Cheng Ling did not dare to relax at all. In his opinion, the chief disciples of the nine major forces were also divided into strong and weak ones. The strongest ones are Jiao Shao and Ye Shura. The former has the body of a dragon, strong life aura, and extremely high defense.
Just based on the sword power displayed on the latter's body, he knew that the opponent's sword perception was not inferior to his own, at least 90%. Coupled with the ancient sword cultivator's inheritance of swordsmanship, he was not very sure of winning. .
These are purely his intuitions. With his strong mental power and keen soul sensing, he can make such judgments instantly. As for the remaining chief disciples, they are all slightly inferior. However, it is difficult to say that the chief of every major force is not a fuel-efficient lamp. There must be some special means.
Right now is the best moment to test your combat power. The battle with Mr. Jiao has been delayed for so long, and neither of them dares to underestimate the other. After the battle with Jian Yinghao and the previous collision, Master Jiao no longer dared to underestimate Cheng Ling and raised his energy and spirit to the limit.
Their momentum is gradually rising, and no monk within three feet can intervene. Some of the disciples from the small forces felt that their legs were weak when they saw the scene in front of them. Just the competition of momentum was too much for them to bear!
After a moment of confrontation, Master Jiao was the first to attack. He stretched out his right paw, passed through several afterimages, and grabbed Cheng Ling's vitals.
"Yan Bo Miao Miao!"
Cheng Ling swung his long sword, and the sword energy was like smoke, as if it were nothing but an illusion, and headed towards Master Jiao's cover!
"Little tricks!"
Master Jiao snorted coldly, his claws remained unchanged, and instantly increased several times in size. The claws were like five sharp blades, sliding down from mid-air.
Cheng Ling swept his consciousness and instantly captured the opponent's true form. He raised his sword and easily shattered the five claws. Immediately afterwards, following the sword, the long sword changed from one, to two, to three... until it had dozens of swords, and attacked in a steady stream.
Nine Absolute Swords and Ten Thousand Rivers of Flowing Water!
"Well done!"
Young Master Jiao's eyes flashed, he did not dodge or dodge, his hands were folded and raised, and he made dozens of moves in an instant, catching Cheng Ling's sword energy one by one.
Cheng Ling secretly praised the other party's quick reaction. The sword light changed, and a ray of light shone from the end of the long sword. Along the spine of the sword to the tip of the sword, the golden light lased and continued to spread, as if the sun was shining on the earth, covering all the darkness. Dispersed without a trace.
The golden light of the Nine Ultimate Sword shines in the world!
Intense golden light spread, Young Master Jiao closed his eyes slightly, jumped up into the air, and joined his hands together to form a lotus shape. In an instant, it was like electricity passed through his arms, and traces of lightning spread to his claws, forming streaks. Fine grid.
"Electric grid captures the dragon!"
With a press of his hands, the entire power grid poured down, trying to wrap Cheng Ling completely in it!
Cheng Ling sneered, playing video games with me? Let you know how to write the word "death"!
He slapped his left hand on the sword, and the dragon chanting sword suddenly glowed with purple electricity and crackled non-stop. Immediately afterwards, the sword energy in his body was injected into the long sword crazily, and his right arm was pulled back and stabbed forward. On the dragon chanting sword, it seemed that a thunder dragon appeared, raised its body and opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the fine grid!
Click! Click! laugh! laugh!
The Thunder Dragon was entangled with the power grid, and strong energy shot out. The monks beside them all felt their bodies numb, their bodies unconsciously stopped, and their blood almost stopped flowing.
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Ling and Master Jiao also felt uncomfortable. All their true energy was poured into it, and it was completely a competition. No one dared to withdraw their strength easily, otherwise they would at least be seriously injured. The entire area within a radius of five feet is covered by a strong power grid. No strangers should be allowed to come near!
The two of them were in a stalemate for a cup of tea, with blood oozing from their mouths and noses, and most of their true energy was consumed. Young Master Jiao secretly complained in his heart. He didn't expect that Cheng Ling's true energy was so mellow that it was on par with his own. Now that he was in an unstoppable situation, he couldn't even change his body.
Cheng Ling's situation is better than that of Master Jiao. After all, he has sword energy in his body, which is sharper and purer than the true essence. In fact, he still has a little bit of strength left, and gradually takes the initiative, planning to drag Master Jiao away just like that. die!
At this time, Nangong Hao saw the scene in front of him, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes. He was killed by Cheng Ling several times and almost lost his armor. Even Nangong Yan died under the opponent's sword. Originally, Young Master Jiao had stepped in to block Cheng Ling's attack, but he was besieging Feng Yanran with Xiang Tianwen and others, so it was naturally much easier.
Seeing the stalemate between the two of them, I secretly cried out to God to help me. I ducked out of the battle circle, walked around behind Cheng Ling, and shot him hard in the back of the head.
Master Jiao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly squeezed his true energy, holding Cheng Ling tightly. As long as he held on for a few breaths, the other party would die. As for one-on-one duels between warriors, only idiots would care about that.
At this time, the closest ones to Cheng Ling were Gu Youlan and the others. They faced thousands of small-power monks, and the Zhao family shared the pressure, so they felt much more relaxed. Gu Youlan and Bai Yiyi had been paying attention to the battle situation on Cheng Ling's side.
Seeing Nangong Hao's sneak attack from behind, the two women let out a scream, instantly escaped from the position of the Four Elephant Sword Formation, and rushed towards Cheng Ling and Nangong Hao.
