The mid-level Mahayana monk raised his right hand and used a fiery red halo to block Cheng Ling's sword attack. His left hand popped out continuously, and fire dragons rushed over.
The Dragon chanting sword shook continuously and turned into several afterimages, and several fire dragons were crushed instantly. But the force of the counter-shock was so strong that he couldn't maintain his posture and retreated sharply.
On the other side, Jian Yinghao and Xie Feng faced off against two early-stage Mahayana monks. After all, they were far different from each other. They were already more defensive than offensive, and could only cling to each other.
Four people, Zhang Hu, Song Yingjie, Bai Suzhen, and Xiao Changtian, surrounded the last early Mahayana monk in the center. The four of them took turns to go into battle and frequently used killing moves. They had a slight upper hand, but it was extremely difficult to repel the opponent.
Wu Chenlong led the hundreds of Zhantang disciples behind him, taking the lead, driving like a wedge deep into the group of thousands of monks. He knew that Cheng Ling and others would not be able to hold out for long while carrying the attack of the four Mahayana monks. Only by taking these disciples from the battle hall away from the battlefield could we escape.
Before setting off, Cheng Ling had told him that if the situation was critical, they should not hesitate to break out of the encirclement and find an opportunity to return to Wuxiang Valley. They would take care of the rest.
The long-term hard training and tacit understanding finally showed at this moment. Hundreds of Zhantang disciples each cooperated to form a sword formation, and continuously charged towards the group of monks between formation changes. Except for the Four Mahayana monks, the rest of the monks who came to encircle and suppress them were all below the tribulation stage, and they did not pose much of a threat to them.
After the impact of a stick of incense, Wu Chenlong and others killed a gap in the group of monks. He turned to look at Cheng Ling and others, gritted his teeth, and ordered: "Chong, don't be obsessed with fighting. After escaping, meet back at your hometown!"
Hundreds of disciples agreed one after another. They were all wearing high-grade armor and had extremely strong defense. Facing the attacks from the monks, he ignored them as long as they were not critical points, followed Wu Chenlong closely, and escaped.
Cheng Ling's consciousness had been paying attention to the changes on the battlefield, and he was relieved to see Wu Chenlong and others escape. He sent a message to Jian Yinghao and others: "Don't be obsessed with fighting, find an opportunity to escape!"
Zhang Hu and the others were the most relaxed. After receiving Cheng Ling's order, they suddenly launched a powerful attack, temporarily repelling the early Mahayana monk. The four of them shouted and escaped in different directions.
Xie Feng and Jian Yinghao were not so lucky. Facing the early Mahayana monks, it was difficult to remain undefeated, but they were suppressed to the death and could not escape.
Cheng Ling was anxious. These were just the monks from the south who were encircling them. If the monks from the other three directions caught up, plus a few Mahayana monks, none of them would be able to escape from here.
Thinking of this, without hesitation, he flew into the air, put his hands together, grabbed the hilt of the Dragon Sword, and slashed the sword towards the middle-level Mahayana monk opposite.
The monk drew several flaming red circles with his hands, and took off most of Cheng Ling's attacks. He swayed and was behind Cheng Ling in an instant, and slapped him hard with his palm.
Cheng Ling took a step in the air and dodged the opponent's palm strike by a hair's breadth. He linked his fingers with his hands, and the dragon feather sword suddenly rushed out of his body and turned into several rays of sword light to kill the monk.
The monk's heart trembled. The opponent also held a sword in his hand. Where did the sudden sword light come from? However, the sharp sword energy was actually cutting into his body. In his haste, he had no time to resist and could only retreat.
Cheng Ling was waiting for this opportunity. After using the Dragon Ling Sword to force the opponent back, he linked his hands into sword fingers and kept moving.
Point on the sword blade.
The Dragon Ling Sword was suspended in mid-air for an instant, and the blade of the sword rotated at an extremely fast speed. In just the blink of an eye, it transformed from one long sword into two, four, eight, sixteen... long swords. The number increased geometrically and did not stop until sixty-four handles.
"Bagua Extermination Sword!"
Sixty-four long swords were instantly arranged in a Bagua pattern in mid-air under the finger points. Every sword exudes a sharp edge.
"change!"
After the words fell, the sixty-four long swords moved, arranged in a huge circle and rotated at high speed. While rotating, they approached several Mahayana monks. The edge of the sword energy overflowing around the circle kept rubbing against the air, making a chi chi chi sound. The sound!
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
The middle-stage Mahayana monk's pupils shrank, and the sword energy made him feel irresistible. He could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily and distanced himself from Cheng Ling again.
The remaining three early stage Mahayana monks were even more unbearable. While retreating, they fired a series of spells to resist the attack of the sword circle.
Xie Feng and Jian Yinghao were relieved of the pressure and immediately broke away from the battle circle.
The veins on Cheng Ling's forehead protruded and swam like a small snake. The Bagua Extermination Sword Technique is an extremely powerful killing move among the Feitian Sword Control Techniques. The only drawback is that it consumes too much mental energy. Therefore, he has rarely used it. If the nine turns of the soul had not reached the first turn, it would have been impossible to release it.
Even so, with the power of one person, maintaining the swordsmanship, and targeting four Mahayana monks, his mental power also plummeted, and his face turned pale in a moment.
