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The two of them were fighting fiercely, and Cheng Ling became more and more comfortable as he fought, with exquisite sword moves emerging one after another. The same sword move felt more perfect the second time he used it.
Nangong Qian no longer dares to be calm. He has five attributes of spiritual roots, and he can instantly realize his own shortcomings during the battle. As the battle continues, his combat power gradually increases. If he continues to fight, he will switch from offense to defense.
Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out down my spine. He hurriedly attacked the spell in a wide area, causing a bigger noise, hoping to attract the surrounding monks and Ouyang Tian. With his own ability, he was no longer sure of taking down Cheng Ling. As a result, the real energy loss is greater, but the movement generated is indeed much stronger.
Cheng Ling temporarily avoided the sharp edge and was unable to get close. He spread out his spiritual consciousness and always paid attention to the changes in the periphery. If another tribulation cultivator came, he would have no choice but to run away.
Nangong Qian seemed to see what he was thinking. With a thought, he expanded the coverage area of the spell even more. Within a radius of dozens of feet, fire spells poured down from the sky and the earth, and the dense forest seemed to be burned. All.
Cheng Ling saw the moves and dodged while looking for Nangong Qian's flaws!
Such a large-scale spell coverage will definitely not last long. Unfortunately, the opponent is a much higher level than yourself, and ordinary attacks are difficult to work. Only by targeting the flaws and killing with one blow, such a killing move can pose a threat!
He found that every time Nangong Qian released a spell, he made a small upward movement with both elbows. This may be a habit, or he may be meticulously following the standards for releasing spells!
But this small movement exposed the vital parts of his chest in an instant. It’s just hard to capture! The range of movement is very small, coupled with the heart, it is not the fatal part of the Tribulation Monk. The only way to cause death is to crush the soul at the same time!
It depends on how to do it in an instant. Although it is not fatal if it hits the heart, it can temporarily stop Nangong Qian's movements. As long as he follows closely with the sword, he can be killed. A mid-level sword, hoping to pierce the defensive energy of the tribulation monks.
The plan was finalized. Cheng Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Nangong Qian couldn't help but tighten his heart and speed up the spell release.
Cheng Ling used Xuan Kong Step to dodge while slowly approaching. Such an attack could only be achieved at close range!
Nangong Qian could instinctively sense that something was wrong, but Cheng Ling's footwork was too mysterious, and he was still on top of him when he moved within a few inches!
Getting closer, slowly advancing from a hundred steps away to fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps...ten steps!
Nangong Qian felt a chill in his hair and wanted to distance himself, but Cheng Ling was like a dog-skin plaster, clinging tightly to him and pushing forward from ten steps in front of him. The distance between the two was already less than five meters.
At such a distance, there was no difference between Cheng Ling's swordsmanship and that of close combat. However, he had to be more cautious. The opponent was a tribulation cultivator after all, so he had to hit it with one strike. It would be difficult to get the same chance a second time.
Therefore, he did not attack quickly, but still attacked with the Nine Ultimate Sword, and at the same time, he carefully deduced it in his mind. Nangong's reaction after diving into the sword, how he would retreat, the follow-up kill, and when the sword control technique would be activated.
Every step back and forth
The deduction must be foolproof!
After another moment of stalemate, Nangong Qian gradually relaxed. After fighting for so long, Cheng Ling still attacked in the same way as before, without any special means, as if the opponent was approaching him just to increase the efficiency of the attack.
As everyone knows, this is Cheng Ling's paralysis method, making the other party relax their vigilance until the flaw appears again! After waiting for a moment, a light flashed in his eyes, and Nangong Qian finished releasing a set of spells. He retracted his hands and raised his elbows slightly.
This is the moment!
Cheng Ling did not hesitate, Kong Zhi Sha condensed his own sword energy, poured one-tenth of the sword power into it, stepped out with the Xuan Kong Step, and stabbed the sword from an incredible angle!
Poof!
The sound of the sword rubbing against bones was heard. This sword hit the chest!
Nangong Qian froze, the sharp sword energy cut into his heart, and the sharpness of the sword caused severe pain, which was simply unbearable! What's even more frightening is that a fiercer murderous intention came from the back of his head, making his soul tremble.
Just when the dragon feather sword behind him was about to penetrate his head, a palm wind struck from the right side, causing the sword to deviate from its direction.
Peng!
The dragon feather sword brought up a rain of blood and cut off most of Nangong Qian's head.
Nangong Qian screamed and retreated hurriedly. Ouyang Tian rushed to the battlefield at the most critical moment and saved him on the line between life and death. However, the price was still heavy. Half of the soul's body was cut off, and his cultivation level dropped significantly. He had no choice but to abandon his physical body and escape from the battlefield!
Cheng Ling secretly cried out that it was a pity that he was only a hair away from killing Nangong Qian. His consciousness swept over him and his expression changed drastically. In addition to Ouyang Tian, there were several tribulation-transcending monks surrounding him.
