All this happened in a flash of lightning,
Ding Xiaoyi has not yet reacted.
The unruly young man inexplicably broke into his sea of consciousness, catching him a little off guard.
Fortunately, with the eyes of yin and yang, everything is safe.
After the unruly boy was purified by the Yin-Yang Samsara Eye, Ding Xiaoyi withdrew from his sea of consciousness.
The unruly young man was so powerful that even the divine sword formed by his own consciousness could not repel him.
"ah……",
Just when Ding Xiaoyi was secretly thinking about getting lucky, Wuyouzi's screams came to his ears.
Ding Xiaoyi's heart trembled,
He turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Wuyouzi,
And Li Luo, who turned into a corpse puppet, also raised the long sword in his hand and rushed toward Ding Xiaoyi.
"roll……",
Ding Xiaoyi shouted angrily,
The long sword in his hand stirred up the faint sword talisman, and the light of the sword talisman gathered into the sword prison space.
A sword prison millstone condensed and rose,
He raised his sword and slashed at Li Luo, and the sword prison millstone crushed Li Luo.
"Boom" sound,
Li Luo also released the power of the sword domain.
The power of his sword domain rises and falls like the tide, and then the sword domain that Li Luo releases becomes more and more majestic.
After Ding Xiaoyi swung his sword out of the sword prison space, he rushed towards Wuyouzi without looking.
When he appeared beside Wuyouzi,
Ding Xiaoyi's heart trembled as a sword-like light stabbed towards him.
The power of this sword light was unstoppable, and he struck out with a sword in his backhand.
"clang……",
The sound of jingo's clash sounded,
The violent sword energy exploded, and Ding Xiaoyi felt a powerful impact pouring in.
This caused his figure to keep retreating,
After he took a few steps back, his body stabilized.
He took a closer look,
He saw Linghu Zhuo holding a long sword and looking at him with a smile.
"Senior Linghu, since you are also a sword cultivator, why do you hide yourself?"
When Ding Xiaoyi saw Linghuzhuo with a smile on his face, he immediately became angry and asked Linghuzhuo.
"Little friend Ding, I am just looking for a suitable body for my ancestor. He is, and so is he. As for little friend Ding, it is actually part of my plan."
Linghu Zhuo pointed at Li Luo and then at Wuyouzi, who was screaming in agony.
Ding Xiaoyi's heart sank, but he didn't expect that the ancestor of the Linghu family was not dead yet.
It should be said that the soul is still retained, but the physical body seems to be decayed.
"It's a pity that your plan is doomed to fail. That unruly boy should be the soul clone of the ancestor of the Linghu family. He wants to take my soul and replace it, but it's a pity that he still doesn't have enough cultivation."
Ding Xiaoyi smiled casually and said to Linghu Zhuo.
Hearing Ding Xiaoyi's sarcastic words, Linghu Zhuo did not get angry.
He just looked at Ding Xiaoyi strangely,
"Little friend Ding, can you escape from the siege of the three of us? No matter what, I admire you very much, little friend Ding. You have many adventures at a young age. Even I am starting to feel a little jealous of you."
Linghu Zhuo said quietly to Ding Xiaoyi.
"There is nothing I can do. I have been lucky since I was a child. Maybe I just got lucky this time."
Ding Xiaoyi shrugged and mocked Linghu Zhuo again.
When Linghu Zhuo heard this, his face darkened slightly.
Ding Xiaoyi caught Linghuzhuo's confusion and rushed towards Wuyouzi again.
If Wuyouzi is completely controlled by Ancestor Linghu, then his situation will be even more dangerous. He will have to face three peerless experts alone.
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"Click" sound,
The sword prison space that Ding Xiaoyi surged out suppressed Li Luo.
The power of the sword domain released by Li Luo became as vulnerable as paper.
The sword prison millstone crushed towards Li Luo,
Li Luo struggled to hold on, as he was in danger of being crushed to pieces by the sword prison millstone at any time.
Linghu Zhuo glanced out of the corner of his eye.
He saw that Li Luo's situation was precarious, but he had no intention of taking action.
"Senior Linghu, Li Luo's body is about to be crushed into a pile of pulp. Is it possible that Senior Linghu just watches helplessly as your ancestor Linghu's spare body is crushed into a pile of pulp?"
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand flickered with light, and he drove the sword prison millstone to crush Li Luo fiercely.
Linghu Zhuo, however, remained calm. He just glanced coldly at Li Luo, who was struggling to support him.
There was no worry on his face.
"Little friend Ding is really laid-back, and he has this leisurely and elegant attitude to care about others."
Linghu Zhuo didn't seem to care about Li Luo's physical body, he said to Ding Xiaoyi again.
"Click" sound,
Li Luo is just a corpse puppet. After all, he is not Li Luo himself.
His consciousness and soul were annihilated by the ancestor of the Linghu family.
He is just a walking corpse, and his full strength cannot be used.
The sound of "click" is endless,
The sword prison millstone had already bent Li Luo's body.
The bones all over Li Luo's body made slight sounds.
Linghu Zhuo still looks calm and calm,
And Wuyouzi's shrill screams began to slowly weaken.
Ding Xiaoyi's heart sank, he knew it was too late to ask Wuyouzi.
The sword in his hand slowly retracted behind him, and he held the hilt tightly with his right hand.
Ding Xiaoyi is gathering momentum, his eyes are as bright as a torch.
