The effect of the formation disk was very powerful. Sima Tan and others rushed into the fog and soon felt something was wrong. There were dozens of monks rushing in this time, but what they saw before them was white mist everywhere, which greatly affected their vision and consciousness.
In an instant, he realized that it was Cheng Ling who had moved his hands and feet. But the other party was being chased by himself and others. Even if he was proficient in formations, he would not be able to set up such a powerful illusion formation in a short time. The only explanation was the formation disk.
If that were the case, it would be much easier.
The formation disk is different from the conventional formations. It does not have terrain and fairy crystal veins as background. At best, it is just a formation model refined. Therefore, the power is much weaker than that of the formation. Similarly, once the immortal energy in the model is exhausted, the formation plate loses its function, just like a piece of scrap metal.
With a thought in his mind, he hurriedly launched an attack towards the edge of the fog. At the same time, he also sent a message to the disciples in the sect to attack with all his strength and to consume the energy in the formation disk as quickly as possible.
As a result, the power of the formation disks was continuously weakened. Fortunately, Cheng Ling had expected it and threw out five or six formation disks from the beginning. By superimposing each other, they could last longer.
What he wants to do now is to kill the opponent's vitality to the maximum extent possible. After being hunted for so long, the clay figurine was already very angry, let alone Cheng Ling! I have never been able to find one-on-one opportunities in the past. With the help of the formation, I can defeat them all!
After rushing into the fog, I was the first to see a middle-aged monk with about the cultivation level of a one-star Immortal Emperor. He was grabbing a long knife and desperately bombarding the edge of the formation. Judging from his attire, he should be a disciple of the Scarlet Blood Sect.
The middle-aged monk also saw Cheng Ling's figure, his face lit up, and he shouted: "This fog must be your trick, but it's just bad luck that it hit my Baili Can's hand. It seems that God is I want this emperor to get your heaven-defying inheritance, the Blood-Burning Knife!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bright sword in Baili Can's hand seemed to burn, as bright as blood, and the raging flames ignited the sword circle. Just when the sword circle was about to explode, he swung his right arm and slashed at Cheng Ling fiercely. And go.
This sword is like burning the sky and breaking the sea, cutting off the soul and destroying the soul. It almost wants to tear apart everything in front of you until death.
"What a powerful sword!"
A bright light flashed in Cheng Ling's eyes. The pressure brought by this knife was not small at all. It seemed to hit his soul directly. Anyone with a bad temper would be unable to help but retreat in panic. This is exactly what Baili Can wants, because the subsequent sword moves will be as endless as the Yangtze River until the opponent is completely killed!
Cheng Ling let out a low roar, his eyes became cold and ruthless, his body turned slightly sideways, and the sword energy would pass through the strongest point within a hair's breadth. Whoops, the dragon feather sword in his right hand rose up, and he stabbed straight with the sword.
Clang!
The piercing sound waves penetrated everywhere, and a circle of energy light shield appeared around the two people's bodies at the same time. Their swords intersected, and they were evenly matched.
Baili Can's face froze, as if he couldn't believe it would end like this.
Cheng Ling, on the other hand, remained calm and secretly retracted his right arm to relieve the slightest bit of paralysis. The results of this sword move were obviously similar, but in fact, they were taking advantage of themselves.
First of all, although Baili Can's cultivation level has reached that of the Immortal Emperor, he is definitely not as good as himself in terms of spiritual body; secondly, he attacks at the weak points, not only to avoid the moment when the sword's power is at its strongest, but also when the opponent's old strength has been exhausted and the new strength has not yet been used. A sword hit when he was alive, but even so, the result of the fight was still the same.
"So strong. This Baili Can's combat power is even better than that of the Tsing Yi man on the fifth floor of the True Dragon Pavilion. However, such an opponent is more interesting." Cheng Ling ignited a hint of excitement and said to himself.
Baili Can also suppressed the shock in his heart. He waved his arms and used the sword technique to circle his entire body, like a burning man. The next moment, he took a big step forward and was in front of Cheng Ling. Blood-red sword lights hit his head and face. Cut straight down.
The hot sword light has great stamina. Unless the whole thing is broken, even a small section will still be impacted by inertia. The sword light rubs against the protective energy on Cheng Ling's body, burning like a raging fire. , this problem of raging fire has far exceeded the limit of physical endurance, bursts of flames erupted on the surface of the body, and the skin turned slightly red, like a soldering iron.
"Crush it for me!"
The arms moved together, and sword lights flashed like meteors. The cutting edge of the sword fell straight down, and the sword light was suddenly separated. The remaining sword power was also shattered into millions of pieces, turning into countless sparks flying. Brilliant and brilliant.
"Impossible!" Baili Can's eyes showed shock. He gritted his teeth and swung out his left arm. Without much preparation, he punched Cheng Ling directly. The black punch was highly concentrated and not very powerful.
But Cheng Ling didn't dare to relax at all. As he blocked the block with his horizontal sword, he suddenly felt a huge force along the sword body, penetrating through his tendons and Dantian. He was caught off guard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he flew backwards. Tens of meters away, the bones of his right arm were about to crack and almost become useless.
"Hao Xiefeng's boxing technique can actually penetrate the body and penetrate the muscles and Dantian. If that's the case, let's take a look at Cheng's method."
After wiping the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, Cheng Ling stretched out his left thumb and with a slight tap, a strong pulling force wrapped around Baili Can.
