At this time, around the mountain forest, rays of escaping light whizzed past from all directions, the light was overflowing with color, and it was really gorgeous. Groups of monks rushed in quickly, and the shouts, shouts, and roars of wild beasts were intertwined, stirring up the surrounding areas. , seemed extremely noisy.
The four Qingya girls witnessed this scene as soon as they came out of the cave. They had been guarding Master Mingjing for this period of time and had no idea what was going on. After hearing the shouts of the monks, I realized that they were all for killing Cheng Ling.
Qingyi couldn't help it anymore and said: "Sister, Brother Cheng is in danger. So many monks want to kill him. We can't let him go."
Qingya was also at war with heaven and man in her heart. On one side was her master's instructions before her death, and on the other was Cheng Ling's life and death. She really didn't know how to make a decision. She turned to look at Qinghui and Qinghe and said, "Two junior sisters, what do you think we should do?"
The two women looked at each other, and finally Qinghe said: "Let's go take a look together, and help where we can!"
Qing Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't bear to watch Cheng Ling die, so she immediately said, "Okay, let's go and have a look. Let's repay him for his previous help!"
After saying that, he led the four girls and chased after the monks.
After flying like this for more than an hour, the four women saw purple lightning arcs in the sky shining brightly in the distance, and thick lightnings rolled through them, twisting like thunder pythons, which was extremely terrifying. And among the bloody thunder, human-shaped lightning emerged one after another, densely packed, like lightning spirits, holding various lightning weapons, exuding a terrifying aura that was extremely heart-stopping.
Boom!
At this moment, thunder roared between the sky and the earth, the wind and clouds were changing, and the vitality was chaotic. All the wild beasts and poisonous insects in the surrounding area were so scared that they hid in their lairs, trembling, and looked at the center of the thunder and lightning.
A figure is floating in the air, purple clothes dancing in the wind, and his momentum is as high as a mountain. It is Cheng Ling!
Before everyone could react, what happened in the next moment made their pupils suddenly shrink, and they saw a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. He moved his body, slashing towards the group of monks with a powerful purple thunder. Come and fight!
In an instant, those closest to the crowd were caught off guard and were directly enveloped in the rolling thunder, letting out shrill screams, and then turned into ashes and died completely.
The four Qingya girls were stunned, as if they didn't believe their eyes!
"Such a powerful thunder technique. Has he always hidden his strength before?" Qing Ya said in shock.
"Amitabha! These people must be disrespectful to Brother Cheng, so they started killing, but...but this killed too many people...!" Qingyi clasped her hands together, thinking for Cheng Ling in her heart He defended himself while feeling extremely confused. He had never seen such a cruel killing since he started practicing Taoism, and the person who did it was Cheng Ling.
Qinghe and Qinghui were completely stunned. Is this Cheng Ling who had fought with them before? What a strong fighting force, what a ruthless method!
In less than a stick of incense, hundreds of monks were all killed by Cheng Ling. Like a demon from hell, they stood in the sky, with blood dripping from the Han lightsaber in their hands.
At this time, he also saw the four Qingya girls, with a hint of warmth in their eyes, and they were about to speak. Suddenly, his spiritual consciousness swept through several black shadows and rushed towards the four girls.
The four women were completely shocked by Cheng Ling's bloody killing and did not react for a moment.
Cheng Ling pointed both of his hands towards the sky, and a big lightning strike had already struck down. Because the distance was so close, the four girls thought that Cheng Ling had evil intentions and wanted to kill them too. In a hurry, four long swords were swung out, and they worked together to block it. Falling purple lightning.
Cheng Ling dodged and teleported several times to come to their side. The Han Light Sword had already created a fine sword net, which happened to block the men in black from outside. But the sword energy fired by the four women scattered in all directions, and several of them hit him directly.
Tsk tsk tsk!
After several soft sounds, Cheng Ling never expected that the four women would attack him. He was unprepared and resisted with only his physical body. Blood spurted out from his body, and he was already seriously injured!
Qing Ya reacted first, turned around and took a look, and then she reacted. With severe pain in his heart, he said: "Brother Cheng, why don't you block them? Who are these people?"
Cheng Ling didn't have time to speak. The dozen or so men in black were very powerful. They didn't give up after being blocked by the sword net. They changed direction and pounced from the other side.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
Dozens of spells broke through the layered space and directly crushed Cheng Ling's body. Every time they exploded, his body was burnt to black, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere. His whole body was blasted into the ground, creating a bottomless abyss. .
The four girls were shocked, and quickly changed the direction of their sword energy, and flew towards the direction where Cheng Ling landed while resisting.
After arriving beside him, Qingya and Qingyi asked: "Brother Cheng, how are you? I didn't mean it just now!"
Cheng Ling spurted several mouthfuls of blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the dozens of men in black above. These people came very unexpectedly, but they felt like they had known each other before.
He said flatly to the four women: "Sword Formation, these people are not simple!"
Qing Ya suddenly woke up and hurriedly called for the four girls to form a formation and stop in front of Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling sat down cross-legged, took out a large handful of pills, swallowed them in his mouth, and tried his best to recover from his injuries.
Dozens of men in black glanced at them, swayed, and went straight to kill the five of them!
