The jealousy of the disciples in the Blunt Weapon Valley was palpable. Although they did not dare to stand up and fight Feng Ling alone, they still felt very happy when they saw that the other party was surrounded by the four elders and fell into crisis.
"Bang, bang bang!" In the metal storm, five figures passed by each other, bursts of explosions erupted between the broken soldiers, and the aftermath of the fierce energy impacted the formation to the point of collapse.
The faces of the Jieyin disciples turned pale and their bodies trembled violently, as if they had been struck by thunder. They gritted their teeth and insisted on preventing the formation from collapsing.
"Ang——" Suddenly, in the metal storm, a ferocious white dragon with a size of ten feet let out a thunderous roar, and then the entire formation exploded.
"Puff-puff..." The aftermath of the explosion swept away like waves, and those affected vomited blood and were seriously injured.
Some Blunt Weapon Valley disciples were already seriously injured due to their formation being broken, and then being affected by the energy of the explosion, they were unable to resist and had no way to recover. They only lasted for three seconds, and then there was a frightening scream. It turned into ashes.
"Poof -" At the center of the storm, the thick smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing the clear sky. Four old figures stood in the sky with amazing momentum. The man in purple was holding a gun and half-kneeling between the white dragon's horns, and the corners of his mouth were vaguely stained with blood. .
Both sides, let’s make a decision!
The disciples in Blunt Weapon Valley were shocked, and their eyes exuded strong excitement. But before they could cheer, the man in purple wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up slowly, looking at everyone with a sneer.
In another battle circle, the faces of Gu Jie and others who were secretly observing the battle situation changed slightly, and a bad premonition rose in their hearts.
"Condensation!" Feng Ling put two fingers to his lips and whispered a mantra. Immediately, the bodies of the four old men were covered by a layer of strange frost that spread rapidly from top to bottom. In an instant, they turned into four bodies exuding... The cold ice sculpture.
The disciples held their breaths and stared blankly at this shocking scene, as if all the disturbances and sounds of fighting around them had disappeared.
"Disperse!" The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, and Feng Ling uttered a mantra again. Under the horrified gazes of the disciples, the four ice sculptures buzzed and trembled, making a series of clicking sounds.
Immediately afterwards, the four ice sculptures suddenly shattered into ice shards and fell sadly to the ground from high in the sky. Many of them were smashed on the faces of the disciples in the Blunt Weapon Valley, leaving bloody marks and making a series of snapping sounds.
"Clang!" Four huge, out-of-control weapons fell from the sky, followed by gravity and smashed into the crowd, causing bursts of shrill wails.
Among the crowd, some were hit on the leg and the entire leg bone was shattered; some were hit on the head and their noses were swollen and their front teeth burst; some were hit on the head and their whole heads were like shrunken turtles. Generally shrink and disappear.
The most unlucky one was the disciple who was hit in the head by Rin Kong's axe. Not only did he die immediately, but he also frightened two or three nearby companions to death.
"Ah——" Hot blood gurgled along the cracks in the skulls split by the axe, and several corpses with horrible death conditions fell to the ground one after another, with a look of horror still on their faces.
The situation in the field changed drastically, and there were restless exclamations from the crowd. Feng Ling looked at this scene with a calm face. With a thought, he recalled four weapons with a bloody smell and put them into his bag.
"Junior Bailong, stop! If you dare to attack the elite disciples in my valley today, I will use the forbidden technique even at the cost of serious injury and backlash, making it impossible for you to survive or die!"
There were bursts of dragon roars in mid-air, the white dragon's whiskers fluttered, and its long and narrow pupils were locked tightly downwards. Its bright scales shone in the early sun, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.
"The ultimate cold flame appears!" Feng Ling glanced at Gu Jie and the others who were shouting angrily with cold eyes. He didn't care about the threat from the other party at all, and left his hand with the fire-tip spear and red diamond whip at the same time.
The next moment, mourning flooded the land.
The cold and biting strange flames formed thick walls of death, swallowing up all the Blunt Weapon Valley disciples who tried to escape.
There are distinct colors in the wall of the undead. On the left half, a fire-tipped spear is pulled along by the breath of the white dragon. Wherever it passes, there are all broken limbs and remains.
On the right half, a blood-red horse screamed and raged like a rampaging snake, ruthlessly harvesting fresh lives and drinking blood to its heart's content.
In the mid-air position facing the middle, Feng Ling formed his claws in the air, crushed five heads in a row, and came closer step by step with a sinister smile.
"Ah -" Blood dripped down the five fingers, and screams could not be heard. Feng Ling closed her eyes, showing an expression of enjoyment and ecstasy.
It seemed that only such a strong smell of blood could temporarily dilute the unforgettable grief buried deep in his heart.
"Devil! No...Devil, he must be a devil!" I don't know who was the first one to be frightened into insanity. His psychological defense collapsed and he took the lead to rush towards the wall of fire...
