Cheng Ling's long hair was flying, and his face was still. Only a pair of eyes were burning with fierce flames, and the fighting spirit was bursting out, as if he was going to incinerate the world.
Thunderclap!
The billions of thunders hanging above Cheng Ling's head suddenly boiled violently, turning into countless dense symbols, filling Cheng Ling's body, and emitting a blast of thunder.
Looking from afar, his majestic figure is bathed in a sea of thunder, as if the god of thunder has descended, and his expression looking down at the world and all living beings is unforgettable.
boom!
When the surging enemy army appeared, when the overwhelming Taoism and spells poured in, Cheng Ling moved, pinched a few fingers with his right hand, and waved downwards.
The next moment, the purple thunder in the sky turned into thunder dragons as thick as buckets. Like a dragon roaring for nine days, it was filled with thunder and roared towards the monks crazily!
Rumble~!
Under the shocked gazes of Wei Lan, Wei Feng, and the old man in brocade robes, they saw the numerous thunder dragons destroying everything along the way, rushing through and tearing a hole in the black enemy like a tide!
Wherever it goes, any offensive will collapse, any magic weapon will be shattered, and it will be invincible.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of miserable screams resounded. The Ghost King Realm experts who were the first to charge forward were unable to withstand the thrust of the Road of Fire. They were either severely injured and fell, or were torn to pieces in the air!
Blood and broken corpses fell like a waterfall, and the tragic scene was even worse than the endless purgatory.
In less than a cup of tea, dozens of Ghost King Realm experts were killed, causing a slight panic in the opponent's offensive, but it soon disappeared. After that, the powerful men under the Southern Ghost Emperor became much more cautious. They no longer swarmed forward, but chose to surround them from all directions.
"It seems these people are not too stupid..."
Cheng Ling muttered to himself, the fighting spirit in his chest getting stronger and stronger. The Dragon Ling Sword materialized in his hand. He opened and closed the sword widely, and the sword shadows cascaded out of the sky, colliding with a group of ghost king realm experts.
Blood splattered, bodies fell, and the scene was extremely tragic.
Gradually, Cheng Ling's offensive became faster and faster. The sword shadow and thunder surged like a tidal wave, forming vague whirlpools, looming and looming, producing a very strong devouring force, pulling the Yaksha Ghost Guards and Ghost Emperor Guards. body.
Immediately afterwards, bursts of bones breaking and screams resounded from time to time, blood flying, and each blow took away several lives. It was a brave and solemn killing, as if entering a deserted land.
However, there were too many enemies, densely packed, surging in, and fearless of death. No matter how powerful Cheng Ling was, he could only maintain his own safety, but could not annihilate all his opponents in a short time.
"kill!"
Yan Ming seemed to have seen a turning point, and quickly ordered his Yasha ghosts to continue killing the opponent!
Cheng Ling didn't care about this. He looked like a dragon, and he picked up each sword skill at will, turning it into a dense and heart-stopping sword energy that wreaked havoc in all directions.
Or like the cycle of the five elements, or like the changes of yin and yang, or like the wrath of wind and thunder, or like the shining of the seven stars... the five elements sword technique, the sky thunder sword technique, the mysterious sky sword technique, and the newly comprehended sword techniques that contain the meaning of the other side, judgment, and reincarnation. Mysterious sword moves.
From the time I entered the Bloody Wasteland to now, I have not been able to sort it out for decades. Now that I am facing strong pressure, I can deepen my understanding of swordsmanship, thereby enhancing the awareness of swordsmanship and enhancing the power of swordsmanship.
Blood is flying!
Broken limbs rain down!
The entire world was filled with unparalleled killing intent, violent thunder, shrill screams, and angry shouts, causing the color of the world to change. In the sky above the head, the clouds were broken, the sun and the moon were dim, and the void was crushed into long, narrow and twisted black holes.
The turbid river beneath his feet had already been soaked in endless blood, exuding disgustingly thick blood.
This scene, like a battlefield between gods and demons, is shocking!
As time went by and more and more enemies fell, Cheng Ling's momentum remained as strong as ever, never weakening at all.
Far away, on the Wei family's fleet, Wei Lan, Wei Feng, and the old man in golden robe looked at the tragic battlefield and the two figures fighting among the waves of enemies, and they couldn't help but clenched their hands.
The body is as small as grass, but the fighting spirit moves the sky!
In this huge war-like fight, who could have imagined that he could unleash such terrifying combat power alone?
"If a person like this can survive this time, he will definitely achieve the supreme position in the future!" The old man in brocade robes murmured, with an indescribable respect and shock in his voice.
"I admit that what you said before is true. Even I am no match for this son's fighting power. Even this kind of fighting power is enough to sweep across the realm of the Ghost King. No one can match it."
In the distance, standing on the ancient castle like a reef in the river, Li Huai's snow-white beard and hair were flying, and wisps of horror flashed across his eyes.
