The battle continued, and before they knew it, the two had exchanged more than a thousand moves. The more Cheng Ling fought, the more energetic he became, and his exquisite sword moves were endless.
Nangong Ba became more and more frightened the more he fought. The advantage he had at first was gradually weakening. The two of them had contacts with each other, and no one could take advantage. What's even more terrifying is his tough personality and his ability to learn in actual combat.
Nangong Ba could feel that the opponent's sword moves were becoming more and more rounded, and the power of the moves was gradually increasing. The threat that his own marksmanship posed to Cheng Ling was getting weaker and weaker. Gradually, he began to feel confused. Could he be defeated by him today?
The momentary trance was fatal. In other words, Nangong Ba had never encountered such a state in his whole life of practicing Taoism. There is a character for domineering in his name, which means that as his name suggests, he will act domineeringly throughout his life.
With the support of the Nangong family, it has been a smooth journey. The enemies he has faced in the past are all inferior to him in cultivation, and he has never experienced the possibility of being overturned against the wind.
At this moment, his consciousness swept across Liu Qingyan, Jian Yinghao, and Xie Feng arriving at the outskirts of their battlefield. His heart trembled again, how could these three people come here? Could it be that all the hundreds of thousands of disciples he brought with him were defeated?
Xie Feng keenly caught the trace of Nangong Ba's sluggishness, smiled and said to Cheng Ling: "Your efficiency is too slow. We have dealt with all the monks from the Nangong family, and you are the only one left here to suffer. How do you do it?" helper?"
Nangong Ba was shocked and lost his mind again.
How could Cheng Ling let go of such an opportunity? With a cold light in his eyes, he seized on Nangong Ba's fleeting flaw and used several killing moves.
Nangong Ba was caught off guard and was immediately disrupted by Cheng Ling. He felt that everything he saw was sharp sword light. No matter where he struck, he would be hurt by the opponent's sword energy. In desperation, he could only retreat.
With this retreat, he immediately lost his initiative. Cheng Ling followed closely behind, attacking Nangong Ba's vital points with exquisite sword moves.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Heavy footsteps sounded. Nangong Ba was huge. Coupled with the pressure from Cheng Ling's sword, every time he took a step back, there would be a deep pit under his feet, and his movement became even more sluggish.
Liu Qingyan and the other three knew that this was not the time for a one-on-one battle. Although Cheng Ling currently has some advantages, it is difficult to kill Nangong Ba. It may not be difficult to defeat monks above the Mahayana stage, but the difficulty of killing them is almost a hundred times higher.
Every Mahayana monk is not an easy person, he always has some trump cards, not to mention a monk from a big family like Nangong Ba. Unless everyone works together to force him into a desperate situation, he can't be completely killed!
There was a rare opportunity in front of him. Nangong Ba had been disrupted by Cheng Ling. The three of them said in unison: "Kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Feng and Jian Yinghao rushed over from the left and right sides. Liu Qingyan clicked her fingers together, and fire dragons as thick as bowls appeared and rushed behind Nangong Ba.
The four Mahayana monks took action with all their strength, and Nangong Ba suddenly fell into a dangerous situation. He shouted violently and steadied his body. The black dragon gun in his hand danced into a circle of light. The existence of the gun body was almost invisible, and he tightly protected his whole body.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The rapid sound of weapons clashing was heard, and the killing moves of Cheng Ling, Xie Feng, and Jian Yinghao were all blocked.
But Nangong Ba didn't feel well either. The repulsive force of the move made his arms numb. He could no longer keep the spear rotating at high speed. Moreover, the fire dragon shot by Liu Qingyan was moving towards him from a strange angle.
The vital points on his chest and back were attacked.
His arms couldn't use up the strength, and he was surrounded by opponents from all four directions. In desperation, he could only use his feet, and his body rose into the sky like an arrow. Cheng Ling alone was already too much for him to deal with, and with the addition of three early Mahayana monks, he had no guarantee of victory.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. This trip is considered a failure. Let’s go back to the family and try to regain the place! His mind was spinning, and he was preparing to escape immediately.
However, Xie Feng and Jian Yinghao had already anticipated his movements. The two of them fired dozens of sword rays from the void, cutting off the escape routes on the left and right sides.
Liu Qingyan shot continuously with her hands, and the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth spells took turns. Sword energy, vines, water curtains, fire dragons, falling rocks, layers of spells were covered from the front. The only way to escape was to defeat all the spells. It was impossible to escape in a short time. It can be done within!
"Sword Snake Technique!"
Cheng Ling naturally would not let go of the opportunity to trap Nangong Ba to death. With a thought, the dragon feather sword rose into the sky, splitting into hundreds of long swords in an instant and gathering into a giant python. Bagua Extermination Sword Technique! The sharp sword energy completely blocked Nangong Ba's path.
Nangong Ba was horrified and was surrounded from all sides. They planned to strangle him completely here. In a life-and-death crisis, he no longer cared about his numb arms and managed to raise the Black Dragon Spear to meet the hundreds of sword energy coming from Cheng Ling.
Unfortunately, he completely lost his composure and did not accurately analyze the environment he was in. He just instinctively felt that Cheng Ling's sword attack was the most threatening, so he tried his best to resist it.
This step was miscalculated. If the sword energy and radiance emitted by Jian Yinghao and Xie Feng were directed at the left and right sides, they might be able to break out of the space cage created by the four of them even if they suffered some injuries. Unfortunately, he chose to resist Cheng Ling's sword move!
