"Leave me alone!"
Young Master Jiao shouted angrily, and when he saw Cheng Ling easily taking away Shuikuihuo, he became even more angry. He stretched out the steel claw of his right hand, and a water dragon rushed towards him. On the surface of the lake, the power of the water dragon has increased by several percent out of thin air!
Nangong Hao could barely block Cheng Ling's sword energy. He swung his spear like a dragon. The barrel of the spear was straight and curved, making it impossible for anyone to grasp it. Compared with his previous spear skills in the battle, Nangong Hao had improved to another level.
Murong Qing's right hand turned a circle of light, and the sword energy that Cheng Ling had killed unexpectedly changed its direction and shot back.
Young Master Wuhen flicked his arm, and his sword energy shot towards the sky without any impact.
Four young heroes came towards Cheng Ling from four directions and killed him directly.
On the other side, Liu Qingyan blocked Ouyang Ming, Jian Yinghao blocked Dugu Jian, Xie Feng blocked Zhao Guangzhong and Ye Xiuluo alone, and the remaining Xi Yan and Zhang Hu rushed into the air to block Yun Jingwen and Murong Qian. Snow, the situation is extremely dangerous.
The remaining monks standing by the lake rushed into the sky above the lake one by one. Since they couldn't grab the water sunflower fire, it would be a great gain to grab its seeds.
In an instant, sword light shone on the lake, palm wind and fist shadows were densely covered, and blood flowed across the lake, instantly dyeing the entire lake red.
Cheng Ling faced four extremely powerful opponents and did not dare to relax at all. Attacks were coming from the left and right, and the danger was even greater from above. He had no choice but to sink into the lake.
Young Master Jiao snorted coldly and said to himself: Fighting underwater with this young master, you really don’t know what my real body is, you are simply asking for your own death.
He chased Cheng Ling into the lake without hesitation.
As soon as he entered the lake, Cheng Ling used his breathing technique and dived towards the bottom of the lake without stopping. There were too many people on the opponent's side, and we still had a certain degree of confidence in one-on-one combat. We were really no match in a group battle, so we had to attract them over and use the lake to escape.
Although he did not dare to release the sword element that was too powerful, his dive speed was still very fast. Before it was time for a cup of tea, my feet fell to the bottom of the lake.
With a thought in his mind, he swung his long sword lightly and kept turning, constantly hitting the bottom of the lake with sword energy. Suddenly, the lake water became turbid, and it was impossible to see the direction clearly with just two eyes.
He glanced at the turbid water with satisfaction, congratulating himself on his cleverness. But he had forgotten that among all the young heroes, there was one, Young Master Jiao.
With his instinctive feeling for water, he discovered Cheng Ling's traces and had a clear view of what the other party was doing under the surface of the lake. But he didn't stop him. That was fine. If the others didn't have the ability to catch Cheng Ling like him, they wouldn't be able to compete with him for the treasure.
After Cheng Ling finished setting up, he was about to change direction and leave quietly. Master Jiao's speed increased sharply, and he was at his side in an instant, grabbing him with one claw.
"Chi!"
There was a soft sound, and Cheng Ling was caught off guard. In his busy schedule, he dodged his vitals, but unfortunately his back was still deeply scratched by the opponent, leaving several blood marks. He turned around and used the Mu Xiang Ling Jue technique to recover the injuries on his back. He looked at Young Master Jiao in front of him and said calmly: "Yes, it is Young Master Jiao after all. You can also find his traces this way!"
"Hmph! It's only your fault that you sought your own death and escaped into the water. If you're wise enough to hand over the storage ring, maybe I can leave you with a whole body!"
"You are not ashamed of your words. Even in the water, I don't think you are sure of victory!"
"Then you will die!"
Young Master Jiao stopped talking nonsense. With one click of his claws, hundreds of afterimages were transformed into hundreds of afterimages. Once he made a move, it was a killing move. He wanted to capture Cheng Ling in the shortest possible time, lest he
Long nights and many dreams.
Cheng Ling's eyes narrowed. He was better at this kind of virtual and real moves. At least in terms of spatial artistic conception, he was a few steps ahead of Jiao Shao. He stretched out his long sword, aimed at the gap in the middle of the afterimage, and stabbed it through.
Master Jiao was shocked. He didn't expect that the opponent would break through the first move. Is Cheng Ling stronger than Jian Yinghao? Yes, after all, the other party is now at the peak of perfection just like himself. It seemed that ordinary moves were useless and it was time to use more powerful martial arts.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. He stretched out the steel claw of his right hand and shouted: "Hundred Split Claw!"
Swish swish swish...!
The extremely fast claws pressed over the sky and the earth. Each claw was like piercing gold cracked stone, bringing up the water at the bottom of the lake, forming waterspouts, which had both the power of pulling and the power of an attack!
Cheng Ling's long chanting sword trembled, forming a strong concussive force that instantly shattered the waterspouts. The long sword spun around, turned several circles of light, and struck out in the eternal sky with one move.
Clang, Clang, Clang!
There was a rapid collision sound, and the two men fought extremely brilliantly. The mud at the bottom of the lake was almost completely overturned, making it even more turbid. But such a strong impact sound could not block the ears of the monks, and they all sneaked towards the direction where the two men were fighting.
Young Master Jiao and Cheng Ling fought hundreds of battles, but they couldn't gain any advantage. They were shocked, and worried that the disciples from the powerful forces behind him would get involved. In a rage, he pushed his true energy to the limit and poured it all into his right arm. A black hole in space seemed to be formed on the claws.
