Zhuang Hong suddenly appeared, surprising all the monks around him.
Because they maintained a high alert state during the battle, any disturbance around them could not escape their observation, but even so, they did not see clearly how Zhuang Hong suddenly appeared.
This made everyone subconsciously feel that Zhuang Hong was extraordinary.
After Master Huangfu recovered, he looked at the three flying swords locked by Zhuang Hong with gold chains and felt lingering fear.
In that dazed second, he thought he was dead.
Even he didn't expect that he would be saved by a person he had only met once. He immediately thanked him: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Zhuang, for saving me."
Zhuang Hong smiled and said: "Senior Brother Qi entrusted me to rescue you. If you want to thank him, just thank him."
Head Huangfu was stunned: "Uncle Qi? Is he not dead yet?"
Zhuang Hong said: "I almost died."
Seeing that there was no suitable opportunity to escape at this time, the other four elders approached Zhuang Hong, looked at Zhuang Hong curiously, and asked: "This fellow Taoist is..."
Head Huangfu immediately introduced: "This is Taoist Zhuang, whom Uncle Qi met after his ascension!"
Elders Sisi greeted each other: "It turns out to be fellow Taoist Zhuang. Nice to meet you."
On the other side, Cong Jiansheng put his fingers together, trying to control the three flying swords to break free from the shackles of the golden chains. However, no matter how he tried, the three flying swords were firmly fixed by Zhuang Hong's chains. He could not move and could only gently stay in place. Tremor.
Cong Jiansheng's expression changed slightly. He had gone through countless battles and destroyed many monks' magic weapons, but this was the first time he encountered a situation where his magic weapon was tied up and unable to move.
Moreover, he could still feel a vague sense of threat from Zhuang Hong, which made him serious.
At this time, Taoist Wuyi, who had met Zhuang Hong, came closer and whispered: "Demon Lord, we have fought with this kid, but we can't do anything about him. There is something weird about him, so be careful. I'll wait here this time. I just want to report the news about this kid to the Demon Lord."
Another Jinping Taoist also said: "He has a weird phantom ability that can avoid our attacks. Maybe the body we see now is just a phantom of him. As for where his real body is, we don't know."
Cong Jiansheng frowned, suddenly thinking of the scene where Qi Chengjun suddenly disappeared, and murmured: "Phantom ability? Is there some connection between him and Qi Chengjun?"
Taoist Wuyi said: "This kid may have some special magic weapon on him. There is nothing we can do with him. The devil has to take action himself to take it down."
Cong Jiansheng waved his hand to stop Taoist Wuyi from speaking, and said calmly: "I know it well, you don't need to say anything."
He quickly regained his composure and said in a distant voice: "This fellow Taoist is very talented, but why have I never heard of such a person as fellow Taoist? How dare you name me!"
Zhuang Hong: "I'm Zhuang Hong, half of the Qingxuan Sect disciples. Now that you have won, how about just retreating?"
Cong Jiansheng laughed, pointed at Head Huangfu and the others and said, "Whether we win or not is up to you. When they are all dead, we will naturally win. Besides, you think you can make me retreat with just one word from you." ?"
Zhuang Hong knew that if he wanted Cong Jiansheng and others to retreat willingly, he could not just say it. He had to use his strength to convince them. However, he still made a promise to Cong Jiansheng: "If fellow Taoist Cong is willing to retreat, I will personally come to thank you in the future. Thank you." The gift will definitely satisfy you.”
Cong Jiansheng laughed loudly: "A thank you gift that satisfies me? As long as all ten sects are destroyed, what else can I not achieve in this world?"
Zhuang Hong chuckled and said, "It really does exist. How about you give it a try?"
Cong Jiansheng put away the smile on his face and said calmly: "Since you claim to be a disciple of Qingxuanmen and want to end the battle to save Qingxuanmen, I won't talk nonsense with you. Let's see the real seal in our hands! If your kung fu is not there If you talk so loudly, you will lose your life to me. If I lose, I will naturally lead everyone away."
At this point, the corner of his mouth curled up: "The loser loses everything, but the winner gets everything. This has always been like this in the world of immortality, isn't it?"
Zhuang Hong nodded and said: "This is not just the case in the world of immortality, but may be the case in the entire universe, but there should be other things besides winning and losing."
Cong Jiansheng waved his hand, and all the cultivators around him retreated.
At the same time, Head Huangfu and others had different thoughts and retreated from Zhuang Hong.
Head Huangfu pushed away and asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Zhuang, are you confident in defeating the demon Cong Jiansheng? This Cong Jiansheng has rarely suffered defeats since his debut, and his strength is still unfathomable. If you are defeated, don't be impulsive and save your life. We may be able to fight out together by joining forces, but as long as we can survive, we will still have a chance in the future."
He recognized Zhuang Hong's strength, but he still felt that Zhuang Hong would most likely not be able to defeat Cong Jiansheng, and was worried that Zhuang Hong would be impulsive and lose a battle force. In his opinion, if Zhuang Hong joined, six against six, he would have a chance to escape smoothly.
Zhuang Hong said: "Don't worry."
The battle is about to break out.