He looked at Linghu Zhuo, the murderous intent in his eyes undisguised.
The long sword in Linghu Zhuo's hand flickered, and the long sword turned into a folding fan again.
His figure is as elegant as the wind, and his outstanding temperament emerges spontaneously.
Seeing this extraordinary temperament Linghu Zhuo, Ding Xiaoyi felt in a trance.
He found that Linghu Zhuo was very similar to that unruly young man.
He even had the illusion that the Linghu Zhuo in front of him was that unruly young man.
"call",
A majestic momentum rose violently,
Wuyouzi appeared next to Linghuzhuo like a marionette.
After seeing Wuyouzi's dull and careless eyes, Ding Xiaoyi sighed in his heart.
He knew that Wuyouzi's sea of consciousness was destroyed and his soul was defeated.
He has been controlled by the soul clone of ancestor Linghu.
He arrived in front of Linghu Zhuo like a zombie.
After Linghuzhuo saw Wuyouzi's expressionless face, a happy smile appeared on his face.
"Although I don't know how Ding Xiaoyou cracked the ancient Zhu You Technique, but judging from the current situation, it seems to be very detrimental to Ding Xiaoyou."
Linghu Zhuo said to Ding Xiaoyi very comfortably.
Wuyouzi raised a dust fly in his hand,
The whisk exploded, and a ball of white light-like Gang Yuan suddenly condensed.
The white light-like Gang Yuan once again transformed into a more powerful white lotus.
Wuyouzi swung the whisk in his hand towards the Sword Prison Millstone, and the huge white lotus crushed it towards the Sword Prison Millstone.
[In view of the general environment,
"Boom" sound,
The Gangyuan White Lotus slammed into the Sword Prison Millstone.
A dull roar sounded,
Sword Prison
The millstone was hit by the Gang Yuan White Lotus and began to crack like spider webs.
Ding Xiaoyi
Seeing this, a bitter look appeared on his face.
Wuyouzi was once a peerless strong man,
Even if his physical body is controlled by the clone of Linghu Ancestor Yuan Shen, he still has 70% or 80% fighting power.
He was not surprised at all that Wuyouzi was able to break through the sword prison space.
"Click" sound,
The sword prison millstone was cracked open by the powerful Gangyuan White Lotus.
Ding Xiaoyi was blocked by Linghu Zhuo, and he had no time to distract himself from maintaining the Sword Prison Millstone.
"boom……",
Finally, the Sword Prison Millstone was shattered by Wuyouzi's powerful blow, and the Sword Prison Millstone exploded.
at this time,
Li Luo's body that had been crushed and bent stood upright again, and the zombie-like Li Luo let out a violent roar.
Ding Xiaoyi's right hand pressed tightly on the hilt of the sword,
He was ready to strike, hoping to hit the target with one hit.
Linghu Zhuo seemed to see what Ding Xiaoyi was thinking, and there was still no wave on his face.
He just looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a smile.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't move, and neither did Linghu Zhuo.
The two figures slowly came to Linghuzhuo's side with mechanical movements. Wuyouzi and Li Luo stood on both sides of Linghuzhuo.
"Friend Ding, you have no chance anymore, why not surrender to my ancestor, so that you don't have to go to Fusang Kingdom."
"If you are chosen by my humble ancestor, your cultivation strength will definitely reach a higher level. It may not even be possible to directly break the void and fly to the nine heavens and ten earths."
Linghu Zhuo persuaded Ding Xiaoyi again,
He exudes confidence.
Under the siege of three powerful men, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't escape even if he had wings.
"Ha ha ha ha",
Ding Xiaoyi let out a long laugh,
He exerted a slight force on his right hand and held the sword hilt tightly.
He knew he couldn't lose his position,
This Peach Blossom Valley is just a strange independent space, and he also knows that his strength will be greatly reduced.
But of course he wouldn't just give up.
If you don't give it a try, who will know the outcome.
Ding Xiaoyi has never been a submissive person, so a swordsman should have the courage to face the sword directly.
"Little friend Ding, why are you laughing?"
Linghu Zhuo seemed to be convinced of Ding Xiaoyi, so he asked curiously.
"I laugh at you for being too conceited. No matter how high your cultivation level is, it doesn't matter. Even if I am trapped in this world for the rest of my life, it doesn't matter."
"But I am still me, and you are just the puppet of the ancestor Linghu." Ding Xiao pointed at Linghu Zhuo and shouted sharply.
"hiss……",
After saying that,
He had finished accumulating strength, and he drew the sword in his right hand.
I saw a sword light that was as stunning as a giant striking straight towards Linghu Zhuo.
That sword accumulated all the energy in his body, and this sword directly split the space between him and Linghu Zhuo.
Linghuzhuo's expression changed.
But he didn't expect that Ding Xiaoyi's sword would be like thunder.
In a hurry,
The folding fan in his hand blocked his chest.
"嗗"
A sharp sword whistle sounded, and Ding Xiaoyi's sword struck hard on the folding fan on Linghu Zhuo's chest.
"Bang" sound,
Linghu Zhuo was struck by the powerful sword.
The folding fan in his hand emitted a string of sparks, and Ding Xiaoyi turned around and ran away.
He knew that he couldn't go head-to-head with these three strong men yet.
Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.
He is not a fool. How could he fall into the trap of these three powerful men?
He escaped from the encirclement.
Ding Xiaoyi's figure turned into several afterimages and shot towards the depths of the hall.