Seeing this, Jian Yinghao was about to step forward to help, but was caught by Xie Feng and shouted urgently: "Now is not the time to fight. Cheng Ling is trying to hold them back so that we can leave. If you go Not only will it be of no use to him, but all his previous efforts will be in vain."
Jian Yinghao suddenly came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and said to Cheng Ling: "Thousands of miles to the south, in the Sheephead Mountains, Brother Xie Feng and I are waiting for you there. Brother Cheng, you must come!"
After saying that, while all four Mahayana were being restrained, he pulled Xie Feng and rushed out towards the south!
At this time, Cheng Ling was holding on very hard. The four major vehicles temporarily avoided the sharp edge, retreated sharply, and gradually widened the distance. To control the swordsmanship from a long distance, it consumed even more mental energy.
"I can't go on like this. If my mental power is exhausted, I will fall into a coma. Swordsmanship, start!"
The high-speed rotating sword circle stopped instantly, and flew upwards as Cheng Ling turned his fingers. Sixty-four swords flew into the air, covering a larger area.
"Fall! The rain hits the banana trees!"
In an instant, sixty-four swords turned into streaks of shining white light, falling straight down from mid-air. Each long sword seemed like a meteor, falling rapidly. The Four Great Vehicles have never seen such a sword technique before, and they don’t know how to resist it.
The monk in the middle stage of Mahayana shouted: "Defensive shield!"
After saying that, he stretched his hands upward, and a fiery red light shield spread above his head, blocking the light of the sword energy that fell like a heavy rain.
The other three Mahayana monks suddenly came to their senses, and one after another they raised light masks above their heads.
laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!
The light of the sword energy fell down, and the friction with the light shield kept ringing!
The monks in the middle stage of the Mahayana were shocked in their hearts. Their spiritual consciousness swept over and saw Cheng Ling's face covered with sweat, and the steam above his head was like a white streak.
Smoke curled up, and he shouted loudly: "Hold on, he won't last long!"
The remaining three early stage Mahayana monks cheered up and poured their true energy into the defensive light continuously to resist the crazy sword energy light attack.
In less than half a cup of tea, Cheng Ling's whole body was soaked with sweat, and there was a sharp pain in his head. He knew that his mental power had been greatly depleted and he was at the end of his strength.
The fingers of both hands crossed several circles of light, and the light of the sword energy disappeared instantly. The dragon feather sword returned to him, rising and falling, ready to attack at any time!
"shining!"
Spring Thunder broke out in his tongue, and he squeezed out four big characters from the gap between his teeth, squeezing his remaining mental power. The dragon feather sword shined brightly, like a sun rising slowly, and the dazzling light enveloped the sharp sword energy in all directions. The Mahayana shot away.
"It's so dazzling! Even my consciousness can't capture his position!"
"Damn, it's just a tribulation period, what kind of swordsmanship is this!"
The Four Mahayana's vision was obscured by the dazzling light, and their spiritual consciousness was temporarily unable to function. In horror, they retreated back again!
After a long time, the light slowly disappeared, and his vision and consciousness recovered.
They looked at where Cheng Ling was, but there was no trace of him. The four of them looked at each other with horror in their hearts. Such sword skills have never been seen in Canglan Continent. Even the Shura Sword Sect, which is famous for its sword skills among the nine major forces, has never heard of anyone using it.
"This child is not simple. If he continues to grow, he will definitely be a disaster. We must inform the family leader as soon as possible. We must send more high-end combat power and we must kill him!"
The monk in the middle stage of Mahayana looked gloomy and said decisively.
The other three people all agreed and ordered the monks who came over to search for traces of these people.
Unfortunately, Cheng Ling had already left a hundred miles away.
Taking advantage of the gap between the vision and consciousness of the Four Great Vehicles being disrupted by the sword skills, the sword control skills were used and they had already reached the sky above Yuanjitian. With the flying sword under his feet, he took out a handful of Yuanshen Dan from the ring and swallowed it all to restore the lost mental power.
He was once again grateful that he could get the golden page. Without Feitian Sword Controlling Technique, the losses in this attack would be huge. Maybe he could escape with his own fighting power, but Jian Yinghao and others would definitely be in trouble under the encirclement and suppression of the four great vehicles. few.
It flew all the way along the southern area and landed from Yuanji Sky after traveling thousands of miles. Flying in mid-air, his spiritual consciousness spreads to the maximum extent. I don’t know what kind of existence the Sheephead Mountains that Jian Yinghao mentioned existed.
However, since the other party persuaded me to go there at such a critical moment, there must be a certain reason. After searching for three days in the mountains, I finally found something.
Seen from a distance in mid-air, the mountain range ahead is oval-shaped, with two peaks standing tall on both sides, looking like a sheep's head.
He flew over slowly, scanning with his consciousness, but found no trace of Jian Yinghao and Xie Feng. After thinking for a while, I suddenly came to my senses. He uses sword control, and his speed is more than ten times that of normal flying, so he is naturally much faster than them.
Since the two of them haven't arrived yet, he first looks for a secret place, hides temporarily, and takes the opportunity to recover the consumed sword energy and mental power.
Looking down the mountain, I quickly found a cliff at the back of the sheep's head. The cliff was very secretive, and there was a bulge in the middle of the cliff, which was perfect for hiding.
He flew over and landed on the raised cliff. He opened a temporary cave with a few swords and dived in!
