The space in the secret room is very small. In order to avoid destroying the formation he set up, the Holy Master did not use spells with a large attack range, but chose close combat!
For Fa Xiu, close combat is often a weakness. Most practitioners are accustomed to keeping a distance in order to make full use of their spells. This is the brilliance of the Holy Lord. He is a practitioner of magic and martial arts. He is not only skilled in magic and mysticism, but also has extremely high attainments in martial arts.
I originally thought that although Cheng Ling's cultivation had improved very quickly, how long had he only practiced? In other words, even if the realm catches up, the foundation is still very weak and can be won in an instant.
But I never thought that Cheng Ling was not nervous at all about his attack. He just lowered his head slightly and flashed his fingers in a flash. Immediately afterwards, he also put his two fingers together and pointed one finger towards a vital point on his chest.
The Holy Master stretched out his left palm to block the finger light, but felt his arm numb. He looked solemn, this disciple is not simple!
Little did he know that Cheng Ling had already been happy for a long time. After coming to the Star Realm, he never had the chance to use swordsmanship to fight against the enemy. Almost every battle was a long-distance spell attack. Even if he met a martial artist or a martial artist of the same realm, The demon clan rarely encounters such opportunities for close combat.
On the other hand, he did not dare to use spell attacks with a larger range, for fear of touching those threads and causing damage to Yang Hongqiu.
The two of them walked back and forth in the small space, and Cheng Ling felt like a fish in water. He has already raised his level of swordsmanship to the peak of the third-level Heart Sword. Wherever his heart goes, his sword goes, but now he only lacks the sword bonus of the Dragon Ling Sword.
Exquisite sword moves kept flashing in his mind, and he moved smoothly in every square inch, and from time to time he launched attacks targeting the Holy Lord's weaknesses.
The Holy Lord became more and more frightened as he fought. He never expected that Cheng Ling was so powerful in close combat. He couldn't defeat him even after being in a stalemate for so long, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the opponent's moves. After fighting fiercely for less than half an hour, I don't know if it was the Holy Master who specifically ordered it, or if this place is really a forbidden area as the old man said before, but no one came to disturb it.
The Holy Lord's eyes shone with dazzling light, and he said: "Cheng Ling, you are very good. If you stop being stubborn, after this Saint ascends, the position of Holy Lord of the Five Spirits Sect will belong to you."
Cheng Ling sneered and said, "If you have the ability to surpass me, then you can!"
The Holy Master had an angry look on his face and said in a cold voice: "If you are stubborn, I will let you open your eyes!"
After saying that, he pointed the two swords in his hands at the wrong time, and his whole body's momentum suddenly increased. In less than a moment, two rays of energy appeared on his fingers. The aura was hesitant, like an illusory sword extending from his arm!
The sharp aura rubbed against the air, making a "chichi" sound.
Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, and he was stunned by how condensed the aura was. He was worthy of being the Holy Master of the Five Spirits Sect. The immortal spiritual power in his body was so mellow that it seemed like even the void was about to be torn apart! He did not dare to take it lightly, raised the sword finger of his right hand, and concentrated on dealing with it!
The Holy Lord stretched out his right arm and moved his fingers towards the vital point between Cheng Ling's eyebrows.
Cheng Ling tilted his head back, and the slightest difference was missed. He was about to turn sideways to counterattack. Who would have thought that the aura on his two fingers suddenly increased, like the snake letter of a long snake, and the distance increased by several inches.
When masters compete, victory or defeat is often decided by a hair's breadth. Cheng Ling was caught off guard and had no time to dodge. He just instinctively raised his right arm and followed the trend with his body, turning around several times before escaping from the aura. However, a layer of scalp was already shaved off his forehead.
With the force of vitality transferred, the injury on his head soon recovered. But the Holy Lord's attacks also followed one after another. The aura between his two fingers grew and fell, making it difficult to grasp the distance.
Cheng Ling learned a lesson and gained wisdom. He no longer dared to use subtle body changes to dodge the Holy Lord's moves. Instead, he used the Shadowless Thunder Kong movement to avoid its sharp edges and circled the Holy Lord's body in chaos. Turn around, leaving illusory afterimages in the secret room.
The Holy Master was slightly angry, and he struck out continuously with the sword fingers of both hands, but missed a little each time and could only hit Cheng Ling's afterimage.
His face darkened, and he took three steps forward with his right foot, then one step back, two steps to the left, and two steps to the right. The speed of his finger movements suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, there seemed to be qi emanating from all directions. , no matter which direction Cheng Ling's true body dodges, it seems that he can't dodge.
Cheng Ling was secretly shocked. Although these few steps of the Holy Master were simple, they coincided with the Bagua direction. With himself as the central palace, the Qi light produced by his hands changes with the footwork, Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, all eight directions are attacks, without any gaps.
A bright light flashed in his eyes, and the sword finger in his hand moved towards the earthquake position lightly. The power of thunder in his body was instantly directed to his fingertips, and the energy from the Holy Lord was immediately defeated. Not only that, he also used the Holy Lord's energy to increase the power of his sword.
Shocked like thunder! The two shocks overlapped and the repercussions were huge. In terms of understanding of the Bagua directions, Cheng Ling was obviously superior to the Holy Lord. If it weren't for the concern that using the Great Thunder Technique would involve Yang Hongqiu, the power of the move just now would have been even greater.
The Holy Master obviously did not expect this. Cheng Ling's finger not only blasted back his own aura, but also had a hint of sharpness. This force tore his defensive circle apart instantly, revealing a huge hole.