Cheng Ling was secretly frightened, knowing that he could not allow the other party to gain momentum any longer. The speed of the long sword suddenly increased, and dozens of swords were fired in one breath. However, the black hole was very tenacious. Not only did it not collapse, the surrounding water flow gathered together, and the momentum became even more powerful.
Cheng Ling had no choice but to retract the Dragon Song Sword, and injected the sword essence in his body crazily. For a moment, the surrounding space seemed to have cracks. The third-level sword skill, Kill in the Sky!
Since you want to fight, let's see who attacks harder.
The two of them gathered enough momentum to focus their attacks on one point and blasted at each other fiercely.
Rumble~!
The bottom of the lake was like a volcano erupting, stirring up a huge column of water, rushing directly to the lake surface, like a waterfall flowing backwards, rushing into the air, and finally fell down after a long time.
Master Jiao and Cheng Ling were shaken back quickly by the strong impact. Their attacks were half-measured, and neither of them gained much benefit. Moreover, their chests were shaken to the point of numbness, and their true energy was not functioning smoothly for a while.
Cheng Ling secretly cried out that he was unlucky and was about to try his best to move sideways and escape while taking advantage of the chaos at the bottom of the lake. But who would have thought that right next to him, two figures suddenly appeared, one holding a spear and stabbing him fiercely, and the other forming a huge blood-red palm print on his right hand and slapping it towards his chest!
Cheng Ling tried his best to save his true energy, raised his right hand, and the Dragon Sword missed by just a hair. It only opened the vital part of his chest and was deeply pierced into his right shoulder. No longer able to resist the remaining palm, he retracted it all, a hot energy came from his chest, he looked up to the sky and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. He couldn't control his body shape and crashed heavily into the stone wall of the lake.
The two were about to give chase, but Murong Qing, Master Wuhen, Young Master Jiao and others rushed over. Seeing that Cheng Ling had disappeared, they looked at the two of them kindly and said calmly: "Hand over Shuikuihuo, maybe I can spare you from death!"
Nangong Hao and Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly in their hearts. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling was seriously injured and fell into another trap.
In the midst of the encirclement by Master Jiao and others. They don't believe that the other party can let them go based on their own words, and they don't believe it themselves either.
There is no intention to say more, they can only take advantage of the turbidity at the bottom of the lake to disperse and escape.
When the remaining three people saw them running away, they were not willing to relax easily. Cheng Ling lost track and was either killed or ran away. In short, these two people must not let them escape! Amid the angry shouts, they each looked for a target and chased after them.
On the lake, Liu Qingyan, Jian Yinghao and others were relatively restrained and did not fight to the death with Ye Shura and Zhao Guangzhong. The two sides fought for more than ten rounds and then went to look for the overflowing water sunflower seeds. As for Cheng Ling's traces, those few monks were enough to pursue him, but adding them to the mix wouldn't help!
But they waited on the lake for a long time, but no one saw Cheng Ling and others coming up. Not only that, but even Master Jiao, Nangong Hao and others had lost their traces.
This time, I am no longer calm. Liu Qingyan asked anxiously: "What's going on? Why doesn't Cheng Ling come up? Could something have happened?"
Jian Yinghao comforted him: "Don't worry, they must be fighting at the bottom of the lake and won't be able to escape for a while. So, let's rush in and take a look and help Brother Cheng!"
Everyone nodded and rushed in one by one.
However, after entering, he saw a strange scene. Master Jiao's claws came out frequently, beating Nangong Hao back steadily. On the other side, Murong Qing and Master Wuhen chased Ouyang Ming, circling in circles at the bottom of the lake.
Nangong Hao was in danger and said helplessly: "Master Jiao, don't bully me too much. I did not get the water, sunflower and fire, it was taken away by Cheng Ling!"
"Stop talking nonsense, Cheng Ling and I were fighting underwater. It wasn't you and Ouyang who took the opportunity to make a sneak attack. Now that Cheng Ling has disappeared, who should I look for if not you?"
Ouyang Ming was also complaining. Murong Qing and Mr. Wuhen could not resist the combined efforts. He could only say: "You have misunderstood. We just hit Cheng Ling. Whether he lives or dies is unknown. How can there be any Take his water and sunflower fire for nothing!"
Liu Qingyan suddenly felt dizzy and almost lost her balance. Looking at Ouyang Ming, Sen Han asked, "What you said is true!"
"Yes, I just hit Cheng Ling and didn't grab the water sunflower!"
Liu Qingyan was filled with hatred and said a few words from between her teeth: "Then you should die!"
With a push of his hands, the temperature of the entire lake suddenly dropped, almost freezing into ice. All the monks shivered, and their eyes looked at Liu Qingyan with a hint of fear!
"Extreme Ice!"
Tankou softly spat out three cold words, and the ice crystals in the lake instantly turned into ice blades, rushing towards Ouyang Ming and Nangong Hao.
Young Master Jiao was frightened and hurriedly jumped out of the battle circle, cursing in his heart "crazy woman", but it was not easy for him to accept these ice blades by himself.
Ouyang Ming and Nangong Hao faced the ice blades that came like a rainstorm. They were in a hurry. They kept moving towards each other, hoping to combine their strength to jointly resist Liu Qingyan's attack.
Liu Qingyan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he used the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique without hesitation. His combat power was greatly enhanced, and the entire lake was completely frozen. The rest of the people were horrified, thinking that it would bring disaster to the fish in the pond, and they hurriedly avoided it.
"The extreme of fire!"
I saw her hands circling around, condensing a circle of ice on the left and right, and condensing a ring of fire on her right hand. Her hands were slightly bent, and the two apertures began to merge little by little, eventually forming two sides of ice and fire. The vortex kept rotating towards the two of them. Shoot over!
(End of chapter)
Nine skills of immortality