Beiming points!
Baili Can suddenly felt that his vitality had inexplicably lost a lot, and even his soul was being pulled around. He was so frightened that he used his left fist and right knife. He didn't attack, but went crazy to protect himself. He couldn't figure out Cheng Ling. Before using this method, he would not dare to act rashly at all.
But even so, his mind was already in a state of confusion, his sword power was no longer rigorous, and his fists were flying around.
Cheng Ling caught this change instantly. He moved like a ferocious cheetah. He moved at an alarming speed. His sword skills were full of sharpness and ferocity. He made hundreds of attacks almost in the blink of an eye. , missed a hit, immediately retreated, and immediately attacked again.
Ding ding ding ding…
Like a sudden rain hitting a banana, the Dragon Ling Sword is extremely fast, and every sword strike is elusive and unpredictable. Soon, Baili Can was completely suppressed, and a trace of blood gradually began to fill his body. Cheng Ling began to be injured under the constant attacks.
Although Baili Can avoided the vital point every time, he was still not immune to injuries, just like a knife cutting flesh, bit by bit, the wounds continued to increase and expand...
"ah......!"
Finally, after the continuous attacks, Baili Can's energy and blood were greatly depleted, and he could no longer maintain continuous output, and more and more flaws were exposed.
In Cheng Ling's eyes, there was a slash and three dots on Baili Can's body, which were the opponent's flaws. Although these four flaws moved around and changed positions with Baili Can's movements, they would not disappear.
Taking a deep breath, his body became erratic and inevitable. Avoiding the opponent's sword and punch, the Dragon Ling Sword suddenly accelerated and stabbed out quickly.
"Pfft!"
Baili Can's body froze, his pupils shrank, blood splattered between his eyebrows, and after two hesitations, he finally fell down softly.
Cheng Ling gasped for air, and with one stroke of his long sword, he took off Baili Can's storage ring and said, "It's really hard to kill, but after this battle, my sword skills have become more proficient. Even the Immortal Emperor is no match, so now, it’s time to make them pay some price!”
The battle with Baili Can took about a stick of incense. This dense forest area did not look very big. The first wave of pursuers were basically Immortal Emperor level monks. Although their cultivation was high, there were not many of them. To defeat them one by one, there is still a certain amount of room for maneuver.
But the longer time passes, the more monks will come after them, especially the second wave of immortal monks. Although they don't pose much of a threat to themselves in terms of cultivation, there are too many of them, with five or six in total. Hundreds of people.
With so many monks crowded together and coupled with constant attacks, the effect of the array will be greatly weakened or even completely collapsed. At that time, your situation will be dangerous, so you must kill those Immortal Emperors as much as possible under the limit of the array!
After trimming a little and taking a big sip of the fairy liquid, he set off again to continue looking for a new target.
Just as Cheng Ling expected, with his current combat power, the ordinary one-star immortal emperor is no match at all. He is much stronger in terms of swordsmanship, spiritual body, immortal essence, etc., plus the extremely powerful actual combat effect. Beiming pointed out that this was how he achieved his great fame.
He now dares not to ignore the role of the Beiming Finger. This middle-level immortal technique was the reward he received when he won the first prize in the Wuji Grand Competition. As the number of uses increased, the number of apertures increased from the original two to three, making it more powerful and absorbing more vitality.
If a Beiming finger with one aperture can absorb about 10% of the opponent's vitality, two apertures can absorb 20%, and three apertures can absorb 40%, which is close to half. Moreover, this fingering method is very mysterious, and the opponent cannot defend it at all. As long as it hits, the vitality in his body will be lost.
After absorbing the vitality, it can also feed back to itself. Although this kind of feeding back cannot directly replenish the consumption, and there is no time to refine it, as long as it stays in the body, the energy fed back can be used to launch attacks. In other words, it saves the loss of one's own immortal energy. .
Therefore, in the following battles, Cheng Ling gave full play to the role of Beiming Finger, launching it first every time, first taking down nearly half of the vitality, greatly weakening the opponent's immortality and momentum, and then supplemented it with powerful sword skills and combat skills, often killing opponents in a very short period of time.
Immortal emperors died under his hands one after another, and for each one he killed, he would get a storage ring. This is the storage ring of the Immortal Emperor-level monk. The collection of cultivation resources and treasures is so rich that it is equivalent to making a fortune.
He was very lucky. He met the one-star Immortal Emperor in several consecutive battles. This lasted for most of the day. Gradually, he felt that the surrounding fog began to thin.
Cheng Ling's face changed. This situation showed that the energy of the array was about to be exhausted. After all, most of the day had passed, and the second wave of chasing Immortal Master Stage monks had already arrived. Although they were not as good as in terms of cultivation, the victory was in sheer quantity. Although the battle method I didn’t know much about it, but I had accumulated a lot of experience over the long years of practice, and I soon discovered that I seemed to have entered a formation.
They began to attack crazily, hoping to break through the formation. In this way, the energy possessed by the formation was consumed faster. In just one hour, the hallucinogenic and trance effects were greatly weakened, and the monks could see each other's figures. .
Cheng Ling made a prompt decision and prepared to escape after killing an Immortal Emperor of Tianxin Pavilion. But at this moment, a cold voice came from behind: "You brat, we won't escape while we are trapped in the array." , and killed so many Immortal Emperors, next, prepare to bear the anger of everyone!"
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