The art of sword control is based on the movement of the heart. The long swords transformed by the sword and snake art can be more than a dozen, hundreds, or even thousands. The attacks were endless, blocking the first sword, the second sword, the third sword...
With his numb arms now, there was no way he could withstand this endless sword attack. After only holding on for a few breaths, not only was Cheng Ling's sword energy attack not blocked, Liu Qingyan's spells, Sword Hero's sword energy, and Xie Feng's sword light poured out from behind him.
A trace of despair flashed in Nangong Ba's eyes, and he could no longer hold the heavy black dragon gun in his right hand.
"Clang!" With a sound, the spear fell to the ground, and all the attacks from the four people hit Nangong Ba.
Poof!
Blood spurted out wildly, and even the protective armor could not withstand the powerful attack. Nangong Ba's figure was crumbling. The four of them refused to relax, and the magic sword, energy, and sword light bombarded him desperately, and his body was cut into pieces in a matter of seconds.
An illusory figure emerged from the body. It was Nangong Ba's soul, trying to escape through the gap between the attacks of several people. Cheng Ling and Jian Yinghao worked together to form a fine sword net. When the soul touched the sharp sword energy, it let out a shrill scream and was annihilated in the air.
Huh~~!
The four of them fell heavily to the ground and exhaled a breath of turbidity at the same time. In the middle stage of Mahayana, Nangong Ba died, and this battle was a complete victory!
After a while, Cheng Ling stood up and cut off the storage ring in Nangong Ba's hand.
Jian Yinghao said: "Brother Cheng, there are many surrendered monks from the Nangong family behind, what should we do?"
"Oh? How many people are there?"
"About forty thousand!"
Cheng Ling frowned and said, "Take it back to the Famous Sword Academy first, and then make a decision after repairing it!"
The three of them nodded, and Liu Qingyan and Xie Feng followed him back to the academy, while Jian Yinghao was responsible for bringing all the monks back.
Back at the academy, everyone felt tired and had no intention of caring about the monk who surrendered. They all meditated and rested, and reflected on their battle experiences.
After a day, Cheng Ling and others recovered. The remaining monks were all excited and noisily talking about yesterday's battle.
Cheng Ling smiled slightly and asked Liu Qingyan and others to come over.
When everyone gathered together, Cheng Ling asked aloud: "What was the result of yesterday's battle?"
Li Qinghui reported: "Nangong Ba, Nangong Qian, and Nangong Rui were killed. More than 60,000 monks from the Nangong family were killed or injured. More than 40,000 surrendered, and the rest ran away."
"Where are the casualties?"
"The losses in this battle were huge. There are only 387 Purple Dragon Guards left, and there are less than 20,000 monks left in the three major sects."
Cheng Ling pondered for a while, then turned to Li Qingsong, Wu Tianzhao, and Xiao Jiutian and said, "Three sect masters, yesterday's battle showed me your sincerity. Are you willing to join the Wuxiang Sword Sect?"
The three of them were delighted and agreed. After more than a year of getting along, plus yesterday's battle with the Nangong family, they realized that Cheng Ling was by no means a creature in the pool. Moreover, the resources and training environment in the Wuxiang Sword Sect were very ideal.
Although the three of them have abandoned the sect's thousands of years of foundation, they can't get rid of the Ouyang family's control even if they don't join the Wuxiang Sword Sect. Ouyang Family is much better.
Thinking of this, the three of them naturally stopped hesitating. They stood up and bowed to Cheng Ling and said, "I pay my respects to the sect master!"
Cheng Ling waved his hand and motioned for the three of them to sit down and said: "The three of you made great achievements in yesterday's battle. From today on, you are the elders of the Wuxiang Sword Sect. From now on, the monks in the Tribulation Period are called elders in the sect. Mahayana monks are supreme elders."
"After this battle, the sect suffered huge losses. For this reason, the sect decided to set up three guards to fight and protect the sect externally."
"The monks in the integration period are called Purple Dragon Guards and are equipped with Purple Dragon Armor. Their number is kept at five hundred. If there are plans to refine the Purple Dragon Armor in the future, Wu Chenlong will serve as the captain of the Purple Dragon Guard and immediately recruit monks to make up the number of five hundred. Count, teach me the skills and battle formations, and wait for the next battle!"
Wu Chenlong perked up, stood up, agreed, and left in a hurry.
Cheng Ling continued: "Below the Purple Dragon Guard, there will be a Golden Dragon Guard. I will ask the four hall masters to quickly refine the armor. The minimum cultivation level of the Golden Dragon Guard is a monk in the distraction stage. They are divided into five teams, each with a thousand people. Led by Zhang Hu , Song Yingjie, Li Qingsong, Wu Tianzhao, and Xiao Jiutian serve as captains!"
After speaking, he specifically told Li Qingsong and the others: "Three sect masters, I have to trouble you to wait for the recruitment of the Golden Dragon Guards. As for the equipment, if you have any requirements, just give the instructions to the four major sect masters directly."
The five people agreed and went away happily.
After pondering for a moment, he said: "The last guard is the Silver Dragon Guard. The selected monks have the lowest cultivation level of the God Transformation stage. Zhang Xiyan, Jiang Daoqi, and Feng Ling, are you three willing to become the commander of the Silver Dragon Guard?"
The three of them were startled, and Zhang Xiyan asked: "Brother Cheng, I am not a disciple of the Wuxiang Sword Sect!"
Cheng Ling smiled and said: "Now I am asking for your opinion, whether you are willing to join the Wuxiang Sword Sect and become the leader of the Silver Dragon Guard. As long as you are capable, the Jiang family's revenge will one day be avenged!"