The four Qingya girls lined up in all directions, resisting with all their strength. However, those men in black have very high cultivation levels, they are all Immortal Lords who have reached the peak of perfection, and they are extremely powerful in combat, and they cooperate very well.
They formed a team of two and launched a siege on the four women respectively. Their sword energy, spells, and martial arts skills continued in an endless stream. If the four women had not had profound knowledge and became more and more proficient in the Four Elephant Sword Formation, they would have been defeated long ago. Even so, their situation is not optimistic.
Cheng Ling suppressed his anxiety forcibly. Half an hour later, he felt that the injuries on his body had recovered a little, and the four women gradually gained a foothold under the siege of the men in black. He immediately felt relieved.
But suddenly, the ground shook violently again, like an earthquake, and dozens of feet-long cracks instantly appeared where everyone was. The four women could no longer occupy the position of the formation, so they had no choice but to dodge in all directions.
The man in black on the opposite side had plenty of strength left. The eight monks who came forward to attack could not keep their balance, and there were more than a dozen people behind them waiting for the relay. But before they could take action, as the cracks in the ground became wider and wider, bubbles slowly rose up from below the ground.
These bubbles are colorful, and each one seems to hide a treasure, emitting a dazzling light.
Qingya glanced around and saw an object like a token in one of the bubbles. She shouted in surprise: "Sword Code!"
That thing was exactly the same as the sword manual that the master gave her to take back to the sect!
Cheng Ling's heart moved. He stayed in the bloody wasteland, and one of his goals was the sword canon. Without hesitation, he flashed forward and flew up ten feet in an instant. When he rushed to the bubble surrounding the sword canon, he felt a huge pressure coming from the air!
This pressure almost directly shocked his soul, and then seemed to change into countless whips, or like sharp knives, cutting into his thoughts.
Cheng Ling gritted his teeth and persisted. Despite the pain of the disintegration of his soul, he moved closer to the bubble again. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his hand. But then, the pressure on his head increased greatly, and the pain that hit his soul almost made him lose it.
Pointing his fingers together, he didn't even have time to see who the person was, and directly blasted him with several large thunderbolts.
"Kakaka!"
The thunder landed, because it was an unconscious attack with all its strength. Cheng Ling keenly felt that the thunder that struck down had an inexplicable aura, which gave birth to an extremely weak vitality in the endless destruction.
"Being reborn in destruction, gestating in thunderstorms, that seems to be the 'artistic conception of life'..." This discovery made him refreshed, and his body flashed. After escaping from the aura, he raised his eyes. Look up into the sky.
The person who came was dressed in gray robes and looked majestic. He turned out to be Lu Jianming, whom he had met once before. Cheng Ling's heart skipped a beat. Lu Jianming was already here. Where was Jiang Haoyang? It seems that those Immortal Master Stage monks also suffered from his poisonous hands?
Lu Jianming's cultivation has reached Immortal King Perfection, and he has an overwhelming advantage in the field. The four girls Cheng Ling and Qing Ya were on full alert, pointing their swords in the distance, not daring to take action easily.
He glanced at the five people indifferently, and finally rested his eyes on Cheng Ling, saying coldly: "The Junzi Peak disciple of the Wuji Sect is entangled with the Buddhist disciples. He really doesn't want to live or die! Obediently hand over the sword manual, for the sake of it. For the sake of the commander, I will spare your life!"
Cheng Ling took a deep breath. He knew very well that this guy's methods could not be resisted by the five of him, not to mention the presence of dozens of men in black. Immediately, he raised his hands and heard a "rumbling" sound of thunder.
The power of thunder that had originally dissipated in the air gathered again, and rolling thunderclouds rushed in from all directions. The purple electric light shone like a small snake, and the artistic power of Zixiao Divine Thunder was infused, and he felt a strong vitality again.
Thunder represents violence and destruction, but it also breeds vitality. This is how the so-called spring thunder stirs and everything revives. However, this ray of life is conceived in the thunder. Once it is touched, it will inevitably cause an explosion of destructive power. Therefore, everyone in the world knows that Thunder Master kills, but few know the vitality contained in it.
This is a kind of power that combines destruction and rebirth. It belongs to the secrets of the laws of heaven. Although Cheng Ling cannot understand it thoroughly, he can capture and perceive it. The thunder spells he cast became more and more violent, as if a wall of thunder was blocking them between the five of them and the man in black.
"I'll stop you with all my strength, please leave quickly!" He turned his head and shouted at the four Qingya girls.
Before he finished speaking, Lu Jianming waved his right hand, and illusory mountain peaks instantly condensed in mid-air. Each of those peaks was dozens of feet tall. Some of the peaks were overflowing with strong winds, some were covered with ice and snow, and some were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. , the vast ocean, each mountain peak contains extremely strong power of heaven and earth, crushing towards the thunder grid set up by Cheng Ling.
Rumble...
With the continuous impact, even the thunder grid with the level of Zixiao Divine Thunder was shattered. Cheng Ling spat out some blood with broken internal organs, and his body that had not recovered was hit hard again!
The four women screamed in unison, and the four long swords crossed together to form a two-meter-sized flower bone. The sword energy overflowed, and they all bombarded those illusory mountain peaks!