He didn't know that Cheng Ling had poured 100% of his sword intent into it! Seeing that the finger was about to point at the vital point of his Tanzhong point, his hands quickly retreated and stacked in front of him to block it.
"Tsk~!"
There was a soft sound, and the two forces collided to produce a powerful explosive force. Cheng Ling and the Holy Master unconsciously took several steps back to offset the counterattack.
The Holy Lord was furious. This was the first time in more than a thousand years that someone had forced him to retreat! A trace of flushing flashed across his face, and the frequency of the finger gestures with both hands accelerated again, like a gust of wind and rain, moving Cheng Ling up, down, and down.
The violent finger force bombarded the wall of the secret room, digging deep holes that were several inches deep.
Cheng Ling used his swordsmanship to seize the gap in the shock position and continuously hit out the killer moves with the thunder sword technique. The two men's attacks became more and more urgent, and gradually a layer of Gang Qi filled their bodies. However, it was difficult to control the attack within the area around them.
The missing energy and sword energy spread out in the secret room, and within a moment, most of the threads connecting Yang Hongqiu's body were cut off.
At this time, they spotted the gap between the two sides and struck each other hard, causing the two of them to retreat one after another. But after the colliding energy entangled for a moment, it burst out again in an instant. In just a few breaths, all the threads were cut off!
Cheng Ling was shocked, ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and quickly looked at Yang Hongqiu.
The Holy Master also had his heart in his throat. The spirit marriage formation was still a few days away from being successful. At this juncture, it failed unexpectedly. He didn’t know what the result would be!
"嘤咛!" With a sound, Yang Hongqiu woke up leisurely, opened his eyes and saw Cheng Ling and the Holy Master. He was about to speak, but there was a sharp pain in his mind, and he couldn't help but moan in pain!
Cheng Ling instantly moved to her side, took out a few soul-reviving pills from the ring and fed them into her mouth without any explanation, and asked: "Master, how are you?"
"Ah~!" Yang Hongqiu held his head in pain and said to Cheng Ling: "Go quickly, get out of here!"
"No! I want to take you with me!" Cheng Ling quickly refused and said firmly.
"Hmph!" The Holy Master snorted coldly and said calmly: "Want to leave? You don't want to go anywhere!"
Cheng Ling was extremely angry and cursed: "My God, you old man, you are still called the Holy Master in vain, you even set up such an evil formation. If the speculation is correct, my master's head problem must be You moved your hands and feet!"
"Ignorant child, you have no place to speak here! Qiu'er, stay here, I will treat you well!" After saying that, he stretched out a palm, as if he wanted to help Yang Hongqiu up.
Cheng Ling flashed and stood between the two of them. He moved his hands together, and there was a faint light of lightning shining on his fingertips. A fierce move was about to happen!
Perhaps because of the effect of the soul-reviving pill, the pain in Yang Hongqiu's head finally eased a little. Seeing that Cheng Ling was about to take action, he quickly grabbed him and said, "Cheng Ling, don't take action, you can't beat him!"
Cheng Ling was startled and said, "Master, don't be afraid. I fought with him for more than an hour just now, but nothing happened. We will definitely be able to leave safely!"
The Holy Lord snorted coldly, took a step forward, slightly bent his fingers, and grabbed the two of them from the distance. The two of them suddenly felt a strong suction coming from his palm, and their bodies leaned forward involuntarily.
Cheng Ling's expression changed, and he pointed his sword towards the void, and the Great Thunder Technique fell with a sound, hitting the Holy Lord's head directly. But before the purple thunder fell to the top of his head, the Holy Master swiped his left hand casually, and the thunder was shot to the right like a falling bird.
"Boom~!"
The purple thunder struck hard on the right wall of the palace, instantly blasting a gap that was about ten feet high.
Cheng Ling's heart trembled. This was the first time that the Thunderbolt Technique was casually defeated by someone! Could it be that he didn't use all his strength in the previous battle?
The Holy Lord smiled slightly and said: "Yes, it actually contains a hint of the artistic conception of Zixiao Divine Thunder. Your thunder spells are even better than Qiu'er. Cheng Ling, I appreciate you more and more. Once again, if you are willing to do this Let go and stay in the Five Spirits Sect. After I ascend, you will be the Holy Master of the Five Spirits Sect!"
Yang Hongqiu's expression changed, and he hurriedly struggled to come to Cheng Ling, blocking him behind him. He stared at the Holy Master with bright eyes. After a moment, he said with hatred: "Dad! You can do whatever you want to me, but he He is my disciple, you can’t attack him!”
Cheng Ling's body was shaking wildly. He stared at the back of Yang Hongqiu's beautiful head and was speechless. He looked at the Holy Master again and saw that the other party sighed and said: "The disciple you have accepted is indeed amazingly talented, but he is too ignorant of current affairs." , despite my good words and advice, I still insist on going my own way. In this case, you all stay here today!"
After saying that, he pulled his right hand back, and the two of them seemed to be pulled by a thread. They quickly approached him and saw his hands turned into claws and grabbed their necks.
Cheng Ling was naturally unwilling to give in. He shot continuously with both palms and placed layers of ice walls in front of the two of them, trying to block the other party's strong suction.
But the Holy Master continued to play with his left hand, and every time he played, a tiny fire dragon appeared from his palm. Dozens of fire dragons were lifelike, and even the scales on their bodies were clearly transformed. Such a condensed magic attack was unprecedented in the world. rare!