He is very aware of the strength of his subordinates. Each of them has a cultivation level of five-star ghost king level or above. They have been fighting in the Netherworld for many years and have extremely rich combat experience. Now, there are thousands of people gathered here by him, but there is no one left. On the contrary, people are dying all the time.
Such a scene couldn't help but shock him!
"Two hours and three quarters have passed since the battle. More than 300 ghost emperor guards and more than 100 yaksha ghost guards have fallen. If this continues, I'm afraid the other side will really win..."
On the side, the Yaksha Ghost King murmured, his expression extremely solemn: "How about we also take action?"
"hold on!"
Li Huai vetoed without hesitation: "No matter how strong a person's power is, it will eventually be limited. I don't believe it. With so many of our subordinates gathered together, we can't kill him!"
Yan Ming frowned and said: "But you have lost so much combat power, are you not afraid of the Ghost Emperor's questioning?"
You must know that these are the backbone of the Southern Ghost Territory. If there are a lot of losses, you don't know how long it will take to recover them.
"Haha, you are wrong. Even if they are dead, as long as they can be subdued, the Ghost Emperor will not only not be angry, but also be very happy. The Sea of Sinking is not as simple as you think."
Yan Ming frowned even more. The old man's voice was unclear, as if he was brewing some conspiracy.
Li Huai looked up to the sky and smiled, and said proudly: "Don't be impatient, you will save me later!"
The battle continues.
The killings, blood, and screams rendered this space like a bloody purgatory.
The enemies are surging, rushing in fearlessly, and every face is filled with anger, ferocity, and distortion. At the same time, there is also a look of fear, fear, loss, and exhaustion that can't be contained in the heart.
At this point in the battle, they had lost most of their companions and were about to use up the last strength in their bodies. However, the young man opposite was like an unshakable mountain, insurmountable and despairing.
At this time, the power of the space in the body was finally reflected. Not only the immortal energy in the Dantian, but also the energy in the acupoints and the Origin Star were constantly replenishing Cheng Ling's consumption...
It gave those monks some bad thoughts.
Isn't he tireless?
Where did he get such pure immortal essence?
Is he really invincible?
All kinds of doubts surged into their hearts, like poisonous snakes, biting everyone's fighting spirit and will. This feeling made them extremely angry and frightened to the extreme. For a moment, everyone looked confused, as if they were facing a monster that could never be measured by common sense.
But no matter what they think, the battle belonging to Cheng Ling is still unfolding, calm, solemn, and steady, like an undead reaper, every time he attacks, he will take away a life.
That cold and indifferent attitude, ruthless and sharp killing techniques, interpreting the alternation of life and death, the collision of blood and fire, are shocking and enough to scare the world!
"Are you going to win?"
Wei Lan murmured, and even she herself didn't notice that there was a tremor in her voice. It was the shock after extreme nervousness, the excitement after extreme shock, and it was difficult to control herself.
"not yet."
The old man in brocade robe had a dry mouth and swallowed with difficulty. He actually didn't want to destroy Wei Lan's idea, but reality was reality after all, and he couldn't deceive himself at this time.
In the battlefield, there were more than a thousand Southern Ghost Emperor's subordinates, but now only a few hundred were left. But don't forget that there are still two big shots in the castle far away!
There is even a ghost emperor sitting on Luofu Mountain at the end of the Three Rivers.
At this moment, how can you say anything about victory or defeat?
"But in my heart, he has already won!"
Wei Feng clenched his fists, his young and tender face revealed a kind of enthusiasm, and even more admiration, and said: "Because he is a truly strong man, who can defeat many with less, and never gives up. Who dares to say that he The loser?"
Hearing this, Wei Lan and the old man in brocade robes were both stunned. They looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of relief in their hearts. This kid has finally grown up!
Perhaps, this is the benefit of traveling abroad.
Staying at home all day long, being pampered by all kinds of things, is like flowers in a greenhouse, which will never grow. Only traveling can enrich one's experience, enhance one's horizons, and expand one's mind and tolerance!
That's when you truly grow up and mature.
On the castle, Yan Ming's expression was extremely solemn and gloomy. His bright red pupils reflected the battlefield in the distance, and there was a mass of murderous intent raging between his chest and abdomen.
"In less than a quarter of an hour at most, the entire army will be annihilated! Elder Li Huai, how long do you have to wait?" Yan Ming said coldly, his voice sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
"It's almost there. There's only one step left." Li Huai replied calmly with no expression on his face.
"One line? What is one line? How much time does that mean?"
Seeing that the old man still looked so calm and calm, Yan Ming could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and said: "A whole thousand and thirty-two people in the ghost king realm just died in front of you and me, can you bear it? You know, they are the backbone of our Southern Ghost Territory!"
Li Huai frowned, glanced at Yan Ming displeasedly, and said, "They are just some subordinates, they will die if they die, why should they be so frightened and angry? What's more, they are not really dead!"
