Ouyang Lin dodged and retreated, taking the opportunity to distance himself, waving his hands continuously, and fire snakes, fire foxes, fire tigers, fire lions, etc. appeared one by one.
Cheng Ling grabbed the Dragon Sword with his right hand and poured the sword essence into it. The long sword was bent and straight and struck hundreds of swords at extremely fast speeds. The snakes, foxes, fire tigers and fire lions in mid-air were all smashed to pieces. The sword technique stretches endlessly, like the Yangtze River, and combined with the Xuan Kong Step under his feet, the distance between the two people is within two feet.
Ouyang Lin felt extremely uncomfortable. Such a distance made it difficult for him to cast his spell, and even if he cast it, it would be instantly shattered by the sword energy. Moreover, Cheng Ling cooperated with his footwork so that the sword would be only a few millimeters away from his vital points, and he would be hit if he was not careful.
His body is slightly bent, as if he is like a bow and arrow, ready to go in a winter hiding posture. For a moment, the spell was hidden in the void, making Cheng Ling feel that the opponent had countless moves waiting for him. The killing moves that were not revealed were more terrifying than the ones that were revealed.
Cheng Ling's eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself that since you are ready to go, I will inspire you. With the fingers of his left hand connected, the dragon feather sword suddenly disappeared in mid-air, and instantly came behind Ouyang Lin, turning into dozens of sword lights and shooting out.
Ouyang Lin was shocked, the sword appeared so unexpectedly. Originally, all the mental energy was concentrated on Cheng Ling in front of him. Who would have thought that even the sword could teleport and come directly behind him. Concerned about one thing and not the other, he could only move sideways to the right, and the momentum he had finally built up was suddenly lost.
Cheng Ling was waiting for this opportunity. He controlled the dragon feather sword suspended in mid-air by remote control and continuously fired out sword energy. He hurried forward, pressed closely against Ouyang Lin, and drew away a steady stream of attacks with the sword in his hand.
This time, Ouyang Lin was suddenly at a disadvantage. What Fa Xiu is best at is long-distance attacks. With Cheng Ling pressed tightly in front of him, he can't free his hands to release spells. He can only transform a fiery red shield in front of him to constantly resist the pressure of Cheng Ling's sword!
For a moment, Ouyang Lin was completely at a disadvantage and was almost beaten by Cheng Ling!
Over there, Elder Wu followed Cheng Ling's advice, abandoned Ouyang Lin, and joined forces with four people to besiege Ouyang Mountain. At first, he was worried that Cheng Ling wouldn't be able to resist, so he focused some attention on the battle over there. However, after watching for a while, he actually gained the upper hand.
In his heart, he was secretly surprised by Cheng Ling's fighting power. At the same time, he felt relieved and concentrated on strangling Ouyang Shan. His seriousness made the four men's siege even more powerful.
Ouyang Shan was immediately beaten and was in a hurry. He cursed in his heart that Ouyang Lin was such a waste. He couldn't even deal with a monk in the early stage of Mahayana. He was beaten here in turn. In less than a quarter of an hour, he was injured in many places. He saw that if he persisted, he would have to fight. The feeling of death is gone.
No matter what kind of bullshit family missions or the life and death of the damn Yujian Sect, Jiuxiao Sect, and Martial God Sect, your own life is the most important thing.
He yelled, burst out with all his strength in an instant, and endured two spells from the monks of Fengyan Sect. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and retreated sharply, trying to take the opportunity to escape from the battle circle.
How could Elder Wu and others do as he wished? What's more, Cheng Ling used the early stage of Mahayana to resist Ouyang Lin, who was in the middle stage of Mahayana. If the combined efforts of the four of them could not take down Ouyang Mountain, Feng Yanzong would lose all face. Don't even think about raising your head again.
The four of them looked at each other and in tacit understanding divided into three directions to pursue.
Ouyang Shan secretly complained, but for a moment he was tightly entangled by four people again, unable to get away at all. He shouted in desperation: "Who are you? I admit defeat today. Can you let me go? It will be decided tomorrow." It’s rewarded!”
The four of them were not willing to listen, and their attacks were even more ruthless. Ouyang Shan had no choice but to brace himself and deal with it with all his strength.
The easiest ones were Liu Qingyan and Xie Feng. The two rushed into the battle circle and immediately relieved the urgent need of the Mahayana monk from Feng Yan Sect.
He was also beaten very depressed. He was obviously a level higher than his opponent in cultivation, but who knew that the other party would first come up with several tribulation-transcending monks to hold him back, and then the number of supporting monks gradually increased, with more than 20 tribulation-transcending monks. Under the siege of the monks in the integration stage, he could only resist with all his strength, but he was still in a hurry!
Fortunately, Liu Qingyan and Xie Feng provided timely support. As soon as they rushed into the battle circle, they attacked the combined monks. They had taken action suddenly, and because their cultivation levels were two levels higher, they killed several fusion monks in an instant.
The monks of Fengyan Sect were greatly invigorated, and they were busy squeezing their own true energy, turning against the guests and entangling several monks in the tribulation period. Liu Qingyan and Xie Feng took the opportunity to unleash their full strength. They fired spells and sharp swords in all directions. In less than a moment, all the monks in the integration stage who were besieging them were killed.
At this time, the situation on both sides changed drastically. Of the twenty-odd monks who originally had the upper hand, only ten were left in the Tribulation Stage. Facing the three men who looked like wolves and tigers, they couldn't resist at all.
After a stalemate over a cup of tea, the first tribulation monk from the Ouyang family was killed. Once the breach is opened, it will be like a flood that is out of control. Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth monks died one after another!
