Cheng Ling's spirit was tense, and his strength had been exerted beyond normal, but the dangers were increasing. If it was easy to kill someone on the sixth level, on the seventh level, every time he killed one person, it took twice or even three or four times the energy. , here, killing and being killed are just a matter of thought.
Thunderclap!
The Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique was used with all its strength, and the Han Light Sword brought out bursts of thunder. The powerful attack power of the purple thunder, coupled with the sharp sword energy, killed four more black-robed swordsmen with several killing moves. The swordsman in the field There's half left!
In such a small space, the black-robed swordsmen occupied various positions, and Xuan Kong swordsmanship was greatly restricted, making it difficult to use the secrets of space.
He didn't want to use the Sky Thunder Sword Technique, and he always had a slight fear of the ancient demon in his heart. After all, he came from a distant ancient era, and he had some concerns about what the Golden Page said. But now the situation is getting more and more dangerous, and it can no longer be hidden.
Before this, he had just mastered the eighth form of the Nine-Style Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, and now he could practice it in actual combat to enhance the power of the sword moves. This sword move is called Shen Lei Breaking Prison. The essence of the move is to activate the violent energy of thunder and attack from multiple sides to achieve the effect of killing with one strike.
The powerful thunder power of the Sanqing Divine Thunder greatly helps the swordsmanship, and its power suddenly increases by 50%. On the contrary, the black-robed swordsman was in trouble. The more they gathered together, the larger the area covered by the purple thunder. After a few moves, a thunder net was formed in mid-air, making the black-robed swordsman's figure constantly stand still, making it impossible to attack smoothly.
How could Cheng Ling let go of such an opportunity? The thunder shook the sky and the thunder god struck furiously. Two killing moves fell from the sky, carrying powerful thunder and sword intent, forming arcs and passing through them instantly!
Hee hee hee hee hee...!
A dozen heads flew high into the sky, killing half of the remaining black-robed swordsmen directly this time. But then, Cheng Ling had to avoid the edge for a while and start fighting on the outside again.
The lethality of the Tianlei sword technique is sufficient, but the consumption is also huge. The previous two swords consumed almost 70% of the immortal energy, and no more powerful attacks can be organized in a short period of time. He could only use his body skills, and while fighting, he took the opportunity to recover the lost immortal energy.
Repeatedly, in the past four hours, all sixty-four black-robed swordsmen were finally killed!
Cheng Ling knelt on one knee, sweating like raindrops all over his body, panting on the spot! It's really tiring. It's only the seventh level, and there are two more levels to come. This is a great challenge to the body's immortal energy reserves and physical strength.
At this point, he was secretly glad that he had advanced to the sixth level spiritual body before. Otherwise, the physical exhaustion caused by the continuous fighting would not be able to sustain it at all!
I was full of hope to see if there were any special rewards. Unfortunately, the reality was too cruel. After waiting for a long time, no treasure appeared. He shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that the unlucky luck he had in the past had left him.
Thinking about it in your mind as you fix it. Continuing up to the eighth floor, you will face one hundred and twenty-eight black-robed swordsmen. This is too many to even have a foothold. The only way is to maximize the damage when entering, which requires powerful mass killing spells, or the use of meteor fire to create extreme fire.
It's just that whether it's a mass killing spell or the extremely fire path of Meteor Fire, both consume a lot of immortal energy. After it is released, its own combat power is almost exhausted, so it is necessary to take precautions and at least ensure that it takes a long time to recover the loss of immortal energy.
He kept deducing in his mind, based on his experience in previous battles, the position of the swordsmen in black, the direction of their attack and dodge, and his own dodge direction.
My mental energy was consumed rapidly. After spending most of the day, I had deduced all the situations into place, and now I felt 70% sure!
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he waited for his immortal energy and spiritual power to return to their peak state, then stood up and walked up the corridor leading to the eighth floor.
Swish, brush, brush...!
One by one, the black-robed swordsmen appeared. Cheng Ling flew up into the air, stepped on the shoulder of one of the black-robed swordsmen, twisted his body, and led the black-robed swordsman's body to spin like a tornado, and then hooked his left foot. , the opponent was thrown away involuntarily, knocking down a large piece of it.
Taking this opportunity, Meteor Fire came to the palm of his hand, and the immortal energy in his body was filled crazily. The flame suddenly exploded and turned into a five-foot-sized "fire man".
Cheng Ling connected his fingers with his hands, and the fire man waved his arms, shooting out fire dragons as thick as buckets. In an instant, the entire space was almost covered by fire dragons.
Many of the newly transformed black-robed swordsmen were overwhelmed by the fire dragon before they could react. Under the scorching heat, more than thirty swordsmen were killed in the first wave of attacks.
But there were too many swordsmen transformed, and they would not sit still and wait for death. Each swordsman fired several sword energy and weaved a fine sword net in the space. The sharp sword energy cut the fire dragon into several sections, greatly reducing the threat.
Cheng Ling gritted his teeth and realized that the extreme fire path just now only caused the death of more than thirty swordsmen, which was obviously far from what he expected.
Never let up! Before the fire in the space dissipated, Cheng Ling kept up his efforts, shaking his hands in front of his chest, and pulled out a thunder ball the size of a fist.
The thunder ball kept rolling, absorbing the rich fire energy in the tower, and turned from lavender to purple. And as the absorption and rotation accelerated, the thunderball also continued to increase in size, from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin, and then to the size of a bathtub, eventually forming a huge thunderball half a foot in diameter.
