Cheng Ling shuttled among the monks, and there were countless dead souls under his sword. Most of the tens of thousands of monks who entered the Alchemy King Valley gathered here, and now more than half of them have been killed by him.
When the monks saw the terrifying look in his eyes, they finally became afraid and fled in all directions, regardless of whether they were from the same or different sects. Cheng Ling was specifically looking for monks who had gathered together to kill them. If they got together again, wouldn't they be looking for death? Only the monks from the Murong Family, Piao Miao Xue Sect, and Dugu Family gathered together and slowly retreated towards the river.
Cheng Ling didn't care at all. The monks in front of him were running away. He naturally glanced at the group of monks who gathered the most. It was the three parties. In a battle, they had basically no damage. The three major forces combined, there were at least more than 500 people. people.
With a flash of light in his eyes, he took Xuan Kong Step and rushed to their formation in less than a few breaths.
Murong Qing, Mr. Wuhen, and Dugu Jian suddenly changed their expressions and shouted: "Cheng Ling, how dare you!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a swing of the Dragon Sword, dozens of sharp sword energy struck, killing more than a dozen monks in an instant.
The three of them were furious, and Murong Qing was the first to say: "Come on, I don't believe that our three major forces can't take down a mere Cheng Ling!"
Young Master Wuhen and Dugu Jian were also angered. Their pride could not be blasphemed. It was unbearable for a mere disciple of a second-rate force to drive them away like lost dogs!
Clang!
Dugu Jian drew out the long sword hanging on his back and charged towards Cheng Ling to kill him.
Master Wuhen connected his hands, released spells from afar, and headed towards Cheng Ling's vital points!
Yun Jingwen, Dugu Feiyan, and Murong Qianxue rushed up and restrained him from a distance. The six young masters, with all their fighting power, vowed to kill Cheng Ling here.
Cheng Ling's heart moved slightly, and he felt that the blood in his body was boiling. This kind of battle is interesting, you can see where your limits are!
It was just that the six people took action, and their power was so great that there was no gap at all. Moreover, there were hundreds of disciples of the three major forces who were also attacking from the side, forming a certain obstacle to him.
He frowned. This situation was not optimistic. If the stalemate continued, the consumption would be too great. The Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique has a time limit, and he suffered some injuries from the previous battle with Master Jiao. Thinking of this, his body skills changed and he no longer faced off against the six people head-on, but started a free fight.
Since the six of them are powerful and cannot be killed in a short period of time, let’s attack your fellow disciples. The artistic conception of 50% Space reached its limit, Xuan Kong stepped out, leaving only afterimages, and the attacks of the six people could not capture his trajectory at all.
But Cheng Ling was among the monks, constantly killing their disciples. Every few breaths, a disciple dies at his hands. Although the cultivation of these disciples is improving, their combat prowess is still far behind that of their leader.
What's more, when faced with Cheng Ling who was using the Devil's Sacrifice Technique, his speed, attack power, and explosive power were many times stronger. Even the three chiefs couldn't catch him. They were even more helpless, and they didn't even know how to defend.
Time passed slowly, and more than five hundred disciples were suspended above the river, falling into the river one by one like dumplings. Murong Qing, Young Master Wuhen, and Dugu Jian all had chills running down their spines. Such terrifying movement skills and such killing speed took less than half an hour to bring these fellow disciples with them. They will all die under Cheng Ling's hands.
Dugu Jian shouted angrily: "Cheng Ling, if you have the ability to fight us, just killing them, what does it matter? Do you think you are not our opponent?"
Mr. Wuhen helped and said, "Yes, we can't do anything to you now, but don't forget that the Alchemy King Valley will be closed soon. When you get out, you will die!"
Murong Qing yelled angrily: "You have the ability to challenge me to a duel, but you only know how to hide! Trash, after I leave, I will definitely burn the Famous Sword Academy to the ground!"
Intimidation, scolding, coercion, all kinds of methods are available.
Cheng Ling ignored it. Just as Xie Feng guessed, his purpose was to do his best to kill the effective forces of the major forces. The Wuxiang Sword Sect started too late, and there is a huge gap between it and the nine major forces. It is simply a dream to catch up.
Another point is that among the nine major forces, the three major sects, Zhao Family, Shura Sword Sect, and Feng Yan Sect, have not taken action themselves, and they still retain their extremely strong strength. As long as the remaining major forces go downhill, the balance among these major forces will inevitably be broken.
By then, the Wuxiang Sword Sect will be able to grab a chance for development in the cracks!
The killing continues. These more than 500 monks can be said to be the cream of the three major forces. It is not easy to kill them all. Moreover, Murong Qing and others would not let him kill him easily and kept trying to intercept him.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and less than half of the monks were left in the field. But this way, it would be even more difficult for Cheng Ling to kill these monks. With fewer people, it would be easier for Murong Qing and others to protect them.
Cheng Ling silently counted the time. It was almost an hour since he activated the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique. With his keen soul sensing, he knew that the closing time of the Alchemy King Valley was definitely earlier than the time when he terminated the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique, about the time of a cup of tea.
