King Jiao and others passed through the passage, and before they could see the surrounding scene clearly, a sharp sword energy shot out. With a shiver in his heart, he thrust his claws forward and blocked it forcefully.
His consciousness swept away and he said angrily: "Lu Jiansheng, what do you mean?"
Lu Jiansheng didn't say a word, and his figure turned into dozens of afterimages. Each afterimage looked like a real person, and he moved towards the Jiao King with sharp sword moves.
King Jiao was extremely angry, but facing an opponent of Lu Jiansheng's level, there was no way he could be distracted. He could only brace himself and concentrate on dealing with it.
Feng Feifei chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist Dugu, we haven't fought each other for many years. Today you and I just confirmed each other."
After saying that, he waved his right hand, and a fiery red butterfly appeared on his palm. With a slight movement, the butterfly slowly flew towards Dugu Peak.
Dugu Feng's pupils shrank. Although this butterfly flew like a snail, if he underestimated it, he would definitely suffer in the end.
"Pulling" "Pulling"
Every time he flapped his wings, a strong force of fire energy rushed towards his face. The void between the two seemed to be burning, and there was a hissing sound as the air became dry.
Yun Piaomiao and Duanmucheng were behind them, and they were both shocked when they saw them. What was going on with these two people? Do they want to take the treasure to themselves? But before they could react, Jian Yinghao and Xie Feng rushed forward and entangled them tightly.
Yun Piaomiao said coldly: "You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
But soon, something felt wrong. Jian Yinghao's sword was extremely powerful, and the sharp sword energy swept across his body, and he felt a faint pain. Her face became solemn, and she no longer dared to underestimate the other party, so she drew out her long sword and started fighting.
Over there, Xie Feng found Duanmucheng. Among the nine major powers, Duanmucheng and the Ouyang Family were evenly matched and ranked at the bottom. However, the perfect cultivation level of Mahayana is not fake. When Duanmucheng casts his spell, it is as if the stars are falling and the rain is coming, and the momentum is extremely strong.
Xie Feng knew that the opponent's cultivation level was a little higher than his own, so he must not let him take the initiative. As soon as he made a move, the golden phase was activated, and the scimitars on his arms suddenly increased several times in size. With just a few moves, he came to Duanmucheng's side and wrapped him tightly around him.
The only one left, Murong Qian, was just about to make a move when Wu Changyuan caught up with him. The two of them were in the west of Canglan Continent, and each knew the other's worth. With Wu Changyuan's fighting power, winning is not an easy task.
Cheng Ling glanced around and saw that the Mahayana Perfection monks were really strong. The most terrifying thing is Lu Jiansheng, who walks with the sword, and his whole body seems to be connected with the sword. The sword moves are wide open and close, and very precise, slightly better than his own Fantasy Sword Star Sword Technique.
But this is not the time to sigh. The remaining monks on both sides fought against each other. Unfortunately, there were a few fewer on our side, so we were already at a disadvantage.
His eyes flashed, and he saw Fang Daoyuan suppressing an elder of Feng Yan Sect, flying with his palms, hitting the latter repeatedly and retreating.
"kill!"
With a low shout, Cheng Ling instantly rushed into the battle circle between the two and blocked Fang Daoyuan's attack. Suddenly, Eunuch Hai and a dozen other cultivators in the Tribulation Stage heard his order and rushed forward.
"Go and help, leave this place to me!"
When the elder of Feng Yanzong saw it, he immediately felt relieved and went to help the other elders before he had time to ask the identities of these people.
Fang Daoyuan was startled and shouted: "You brat, are you setting an ambush here?"
"So what, you escaped from Shangluo City. I guess you are lucky. I don't know if you can survive this time."
Live your life! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck with a Xuanwu sword.
Eunuch Hai and others immediately surrounded the city in a battle circle, and the spells in the hands of more than a dozen monks were overwhelming. For a moment, Fang Daoyuan was in a hurry.
He was born in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and what he is best at is water spells. Unfortunately, he has not mastered the artistic conception of water to 100%. When he met Cheng Ling, he felt restricted everywhere. Every move of the opponent seemed to be aimed at his own weaknesses. When the move was halfway through, it was intercepted.
Cold sweat broke out on his back. This was the first time he encountered an opponent who could defeat him. There is not much difference in the cultivation level between the two. Cheng Ling's sword essence, sword intention, and water artistic conception are all slightly better. And this is not a one-on-one battle. There are more than a dozen monks around who are constantly interfering. In less than a stick of incense, danger is everywhere.
"Sect Master, save me!" In desperation, he could only ask King Jiao for help!
King Jiao was shocked, and he immediately saw Fang Daoyuan's condition clearly with his spiritual consciousness. But he was facing Lu Jiansheng. He had no energy to distract himself from the rescue, so he could only curse angrily: "Lu Jiansheng, Cheng Ling, what do you want?"
The two of them turned a deaf ear to him and ignored him at all. On the contrary, Lu Jiansheng's sword moves became even more fierce, and as a result of this distraction, a blood mark was cut on his arm.
The Jiao King was horrified and concentrated his mind to deal with it with all his strength.
Cheng Ling's sword strikes were getting faster and faster, each strike coming from an incredible angle. Fang Daoyuan screamed repeatedly and was tired of dealing with it. In less than a moment, he was hit multiple times on his body. He wanted to escape, but Eunuch Hai and others didn't give him a chance.
The intensive spells cast by more than a dozen monks were like a big net, tightly covering him. As long as his movements were slightly larger, he would be in danger of being hit.