We can't stay any longer. There are more and more Tribulation Cultivators. If we are surrounded, there is no way to escape. Thinking of this, he dodges quickly, looks at the gap in the surrounding monks, and rushes out instantly!
There are heavy sieges from four directions, east, south and west, with only a slight opening in the north. In desperation, regardless of whether there were monks in front of him to intercept him, he just rushed over!
The remaining members of the small force, who were no match for him, left the encirclement in less than a moment. The number of those disciples was so large that they stopped the powerful man who was chasing behind him and gave him a chance to survive.
He did not dare to leave the dense forest area easily, but moved towards the north, stopping and stopping along the way, constantly killing the monks who surrounded him. Fortunately, there seemed to be no great tribulation master coming to stop him. In one moment, more than 10,000 monks died in his hands.
Such killings made him more proficient in basic swordsmanship. The realm of swordsmanship in the late third level is like an antelope hanging its horns, completely natural, and the grade of the sword type is constantly improving.
But he knew that he was not out of the danger zone now. Being in the dense forest all the time, although it is easy to hide oneself, it also limits one's movements. As long as those powerful monks stay outside the dense forest, they will eventually be captured!
To escape from the encirclement, you can only make a desperate move! I kept thinking in my mind. There were heavy troops blocking them from the east, south and west. It seemed that I could only escape to the north. The two major forces in the north, the Piaomiao Snow Sect and the Dugu Family, have little to do with him. They even have some grievances in the Alchemy King Valley. The road ahead is not smooth.
For some reason, there were no monks from the two major forces in the north to stop him this time. Regardless, even if it is a conspiracy, there is no good way to crack it, we can only try to attack it. he still
There is a plan. After the battle with Nangong Qian, he will loosen his ability to avoid obstacles during the tribulation period, find an opportunity to find a secret place, and take the opportunity to break through in cultivation.
The figure kept flashing, and hundreds of dead souls were added to the sword. Divine consciousness swept across, and the tribulation monk behind him was still hundreds of miles away. With his mind moving slightly, he killed all the monks around him during a cup of tea and found a secluded place.
After a series of hand gestures, the dragon feather sword appeared. The only way to get rid of the pursuers behind him was to use sword control. Unless a Mahayana monk comes in person, it is impossible for the monks below to catch up with Yu Jian's speed.
The next moment, he arrived above Yuanjitian. The monks were all shocked to find that Cheng Ling disappeared in an instant.
"What's going on? The consciousness can't sense his presence. Could it be that he used a very clever concealment technique?"
"Impossible, with our divine consciousness covering the area, we can't find any trace of him!"
"The same situation has happened before. Cheng Ling is proficient in formations and must have gone into hiding. Everyone is searching with all their strength. He must still be in the dense forest!"
"Yes, look, there are many corpses of monks here. He must not have gone far!"
Everyone speculated and unanimously concluded that Cheng Ling was still hiding in the dense forest. This is no wonder for them. The art of sword control was taught by the Golden Page. I don’t know what era it was from, but it was above this era. If a Mahayana monk does not come out, it will be difficult to catch his traces!
However, sword control also has certain flaws. Although Yuanjitian is the lowest level of the third heaven and is thousands of miles above the ground, his spiritual consciousness has a limited observation distance and cannot clearly identify the traces of the monks below. He can only move forward all the way. OK!
From the dense forest on the edge of Danwang Valley, flying all the way north, it became increasingly cold, with a bit of chill filling the air. It had been flying for more than ten days, and it was far away. I originally wanted to find a hidden location to land. Unfortunately, after landing halfway down, I saw that the city was densely covered with many traces of mortals and monks.
Out of fear, he decided to keep heading north. The further north he went, the colder it became, and even the monks couldn't follow him.
In this way, Cheng Ling kept flying in the Yuanji sky without caring about how much time had passed. One month, two months, until the third month, the cold air in the air became solid, and the speed of Long Ling Sword had to slow down.
The further north I flew, the more I felt the bone-chilling cold. Fortunately, Cheng Ling was still a formation master. Although the space on the Dragon Ling Sword was not large, it was still possible to set up a small defensive formation to slightly block the cold air. .
Sometimes, he doubted whether there were monks in such a place. Even with his perfect cultivation, he couldn't bear it. When his spiritual consciousness swept away, he found that the spiritual consciousness here was about to freeze, and he couldn't sweep out fifty miles away.
At this time, he no longer dared to neglect. The sword was connected to his mind. If it was damaged, even his soul would be damaged. He quickly placed several layers of defensive restrictions on the Dragon Ling Sword, and seemed to hear bursts of clicking sounds.
The Dragon Ling Sword brought up countless icicles during its flight, but Cheng Ling knew that these were not icicles, but the real terrifying cold!
The Dragon Ling Sword continued to fly forward at an extremely slow speed for a month. Cheng Ling could no longer bear the cold air in the air. He expected that there would no longer be any monks in such a place, so he moved a little to break the ice. Body, fall down!