This period of time is the last chance for him to save his life. He hopes that the place where he will be teleported is not a gathering place for disciples of big forces.
But now, because the number of monks has decreased, Murong Qing and Master Wuhen have gradually figured out Cheng Ling's fighting style.
Murong Qing's eyes flashed and he said: "Master Wuhen, go to the east and cover; Brother Dugu, you guard the north; Qianxue, you guard the west; Fairy Jingwen, go to the south and wait; Miss Feiyan, you block below! "
Following his instructions, several people came to the corresponding positions one after another. Murong Qing jumped up and came to the top. Six people occupied six positions and gradually approached Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling sneered in his heart, playing with himself? There are still some doorways, the six directions are indeed covered by them, and my moving area is gradually reduced. But in this case, the monks in the field will not be able to resist his attack!
Thinking of this, he ignored the six people's gradual advance and continued to kill the monks.
Lonely Sword's face was gloomy and he couldn't help but said: "Brother Murong, if this continues, will he be allowed to kill all those disciples?"
Murong Qing gritted his teeth and said: "At any cost, we must kill him on the spot. What he uses is the space movement technique. We can't catch the slightest trace. We can only compress and move the space. As long as the six directions are combined, it will be his." On the day of death, do you have a better way?"
The five people immediately shut up. In desperation, they could only bear the pain and watch the monks in their family and sect die in Cheng Ling's hands one by one. They pressed forward again, and their attacks were very close to Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling's mind moved, and he stretched out his left hand, and a simple long sword came into his hand. The sword is very long, a bit longer than the Dragon Song Sword, and it feels like it is part of your own body when you hold it in your hand.
The sword species appeared in front of the world for the first time.
After a long period of killing,
In addition, the extremely strong murderous aura and violent energy of those mummies were replenished. The sword species in their bodies finally reached the low-grade sword level, and the first level of Feitian Sword Control Technique was ready for use.
The pressure on him from the six people is gradually increasing, and time is running out. He must kill as many people as possible before closing.
When Murong Qing, Master Wuhen, and Dugu Jian saw him taking out another long sword, they were all shocked. Could it be that he still had the ability to kill enemies with two swords? After seeing clearly that it was a low-grade sword, they felt relieved again. With their current cultivation level, low-grade swords could no longer pose any threat unless they directly hit the vital point!
It's just that things often develop in unexpected directions. Cheng Ling was seen raising the low-grade sword high and muttering in his mouth. After a moment, he threw the two long swords upwards and connected the dots with both hands.
In an instant, the two long swords turned into thousands of afterimages, like raindrops, and killed more than a hundred monks in the field!
The Dragon Song Sword was a blindfold, and he didn't want to show his sword control skills in front of them. Therefore, both long swords were deliberately thrown into the air, creating a chaotic effect. The remaining sword type, the Dragon Ling Sword, was the foundation!
The first form of Feitian Sword Controlling Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Chaozong!
White sword lights fell from the sky one after another, like a long sword falling straight down. From the dozen at the beginning, it became dozens, hundreds, thousands, and even ten thousand!
Hundreds of monks in the field looked at the sword light in the sky in shock, not knowing how to dodge it!
laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh......!
The sound of long swords reaching the body kept ringing, and more than a hundred monks fell into the river one by one. In just a moment, no one was left, only six people in the field were left!
They looked at the scene in front of them in shock, feeling chilled in their hearts. Murong Qing's voice became hoarse, and he asked, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Dugu Jian shook his head blankly and said decisively: "This can't be swordsmanship. There is no swordsmanship in the world that can achieve the effect of thousands of swords. It must be an extremely powerful spell. I didn't expect that he is not only superb in swordsmanship, but also in spells." fear."
Young Master Wuhen thought for a moment and then said: "Liu Qingyan, do you still remember Liu Qingyan? Her extremely golden way is the effect of thousands of weapons. It is too powerful. Could it be that they were passed down by the first division? But what kind of spell has such a powerful effect!"
The six people were stunned and looked at Cheng Ling in front of them in disbelief. Although they were still divided into six directions, trapping him, they couldn't help but start to defend themselves and did not dare to take another step forward!
Cheng Ling stretched out his hands and returned the two long swords to his hands. He glanced at the six people in the field and said coldly: "Today, it depends on your fate!"
After saying that, he flashed and came to Duguyan's side in an instant. He sent the Dragon Sword in his right hand and hit the opponent's vital point directly.
Dugu Yan's long sword was leveled, blocking his blow. Dugu Jian was shocked and hurriedly abandoned his position in the north to rush to save him. Cheng Ling sneered, he just wanted to attract Dugu Jian over so that there would be a flaw in the encirclement!
With a flash of body, he left Dugu Yan behind and swung his sword towards Dugu Jian. Duguyan breathed a long sigh of relief. Just when he thought he had escaped, suddenly, another long sword suddenly appeared from behind him, slashing a sword light and completely passing through his throat.
"Ho...ho...!"
Duguyan's eyes dimmed for a moment, and there was a flash of nostalgia for life. He grabbed his throat with both hands, but the blood spurting out could not be stopped. After a moment, his body softened and he slowly fell towards the river!
