei Fa to come forward to support.
"No need." Hu Jiulang raised his hand to signal her to stay in the formation, facing the three jounin alone, his figure as tall as a pine, standing in the center of the Bagua formation.
His left hand is behind his back, and the fingertips of his right hand are holding the Suppression Seal. The golden hexagram patterns are flowing around his body, and the innate power of the eight hexagrams is ready to go.
Three black shadows approached in an instant, and the short blades carried sharp winds that broke through the air, striking at Hu Jiulang's three vital points between his eyebrows, his heart, and his waist. Their moves were vicious, tricky, and fatal.
The moment the short blade was about to approach——
The golden Bagua pattern on the ground suddenly surged, turning into a circular golden barrier, firmly protecting Hu Jiulang's whole body.
clang!clang!clang!
Three harsh sounds of gold and iron sounded one after another.
The poison-quenched short blades of the three Jonin struck hard on the golden light barrier, causing air waves to roll and dust to rise, but they could not break through the Bagua barrier's defense at all. Instead, they were shocked so hard that their arms went numb and they involuntarily took a few steps back.
The three people's eyes were all shocked.
Unexpectedly, this young Taoist priest's formation skills were so powerful that he was able to carry the three of them together and attack with only the formation, without moving at all.
"If you can't break through a strong attack, use trickery instead!"
A jounin shouted, and the three people's bodies suddenly differentiated and turned into countless clones and phantoms. It was difficult to distinguish the true from the false. They used the afterimages to confuse the vision and once again attacked from all directions, specializing in the flaw in the barrier.
"Little tricks."
Hu Jiulang's eyes were cold, and under his direct gaze, all the clones and phantoms were invisible, and the three people's true auras were clearly reflected in his eyes.
With a slight twist of his fingertips, the three cinnabar talismans suspended in the air instantly ignited with fire and turned into three red light bands, which accurately locked onto the bodies of the three Jonin, ignoring the interference of the clones, and struck directly between the eyebrows.
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