At this moment, there is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
He went completely crazy, looked at everyone with blood-red eyes and shouted: "Cheng Ling, I will fight with you!"
Cheng Ling sneered, fight? That also requires you to have the ability to fight! The two of them had been fighting for less than half an hour, and they had already figured out each other's moves. They were just waiting for an excellent opportunity. Once they caught it, the opponent would die.
Fang Daoyuan exploded with all his strength, and the momentum around him surged, but the power increased and the flaws revealed were even greater. Eunuch Hai's eyes flashed, and while he was attacking Cheng Ling, he pointed two fingers and a purple lightning hit his back.
Fang Daoyuan's whole body felt numb, and his arm that came to Cheng Ling paused for a moment.
How can you miss such an opportunity! Cheng Ling backhanded his sword and thrust it upwards diagonally!
"Ah~!"
Fang Daoyuan screamed, and one arm immediately separated. Immediately afterwards, the long sword in Cheng Ling's hand danced with a large area of shining sword light, as if a meteor shower fell from the sky, the Taiwei Sword of the Fantasy Sword Star Sword Technique!
Hee hee hee hee hee...!
Without his arms, Fang Daoyuan's body lost balance. Unexpectedly, Taiwei Sword covered a large area with his sword moves. In the blink of an eye, many vital parts of his body were stabbed, and a large amount of essence, blood and true energy were lost from his body. He took a few steps back, but the spells of more than a dozen tribulation monks behind him were already approaching.
Rumble~!
Even though his cultivation was a big step behind, he could be said to have lost all his defenses now. Too many ants can kill an elephant!
Dozens of spells hit him one after another, blood spurted out wildly, his body softened, and he fell towards the ground.
Cheng Ling raised his hands above his head, and the dragon feather sword flashed through a bolt of lightning, as if even the void was going to be shattered, and the sword fell heavily with a slash.
Uh-huh!
The long sword cuts through the flesh
The sound of rubbing the body was heard, and Fang Daoyuan was instantly cut in half. The illusory soul escaped, but was turned into powder by the spells of Eunuch Hai and others.
Cheng Ling didn't pause at all and shouted again: "Kill!"
He turned around and killed another elder from the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
Eunuch Hai and others immediately changed their targets and concentrated all their strength on the attack without any hesitation.
The elder of the East China Sea Dragon Palace was only in the early stage of the Mahayana, and his cultivation was much weaker than that of Cheng Ling. When he saw Fang Daoyuan die in the hands of the opponent, he was horrified, and hurriedly left the elder of the Shura Sword Sect opposite him, trying to escape from here. .
But Cheng Ling had already made plans. The trapped formation in front of him was not something he could just leave if he wanted to. Even if Li Guanglin came in person, it would take some time to break through.
The elder shuttled back and forth within the formation several times, and seemed to have escaped each time, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Cheng Ling chasing after him. I cried secretly in my heart and could only resist while walking.
Cheng Ling sneered and threw his right hand. The Dragon Ling Sword flew into the air and instantly turned into hundreds of illusory swords, laying a tight sword net along the elder's escape route.
"No~!"
The elder yelled, and hundreds of long swords screamed incessantly. The exits in all directions were covered. He drew several circles with his hands, and a milky white defensive aperture enveloped his whole body.
But those long swords were extremely fast, and as soon as the aperture was drawn out, they were shot out one after another. The first few hits remained stable above the defensive aperture. But I couldn't bear the swords coming in too many, one after another.
Cheng Ling deliberately controlled all the long swords to attack the front part of the aperture to cover the area. Not long after, a crack was cut into the halo of light by the attack of the long sword. With a thought in his mind, he clicked dozens of tricks in succession, and the dozen long swords behind him were connected in a line, and they pierced hard into the cracks in the defensive light shield.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Boom~!
The elder couldn't resist at all. His entire body was cut into several pieces in an instant, and the defensive aperture completely collapsed. Immediately afterwards, all the spells of Eunuch Hai and others bombarded his broken body, eventually turning it into ashes!
"Damn it! Cheng Ling, I will fight you until death!"
The Jiao King looked up to the sky and roared angrily. This time he was really heartbroken. How many Mahayana monks are there in the East China Sea Dragon Palace? In less than a moment, Cheng Ling killed two of them, not to mention that among them was Fang Daoyuan, who was in the late Mahayana period.
He was completely angry, his aura surged, and he pushed Lu Jiansheng back a few steps with one palm. With a flicker of his body, a black dragon nearly a thousand feet in size appeared! He was filled with hatred, spitting out a thick black mist from his mouth to block Lu Jiansheng's attack, and swept towards Cheng Ling with his tail as thick as a water tank!
Cheng Ling dodged and retreated, but the several tribulation-level monks behind him were unable to react. They watched in astonishment as the huge dragon's tail swept past. They had no time to dodge. In an instant, three monks were smashed to pieces by the dragon's tail.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Lu Jiansheng's eyes, and he took mysterious steps under his feet. Several people turned around and walked around the black mist, came to the dragon's head, and slashed it down with a sharp sword.
"Qiang!"
The slightly protruding single horn on King Jiao's head intersected with the long sword, and a thunderous sound erupted. The Jiao King was in pain, and his huge body rolled twice. His claws stretched out from his abdomen and he grabbed hard.
Its tail kept hitting the ground as it rolled. The trap set up by Cheng Ling could not withstand the powerful attack and began to collapse. At this time, the battle between Lu Jiansheng and Jiao King was too fierce. The claw energy and sword energy did not hit each other, but were blasted towards the mountain nearby!
