The killing continues, and more and more monks are surrounding them. Although they are shocked by Cheng Ling's sword skills and lethality, if they can't kill him here, they can just escape from here. When the opponent's cultivation level improves, these forces will nightmare.
Nowadays, there are monks from all directions, as well as disciples and elders from several major forces, and even monks in the tribulation stage. As long as Cheng Ling is dragged here, until the tribulation period monks arrive, it will be his death!
Groups of monks emerged in waves, and the encirclement gradually thickened, with three floors inside and three outside. The number of monks around Cheng Ling increased to more than 10,000. The commotion became louder and louder, and many disciples from small forces surrounded them.
Within the five-meter restricted area, wherever Cheng Ling's sword touched, monks fell down one after another. Many monks rushed towards Cheng Ling from the left, right and behind. They concealed their presence and only launched an attack suddenly when they came to Cheng Ling's side.
Cheng Ling stood calm and motionless, but the fingers of his right hand flicked gently, as if plucking the strings. Regardless of whether the monks are coming from the left, right or behind like lightning, even if you don't see them with your own eyes, you can still feel the trajectory and angle of their coming.
You can even feel where their attacks will start.
The powerful soul sensing power obviously helped Cheng Ling. The five monks rushed within five meters, and their speed suddenly increased.
Cheng Ling's calm eyes flashed with fierceness, and his right hand grasped the Dragon Sword like lightning, and the bright light streaked across the sky like a bolt. Before the sword light disappeared, a cold light appeared on the left, right and behind the air. It was the result of the sword light being condensed and integrated into the sword energy. It was extremely sharp.
A shocking scene appeared. The five monks who flew towards them seemed not to have seen the cold light. It was even more like they took the initiative to welcome the cold sword energy to their vital parts.
puff! puff! puff! puff! puff!
Five voices sounded at the same time, and the five monks flew out instantly. A blood hole as thick as a little finger was opened between their eyebrows. Blood spurted out like arrows, and their souls were shattered to pieces at the moment of the hole.
In less than a breath, five monks died under Cheng Ling's sword.
In mid-air, the two old men stood in the air, looking at Cheng Ling's sword skills in the encirclement, and they were very shocked.
"This child must die. With his current cultivation level, he can understand the realm of the Heart Sword. Where the heart is, the sword goes. As long as the mind moves, he can kill with one strike. If he continues to grow, he will also No one in the realm can control it, and it can even kill enemies across realms!"
"Not bad, shall we take action now?"
"Wait a minute, there are still many disciples of these forces, so he might take advantage of the chaos to escape!"
Cheng Ling was silent, the sword in his hand still harvesting the lives of these monks, completely immersed in the comprehension of swordsmanship. The third level of swordsmanship has been greatly improved since entering the early stage of Jade Capital City, killing a large number of mummies in the Danwang Valley, and killing many monks.
Now, facing tens of thousands of monks surrounding him, he is even more unwilling to give up this rare opportunity. He relaxes his mind, releases his mental power to the limit, and senses attacks from all directions and the monks rushing towards him.
Gradually, the restricted area around him gradually increased, from five meters to six or seven meters! The seven-meter restricted area is already twice as long as the Dragon chanting sword. With the arm and long sword, three meters is considered to be the basic control range of the swordsman. It is extremely rare to reach five meters. It is absolutely rare to reach seven meters.
The level of swordsmanship has been improved again, reaching the middle stage of the third level!
Faced with such a group attack, it is often best to kill with one sword. If it cannot be done with one sword, the following monks will supplement the attack, completely irritating the injured monk and making it even more difficult to deal with.
Cheng Ling often killed monks with one strike of his sword. Thousands of monks were killed, and the area within seven meters truly became his restricted area!
The length of a person's arm plus the length of the sword will not exceed two meters, but this also takes into account the speed of the monk's swooping in, the sword light and condensed sword energy when the sword is drawn, etc. In general, three meters Distance is the domain of the swordsman.
Cheng Ling's superb swordsmanship, coupled with the powerful induction of his soul, and the sharpness of his sword, made it so that once a monk rushed into the seven-meter restricted area, he would be immediately killed by the Dragon Song Sword!
In a group battle, it is not conducive to the swordsman's sword energy recovery, so it is best not to use the ultimate move, because the ultimate move often consumes a lot of sword energy.
Without using the ultimate move, the mastery of swordsmanship becomes extremely important. The importance of various reaction and fighting experience will also be magnified. How to exert the power of swordsmanship with the lowest loss to oneself? To the maximum, it becomes a focus.
After many kills, Cheng Ling's kendo realm has improved, and the restricted area has been greatly increased. Within this area, unless the speed exceeds the limit that can be captured, he will intercept and kill him.
The monks who besieged Cheng Ling were very depressed. If the opponent was killed with absolute power, they would not give up. But now, the other party didn't give him any chance at all. He stabbed at him with a sword at will, and he died inexplicably.