The remaining six Tribulation Transcendence cultivators finally got scared, and they all shouted and ran away. But in the canyon, Cheng Ling had already set up a tracking formation. They couldn't tell the direction at all and just ran around holding their heads.
Not long after, Liu Qingyan and three others caught up and killed them one by one!
Xie Feng had just killed a tribulation monk from the Ouyang family. When he glanced around, he saw Ouyang Shan being defeated steadily by the four Mahayana disciples of Feng Yan Sect and had already come to his side. Without saying a word, he slashed at the opponent's back four times in a row.
Ouyang Shan felt the sharp knife light behind him cut his skin, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and suddenly a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes, stimulating the true energy in his body desperately. A powerful aura burst out instantly, and the body began to gradually swell.
"If you want to kill them all, then let's die together!"
Anger burst out of his chest, and he was planning to go all out and bury a few people with him before he died. At the critical moment, the evil wind completely aroused the source of gold in the body, and the arc-like sword light instantly increased several times. The sharp sword energy cut through the void with a hissing sound, and the sword slashed down heavily.
Ouyang Shan was unable to defend himself at all. His whole body was cut in half, and he let out his last scream before death. Even his soul was strangled by the sword energy, shattered and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Lao Wu!"
Ouyang Lin screamed in pain, stared at Cheng Ling with blood-red eyes, and shouted: "Damn it, I want you to pay with blood!"
As the voice fell, he exerted the power of pressing the bottom of the box, and his whole body was enveloped in blood-red flames. He raised his hands and crossed each other, transforming into a giant sword that reached the sky and followed it, and slashed towards Cheng Ling with one sword!
Cheng Ling clenched his back molars, temporarily put aside the control of the Dragon Ling Sword, and grasped the hilt of the Dragon Song Sword with both hands. Both feet used force to soar into the sky like rockets, catching up from behind and reaching the sky above Ouyang Lin in an instant. A move that created the world seemed to cut through the entire void before slashing down.
Ouyang Lin suddenly fell into a passive state. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling reacted so quickly, so he had no choice but to attack in the sky!
"Qiang!"
The loudest sword cry since the beginning of the war rang out. Ouyang Lin was slashed back to the ground, his feet fell, and his two calves were deeply sunk into the soil. Cheng Ling took advantage of the high altitude, but was also stirred by the force of the counterattack, causing his blood to surge.
Zhou Tian circled around and immediately recovered, falling from mid-air to the ground. Taking advantage of Ouyang Lin's lack of energy, he unleashed his sword like the Yangtze River. In an instant, ice, rain, snow, thunder, lightning, flames, and golden light all hit Ouyang Lin.
Ouyang Lin was faced with a steady stream of sword moves, and then he realized that Cheng Ling's swordsmanship was so good. He could hit several killing moves in less than a cup of tea. Every move is like an antelope hanging its horns, completely targeting its own weaknesses.
Just like the move in Go, every sword launched by the opponent has to be defended, and there is no time to counterattack. Cheng Ling also secretly lamented that the middle-stage Mahayana monks were indeed extraordinary and too difficult to kill. Although he had a certain advantage, he could not form a fatal attack at all.
He calmed down, moved the sword in his hand according to his will, and continued to apply pressure. His eyes scanned Ouyang Linlin's body, constantly looking for the opponent's weaknesses. Only by attacking the flaws can we be sure to consume Ouyang Lin's true energy bit by bit.
Another moment of incense time passed, Cheng Ling caught the opponent's weakness twice, and Ouyang Lin was stabbed continuously in the thigh and arm. But this kind of damage is not serious to him and does not pose a fatal threat.
But Ouyang Lin gradually couldn't stand it anymore. He defended with all his strength for a long time, and his real energy consumption was even faster than Cheng Ling! He looked at Cheng Ling fiercely and said angrily: "You forced me to do this, the True Fire Art, give it to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Lin's momentum surged like ignited gunpowder, and a foot around his body was burning with blazing flames. The violent hot breath spread out, and the void was burned fiercely, making a hissing sound!
Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, secret method! Driving the dog into the back alley, Ouyang Lin is going to do his best!
All secret techniques can increase one's own strength in a very short period of time and have the effect of killing the enemy. Correspondingly, this short-term outbreak will definitely bring some hidden dangers. Cheng Ling himself had practiced the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique, so he naturally knew the tricks of the secret technique.
Ouyang Lin went completely crazy. His own strength increased several times, almost equivalent to the late Mahayana state. You will never gain anything by going head-on. The more terrifying opponent is still a magic cultivator, and it is extremely difficult to escape from the tracking of magic.
In desperation, he could only increase his mental power to the limit, keep a close eye on Ouyang Lin, and prepare for defense!
A sneer escaped from the corner of Ouyang Lin's mouth, and he said coldly: "You hide your head and show your tail, just die!"
With a slap of his right palm, a fire dragon as thick as a bucket rushed towards Cheng Ling. Cheng Ling dodged sideways, but the fire dragon seemed to know the direction of his dodge, and just circled in mid-air before continuing to pursue him.
Ouyang Lin still couldn't understand his hatred, so he continued to strike with his second palm, and another fire dragon appeared. Immediately after the third, fourth, and fifth, five fire dragons kept swimming around Cheng Ling, and their huge dragon heads sprayed out pillars of fire to attack from time to time!
Cheng Ling dodged continuously, using the Xuan Kong Step to the limit, constantly moving around in the gaps between the five fire dragons. At the same time, the fingers of both hands controlled the Dragon Ling Sword, and the frozen three feet of the Nine Ultimate Sword kept striking out, gradually consuming the scorching energy emitted by the fire dragon.
In an instant, within a hundred meters of the battle circle where the two were, half was scorching hot and half was bone-chilling cold. Gradually, the two airflows collided continuously, forming a huge hot and cold tornado!