Cheng Ling moved his hands with difficulty and suddenly exerted force. The whole thunder ball rushed towards the black-robed swordsman like a bulldozer.
The black-robed swordsman flipped over on his back. The power of thunder and fire energy contained in such a condensed thunder ball must be so powerful that it would kill him if he touched it!
However, the area occupied by the thunderballs was too large, and the black-robed swordsmen were unable to dodge them all in a hurry, and more than twenty more were killed in this wave.
But Cheng Ling was not optimistic. Two killing moves consumed too much immortal energy. In particular, he has to control the direction of the thunder ball. As of now, less than 30% of the immortal energy in his body is left!
This was a very dangerous situation. I saw that the remaining black-robed swordsmen were becoming more and more flexible and could easily dodge the thunderballs, but on my side, it was extremely difficult to catch up with a heavy burden.
He gritted his teeth and simply let the thunder ball rush directly into the swordsman's center, and then shouted decisively: "Explode!"
A rumbling, violent explosion almost completely destroyed the entire eighth floor. The black-robed swordsman was hit hard again. Only less than half of the 128 monks remained!
Cheng Ling was busy using his body skills and had no time to take care of his injuries. He started fighting again and tried his best to recover the consumed immortal energy and injuries.
"Forty-five left!"
Killing, endless killing!
Cheng Ling had never experienced such a ferocious battle. This battle pushed him to one limit after another. His nerves were as stretched as a steel wire, and there was a possibility of breaking at any time.
He knew that he couldn't even think about taking a breath. After fighting until now, it was as if he had held in his breath. If he let it out, it would be really over, and he would be completely defeated in an instant.
"Forty-two left!"
Using a spell with his left hand to resist the slashing blow of a black-robed swordsman, Cheng Ling raised his right hand, the sword light flashed, and the opponent's head flew away.
Chi!
While killing the opponent, he transformed and changed his position. The figure missed the sword light coming from behind. Although the sword light did not hit him, the aura above left an obvious mark on his shoulder.
By this time, he had used swordsmanship and spells simultaneously. No matter what method he used, as long as he could kill the black-robed swordsman, he would be victorious!
"Thirty-three left!"
Obliquely avoiding most of the incoming sword light, Cheng Ling spun in the air, with his right sword, left thunder, interlaced sword light and purple thunder spraying out. Wherever he went, the ground was riddled with holes and void sword marks were everywhere. The eyes are full of desolation.
Poof!
The five black-robed swordsmen closest to Cheng Ling were swallowed up by the dense interlaced sword light, chopped into dozens of pieces, and dissipated into nothingness.
"The power consumption is too great!"
After this move, Cheng Ling's face turned slightly pale, and veins appeared on his forehead. The power of the black-robed swordsman is not endless. So far, he has killed one hundred and three virtual black-robed swordsmen. The cultivation and will of these one hundred and three black-robed swordsmen are equal to his. Each time he kills one, it is not easy. .
Especially in the eighth level, killing one person is equivalent to killing two or three in the seventh level. The difficulty has more than doubled, and the consumption is extremely huge.
Even if he has excellent elixirs and golden pages, he cannot withstand such consumption.
Fortunately, the black-robed swordsman had consumed a lot of energy and his condition had declined. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Cheng Ling to persist if he continued.
With his figure soaring back, Cheng Ling took a deep breath and pointed towards the oncoming dense sword light.
Click!
The huge purple thunder became stronger when it encountered a strong force, and it blasted away the threat.
"Twenty-three, twenty-two!"
Using the power of the void, Cheng Ling advanced instead of retreating. His body trembled at extreme speed, turning into dozens of shadows and drowning the two black-robed swordsmen. The sword light flashed and the two men fell to the ground.
"Twenty more left!"
With the force of his fall, Cheng Ling fell from the sky and struck a black-robed swordsman on the head with a sword. The sword blade passed along the center of the eyebrow, and the black-robed swordsman was split into two.
call!
Taking a deep breath, before the black-robed swordsman could react, the long sword struck out hundreds of times again like a gust of wind, killing a dozen more swordsmen.
Only the last five black-robed swordsmen were left. Cheng Ling took this opportunity to take a deep breath and calm down his nerves that were stretched to the limit.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The five black-robed swordsmen were not afraid of death and attacked Cheng Ling from five angles. Before he could reach Cheng Ling, the sharp sword energy was like a steel knife scraping bones, slashing hard.
"Shen Lei breaks the prison!"
Following an incredible trajectory, Cheng Ling turned around and passed through the gap in the sword energy like a white horse. A sword pierced the neck of the black-robed swordsman on the side. He drew out the long sword and drew a stunning arc in mid-air, slashing away another sword. The black-robed swordsman's Tianling Gai.
There are three left!
After fighting until now, Cheng Ling was almost exhausted. The power of each sword was almost squeezed out and no longer powerful. Of course, the black-robed swordsmen's combat power was also greatly damaged. After all, they had little sanity. Once their strength was weakened, their combat power was also weakened to the same extent, making it easier for Cheng Ling to kill them.
The long sword struck out two swords, one forward and one reverse. The two crescent-shaped sword energy formed a hemisphere and knocked away the two black-robed swordsmen who took advantage of the situation.
At the same time, the little finger of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword was raised, and a ray of sword energy shot out, piercing the forehead of another black-robed swordsman!