The dim pupils showed the figures of his companions. Just like him, they fell down one by one, and all of their wounds were fatal.
The battle continued, and a stick of incense passed quickly. The faces of the two old men suspended in the air were gloomy. They had already overestimated Cheng Ling's combat power. Unexpectedly, the opponent's strength was still increasing.
Cheng Ling's sword skills are very simple. They are basically some basic sword moves. There are no powerful sword moves. However, it is extremely rare to be able to display such power in basic sword moves. This person must not be retained, otherwise he will be the ninth one. Disaster for the big forces!
One of the old men said: "We can't let him kill anymore. In just one stick of incense, thousands of monks have been killed. You take action first or I do it!"
Another old man stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Nangong, please go first!"
The old man nodded slightly and was suspended in mid-air. His aura suddenly exploded, and his whole body was surrounded by red flames, wisps of which radiated out. The monks under him felt so hot that they couldn't even breathe normally!
He stretched out his right hand and put his fingers together, and a fire dragon shot out from between the two fingers and killed Cheng Ling!
In fact, Cheng Ling had already sensed the situation above. The two old men had strong auras, at least for the period of transcending tribulation. I saw that the other party did not attack easily before, and I was immersed in comprehending the realm of swordsmanship. Moreover, the situation in front of me was not conducive to my escape. Only by mixing among the monks could I have a chance of survival.
But I didn't expect that the other party couldn't help it and took action personally. His consciousness sensed the charging fire dragon, and the scorching energy even burned the void.
Cheng Ling was secretly frightened, and stepped out with the Xuan Kong Step, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and his true body rushed into the group of monks in an instant. The monks were in chaos, weapons
The spells came overwhelmingly. Cheng Ling dodged continuously and moved with mysterious footwork to avoid those attacks.
But now, he was not surrounded by a group of monks, but he rushed into the group of monks. He dodged those attacks, and the monks around him were attacked one after another, causing disaster to the fish in the pond!
"Damn it, fellow Taoists of Lingyun Pavilion, you should take action before you take action!"
"Damn it, Qingyi Tower, don't take this opportunity to retaliate. Isn't this just a piece of your territory?"
"Baicaomen, how dare you sneak attack me, I really don't want to live anymore!"
"Oh, the fairies of the Tianxian Sect, please show mercy, how can you attack the vital points!"
"..."
The monks screamed again and again, and were in chaos for a while, not knowing how to attack. Cheng Ling secretly thought, God help me. His figure disappeared and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was on the other side of the group of monks and was about to take advantage of the chaos to escape.
Unexpectedly, the old man from the Nangong family had locked him long ago, connected his hands, and attacked with a steady stream of spells in his hands. He didn't care whether it would affect Chi Yu. These small-power monks would die if they died. Compared to fighting for Nangong Hao Revenge is out of the question!
Cheng Ling secretly scolded the other party for their ruthless tactics, but in this way, the other party was even less able to form a joint force. Several major forces were aloof and did not care about the life and death of the disciples of other forces. If this continued, internal conflicts would inevitably arise.
He dodges, does not greet him, and keeps shuttling among the monks. Most of the spells cast by the old man hit those monks!
"Damn it, the Nangong family is so bullying, they don't care whether we live or die!"
"These powerful monks are all arrogant. We pursued Cheng Ling and became their cannon fodder. I quit, so leave now!"
Thousands of monks criticized and cursed one after another, but the old man ignored their protests at all. The spells cast by both hands became more and more powerful. Cheng Ling's figure flashed, causing the opponent's spells to fail one by one. However, more monks were injured, and some were killed on the spot!
The monks couldn't bear it any longer and ran away amidst screams. Cheng Ling was waiting for this opportunity. He took Xuan Kong Step and followed a large wave of monks into the dense forest.
However, he did not relax his vigilance. The other monks in the Tribulation Stage did not see it. The two Tribulation Stages that he had observed before must have locked him tightly. If he wanted to escape from their pursuit, he would have to use sword control and rely on his own strength. There is no way to escape with your own abilities.
He could only go deeper and deeper into the dense forest, trying to attract them to a secluded corner and then deal with them.
The two old men chased into the dense forest, tracking all the way, and they were shocked in their hearts.
With their cultivation in the Tribulation Stage, they can't catch up for a while. What is the level of the opponent's movement skills? The shock that Cheng Ling brought to them was too great. They must find a way to kill such a person and never let him go!
Cheng Ling had already used his body skills to the limit, and kept using elixirs to replenish the consumed sword energy along the way.
If he were just a tribulation cultivator, he might have planned to fight hard. With his body refining skills and Feitian Sword Control Technique, he didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to fight, not to mention that he could still use secret techniques in times of crisis.
But the two Tribulation Stages are not something he can compete with at the moment. He has no choice but to keep shuttling through the dense forest like a lost dog. His consciousness is constantly paying attention to the surrounding environment, and he is ready to escape as soon as there is an opportunity!