Cong Jian used the magic formula and flew out nine flying swords from his sleeves, stabbing towards Zhuang Hong quickly.
The three flying swords were still tied up by Zhuang Hong and could not move. He did not think that Zhuang Hong could produce more gold chains to wrap up all his flying swords.
And as long as Zhuang Hong shows a flaw when blocking the flying sword, he can use the Falling Immortal Mirror to stun Zhuang Hong, and then kill him with the flying sword.
"咻咻咻~"
The nine flying swords shot from all directions like snakes, with extremely fast speeds and unpredictable trajectories. They arrived around Zhuang Hong in the blink of an eye.
Zhuang Hong did not dodge, but stretched out his hand, condensed a huge light blue palm, and swept it gently.
"Dangdangdang~"
All nine flying swords were swept away by Zhuang Hong.
Cong Jiansheng's eyes narrowed. The moment Zhuang Hong took action, the three-sided fairy mirror slipped out of his sleeves and lined up neatly in front of him, aiming at Zhuang Hong.
At the same time, another slender rope was untied from his waist and flew towards Zhuang Hong.
This scene shocked everyone.
Head Huangfu's pupils shrank sharply, and his mind was shocked: "It's actually three falling fairy mirrors, and that rope! Fellow Taoist Zhuang is going to be in trouble..."
Qi Chengjun, who was hiding in the sky to observe the battle, also had a sudden expression on his face, secretly thinking something terrible.
No one expected that Cong Jiansheng actually had three fairy mirrors. Only then did they realize that Cong Jiansheng had hidden it so deeply.
However, at this time, it was already too late for Master Huangfu and others to help Zhuang Hong block the attack.
As soon as the three-sided falling fairy mirror appeared, it shot out a dazzling red light with a harsh buzzing sound, sealing all Zhuang Hong's dodge directions in a "pin" shape.
"Buzz!"
The red light shone on Zhuang Hong as soon as it appeared, giving Zhuang Hong no space or time to dodge.
The nine flying swords that were slapped away by Zhuang Hong's big hand also stabilized their swords and turned around, heading towards Zhuang Hong to strangle him.
Before it was over, a large number of spikes flew out from Cong Jiansheng's sleeve robe, shooting towards Zhuang Hong overwhelmingly, blocking all the space for Zhuang Hong to dodge.
From Cong Jiansheng's point of view, no matter where Zhuang Hong's real body is, even if this blow cannot kill Zhuang Hong, there must be some clues.
Zhuang Hong, who was under attack, just stood still and let the nine flying swords hit him.
"Dangdangdang~"
Just when everyone thought that Zhuang Hong would definitely die this time, they discovered that the nine flying swords attacked one after another, but they could not break through the faint blue light on Zhuang Hong's body, and they all bounced back.
The densely packed spikes were like raindrops, unable to even make Zhuang Hong take a step back.
The rope that followed was messed up by Zhuang Hong's three golden chains before it could wrap around Zhuang Hong.
At this point, all of Cong Jiansheng's sudden killing moves were broken by Zhuang Hong, without injuring Zhuang Hong at all.
The sharp-eyed head Huangfu even saw the smile in Zhuang Hong's eyes and the corners of his mouth.
He couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Blocked! He actually blocked it, and the attacks of the three Falling Immortal Mirrors didn't seem to make him distracted. Fellow Daoist Zhuang's strength is indeed unfathomable!"
When the other elders saw this, they couldn't help but exclaimed in disbelief.
Facing such an attack, if it were them, they would have been torn into pieces by flying swords and would have been lying on the ground.
The monks behind Cong Jiansheng couldn't help showing expressions of astonishment, muttering to themselves that this shouldn't be the case.
"Could it be that the Demon Lord is testing the opponent's strength? But judging from the attack method, this is a real all-out attack..."
"This monk named Zhuang Hong is really weird."
Cong Jiansheng was no less surprised than other monks.
The attacks he personally launched knew how powerful they were than anyone else.
It can be said that every flying sword and spike carries power enough to break through the protective magical weapons of ordinary god-forming monks.
However, even such a fierce attack could not break through the blue light shield on Zhuang Hong's body.
What he found most incomprehensible was that the three red lights from the Falling Immortal Mirror shone on Zhuang Hong, but failed to affect Zhuang Hong.
Cong Jiansheng couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "How could it be like this..."
This is the first time that Luo Xianjing has failed.
For other monks, let alone being hit by three red lights, they would not be able to maintain their flying figure after being hit by one red light.
"Could it be that what is reflected in the Fallen Immortal Mirror is just a phantom? But from the perspective of spiritual perception, there is no doubt that it is the real body."
When Cong Jiansheng was confused, he saw Zhuang Hong raising a finger and pointing at him.
"Danger!"
The moment he saw Zhuang Hong's finger, the hair on Cong Jiansheng's body stood up uncontrollably.
This is an unprecedented sense of crisis.
"What is he going to do?"
Zhuang Hong separated a bit of his source power, deliberately lowered the power, and then launched the talisman technique on Cong Jiansheng.
'Golden light bomb'!
After releasing the golden light bullet, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "This guy should be able to catch the golden light bullet that is weakened to this extent..."
(End of chapter)
