Anger filled his eyes, Lingchu put away the Qingshuang Sword, and made a hand seal with both hands. The Qianye Feihua, which had always been only used as a sharp hidden weapon, made bursts of buzzing sounds, and slowly gathered from all directions.
Like a green hurricane, layers of thousand-leaf flying flowers surrounded the two monks who were besieging Lingchu, trapping them in circles.
The rapidly rotating green leaves and flying flowers are like sharp blades, making a sharp sound that cuts through the air, which is sharp and harsh.
Brother Lei Lingen and the monk who wielded a translucent flying sword and liked sneak attacks were both trapped inside.
The two people quickly approached and stood back to back. They each used attacking techniques towards the Qianye Feihua barrier in front of them, but they did not shake the barrier at all.
Such a technique consumes a lot of spiritual power. Lingchu used the spiritual power of Hidden Spirit Perry to maintain the stability of the technique in his hand. Looking at the monks in the Qianye Feihua barrier, his eyes could not help but become cold.
Since you like to hack people, you should also have a taste of being hacked.
The magic formula in Lingchu's hand changed, and half a thousand flying flowers suddenly rolled up from the barrier and floated in the air.
Then, dozens of thousand-leaf flying flowers seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand, moving one by one and turning into the shape of thunder and lightning, but the color was still emerald green.
Just like a turquoise thunderbolt, the zigzag-shaped green thunderbolt struck hard at the young monk who was about to break through only half of the thousand-leaf flying flower barrier.
The green thunder lacks the dominance and majesty of the dark purple electric light, but has two points more vitality and gentleness.
It looks completely inoffensive.
The young thunder attribute monk obviously thought so as he casually chopped out a dark purple thunder and faced the green thunder.
The next moment, violent roars resounded throughout the space, huge air waves surged up, and chaotic spiritual energy fell on everyone, temporarily stopping the fight between the two sides.
Everyone looked sideways and looked at the center of the explosion in amazement.
Among them, the most worrying one is Wan Chengxu.
Because he invited the person here, if anything happened, Wan Chengxu trembled and couldn't help but think of how much his brother valued these two senior brothers, especially senior brother Lei Linggen.
Wan Chengxu pursed his lips tightly, and his usually raised eyebrows were filled with fear.
He knew clearly in his heart that the relationship between him and his brother was not as close as it appeared on the outside.
Wan Chengxu knew his brother's character very well. He was by no means a person who cared about so-called family ties and only looked at the value of use.
If his surname hadn't been Wan, I'm afraid his value would be worse than just any outside disciple.
Even if his surname is Wan, I'm afraid his value is not as good as those of those people who are deeply appreciated by his brother.
For example, Lei Linggen's senior brother, Fu Jiutian.
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing two figures covered by the phantom of the golden bell. The golden bell was completely illusory, with runes swirling around it, golden light shining, and a complex and mysterious spiritual light.
A medium-grade defensive talisman, a golden bell talisman.
When the smoke and dust completely dissipated, the golden clock cracked with hideous cracks, and with a click, it turned into pieces with the breeze, and disappeared in the process of scattering.
Two figures appeared, standing with their backs facing each other. Both of them had disheveled hair and gray faces.
Especially among the two, the older monk had a frown on his face and a hint of red on his lips and tongue.
Obviously, the middle-grade Golden Bell Talisman cannot completely resist this attack.
The younger man's handsome face could no longer be seen at all. His brows were cold and tainted with a bit of gloom. The magic sword he held in his hand thundered, and dark purple thunder snakes swirled around it. Fierce.
Making a secret with both hands, the thunder sword in his hand flew away, flew into the air, and turned into thunder. Following the young monk's secret, one turned into two, and two turned into three. In one breath, dozens of ferocious thunder snakes spread out. The sky is full.
When the older monk saw this, his face changed drastically, and he shouted sternly, "Stop! Jiutian!"
What is this young man going to do? This is a trial for the sect.
During the sect trial, you are not allowed to kill fellow sect members. This is a rule that everyone knows very well and most disciples will abide by it. Therefore, very few disciples directly kill and use killing moves during the trial.
Just like Lingchu, he didn't think about using the explosive properties of Qianye Feihua directly at first. He only used it to harass and trap the enemy. He only used the explosion in anger after being slapped in the face.
But even if it exploded, Lingchu didn't use all the Qianye Feihua, only half of it.
Although the lethality is huge, it is not fatal.
But the move used by this disciple named Jiutian seemed to be extremely powerful.
Lingchu's expression changed slightly, and the green spirit shield moved according to his heart, splitting up instantly and turning into several identical spiritual shields, like diamond-shaped stones, wrapping Lingchu in it and protecting him tightly.
The spiritual patterns on it exude cyan light and shine brightly.
Fu Jiutian paused for a moment while holding the magic formula, and the anger in his heart calmed down a little when he heard his senior brother's sharp shout.
He has outstanding talents since childhood and has an extremely rare spiritual root with the thunder attribute. From his childhood to this day, he has never suffered such a setback among his peers, nor has he ever been so disgraced.
For a moment, he was angry and angry, and he unconsciously used this killing move. The spiritual energy in his body surged out, but within a few breaths, it was exhausted.
Calmly, Fu Jiutian thought highly of himself, but he was not arrogant. The girl's cyan disciple's robe flashed in front of his eyes. As his mind was ups and downs, he calmed down and suppressed his anger.
This is a sect trial, and no one's life can be taken easily.
However, he cannot bear this loss.
The coldness in Fu Jiutian's brows and eyes dissipated slightly, and the magic formula in his hand changed slightly. The originally very powerful magic technique was abruptly withdrawn by 30%.
According to Fu Jiutian's calculations, such a powerful thunder sea should be able to teach the arrogant female cultivator opposite him a lesson. At most, he would be injured, but not his life.
Lingchu didn't care what Fu Jiutian thought. She only knew that the dozens of dark purple thunder snakes above her head were very powerful. If she didn't block them and let them fall like this, she might really turn into a barbecue.
The Qingling Shield exuded a misty green light, but Lingchu was still not reassured. Several defensive talismans appeared in his hand. As the spiritual power circulated, layers of defense transformed from golden bell talismans were set inside the Qingling Shield. Outside Lingchu, .
Everything happened in just a few breaths.
Before the Golden Bell Talisman was activated, dozens of dark purple thunderbolts struck Chao Lingchu head-on.
The aura of the Qingling Shield flashed frequently, but it never broke open. It took most of the thunder to make the Qingling Shield make a slight clicking sound.
A shallow crack appeared on the flawless jade-like surface of the Qingling Shield.
Lingchu's heart ached, the Green Spirit Shield was rare, and a technique that could be cultivated. If it was damaged, it needed to be cultivated again and tempered with spiritual power. The longer it was cultivated, the more flexible it became and the stronger it became.
If it is completely broken, it will need to be condensed, nurtured, and tempered again, which is really time-consuming.
Therefore, Lingchu felt heartbroken when he looked at the crack.