Cheng Ling instinctively felt the murderous intention behind him, and with a sudden movement in his heart, he hurriedly pushed out with all his remaining strength. He took the initiative, and Master Jiao had no choice but to retreat. Only in this way, the distance between him and Nangong Hao's spear was shortened.
Gu Youlan was so horrified that she completely ignored her. She blocked Cheng Ling behind her in a flash, and the black dragon spear pierced her chest heavily and passed through.
On the other side, Mr. Jiao and Cheng Ling retreated respectively. The power grid between them still existed. Bai Yiyi suddenly rushed in and was hit by the power grid formed by the two people's combined efforts. Her body became numb and stagnated for an instant. Young Master Jiao's eyes lit up, he roared, and instantly transformed into his true form, grabbing Bai Yiyi's head with one claw!
"No~!"
Cheng Ling screamed sharply, hugged Gu Youlan who was sitting on top of him, spurted out several mouthfuls of blood, flicked the dragon chanting sword, and came to Nangong Hao's eyes in an instant, passing between his eyebrows, even the opponent's body was All the gods will be killed together!
But the other side is already beyond reach. Bai Yiyi couldn't dodge, and her whole head was taken off by Master Jiao, who turned into a dragon. Her headless body fell softly, and she was helpless!
"Yiyi!"
Cheng Ling's eyes were blood red, and his whole body was glowing with fiery red light. He stared at Mr. Jiao who had transformed into the dragon's body, and he took the Dragon Song Sword in his hand in a flash. Holding Gu Youlan in her arms, the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique was activated, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from her eyes.
Holding Gu Youlan's body that was getting colder, he knew that the other person's heart was broken and there was no way to save him. The two confidants died in the hands of Nangong Hao and Master Jiao in an instant, and the hatred in his heart had reached its limit!
He gently placed Gu Youlan on the ground, looked up at Mr. Jiao flying in the air, and said coldly
Said: "You deserve to die, you all will die!"
After saying that, a powerful momentum burst out from his whole body, like a sword soaring into the sky, and it seemed that the entire sky was about to be split!
Young Master Jiao was horrified. He really knew that kind of secret technique. No, this was not the time to fight head-on. It was better to go first.
Just as he was about to leave the battle circle, Cheng Ling was unwilling to give up. He released 95% of his sword intent, and the sharpness it brought made the monks in the square tremble. The long swords in their hands all resonated, and they could no longer Taking control, as if meeting the king in the sword, they all flew into the air, with the sword tip facing down, rising and falling three times, like a minister bowing to the king.
Even the long swords of Ye Jinghong, Ye Shura, Jian Yinghao and others cannot be controlled!
Ye Jinghong and Ye Shura looked at Cheng Ling who was slowly floating in shock, with expressions full of disbelief, and murmured: "Perfect Sword Intent... This is the legendary Perfect Sword Intent, Wan Sword surrender, no swordsman can resist under such sword intent!"
"It's terrible! It's too terrible!"
In fact, Cheng Ling did not achieve the perfect sword intention. The test of the Statue of Will made his sword intent rise to 95%. In addition, he saw the world outside the Canglan stars through the whirlpool. Although his sword intent did not increase, his vision and vision were greatly improved. I won't be trapped in the cage of Canglan Continent like before, just like a frog in the well!
Coupled with the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique, his attack, defense, explosive power and other skills were temporarily enhanced, achieving the effect of perfecting the sword's intention in an instant. It's just that this effect will eventually return to its original shape as the Demonic Sacrifice Art disappears.
However, this sight also shocked the monks. Especially for Young Master Jiao, Cheng Ling's sword intent was completely directed at him. The majestic sword power poured out without reservation, as if a huge sword reaching into the sky was slashing down.
Under the powerful sword force, the dragon's body was stagnant and no longer smooth.
Cheng Ling jumped up, raised the Dragon Sword high, held the sword with both hands, and one-tenth of the sword power spurted out, and the accompanying extremely powerful edge slashed down with one sword. The entire void seemed to be cut in half, and Master Jiao's body was unable to resist at all.
The originally strong defense was instantly cut in half like tofu under Cheng Ling's sword move, and the head and tail could not be connected.
"Ang~ouch~!"
Young Master Jiao screamed loudly and sprinkled a large amount of turquoise blood. He forced his upper body to change directions and fled to Zhou Yan and Long Zehai, shouting: "Take me away quickly!"
The two of them were shocked and hurriedly protected half of his body, then flew out of the square without caring.
Cheng Ling's eyes were blood red, and he was not willing to give up easily. He stepped forward and chased a few steps forward. With a wave of his right hand, a sword energy flew through the air and cut off the heads of the two men in an instant. Young Master Jiao screamed, a ray of light flashed across his head, he abandoned the upper half of his body, and his soul body fled instantly!
Without the restraints of his body, his soul was extremely fast, and Cheng Ling could no longer catch up. He was filled with hatred, and with blood-red eyes, he glanced at the group of monks fighting in the field. Zhang Hu and Xi Yan were seen surrounded by thousands of monks.
Without the Four Elephant Sword Formation, they could no longer maintain their advantage and could only resist with all their strength!
There were two lines of blood and tears left in Cheng Ling's eyes. He glanced at the corpses of Gu Youlan and Bai Yiyi on the ground with nostalgia. He swayed and came to Xi Yan and Zhang Hu. The blood mist on his body gradually became thicker. He swung his long sword and Under the sword, dozens of monks died immediately under his sword!
