"ah……"
A roar came from Song Ping's mouth. The overall strength of the Chongxu disciple was not enough. Even if his realm was in the Qi-lowering realm, the strength exerted by the Chongxu Spear Formation could only be at the peak of the breath-regulating realm.
In the surrounding space, sword blades, wind and thunder, and green flames continued to appear.
Song Ping struggled to control the spear array to resist. Seeing Wang Xiaolong's figure rushing up the cliff and disappearing, Song Ping's eyes flashed with joy, and a smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.
"Xiaolong, I hope you can successfully bring the news out."
Song Ping murmured in a low voice, igniting the blood in his body to the maximum, and the ice dragon shadow on the spear formation became more solid. The belief in fighting to the death gradually made the overall strength of the spear formation have a breakthrough. The power of reducing Qi.
"So you went up?"
Wen Zifei has been looking for Wang Xiaolong. Just now, he noticed that Song Ping had been looking upward, and he directly linked his consciousness to the formation in the sky.
It was at this time that he noticed Wang Xiaolong's hidden figure through the white clouds in the sky.
Wen Zifei looked at Wang Xiaolong's rapidly rising figure, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked around and found that no one saw his expression, so he took the Junzijian in his hand and quietly retreated behind everyone.
Zhang Shuang watched Wen Zifei rush up the cliff, frowned slightly and was about to ask, but at this moment, Song Ping's controller rushed over to the virtual formation, and Zhang Shuang could only devote himself to it. In confrontation.
In the sky.
Wang Xiaolong had already arrived in front of the white cloud formation. Looking at the sword hidden in the clouds, Wang Xiaolong could not bear to take a detour, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.
"Wang Xiaolong, let me see where you are going." Wen Zifei quickly caught up with the help of the formation. Looking at the hidden figure above Wang Xiaolong who was dodging in all directions, Wen Zifei shouted and struck out with a sword.
Wang Xiaolong was running away with all his heart, and did not notice Wen Zifei coming behind him. Suddenly, he was shouted at so loudly, and the spiritual energy running in his body was instantly stagnant.
Sensing the sword flying behind him, Wang Xiaolong moved his body to the right with great difficulty, and then managed to avoid the sword energy, but his figure also appeared directly. ????
"You..." Wang Xiaolong gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely, then turned around again and accelerated toward the clouds. His whereabouts had been exposed, so he no longer planned to hide his figure. Moreover, he did not want to give up on Song Ping and fight to the death. Give him a chance.
"Hey, you still dare to rush directly into the formation?" Wen Zifei watched Wang Xiaolong rushing into the Baiyun Heavenly Formation and burst out laughing. In his opinion, Wang Xiaolong's approach was tantamount to committing suicide.
At that moment, Wen Zifei's spiritual energy circulated in his hand, and he directly controlled the sword blade in the clouds to rush towards Wang Xiaolong.
Wang Xiaolong looked at the sword blades rushing back from all around and was shocked, but he couldn't stop and concentrate on resisting. He immediately gave up his defense and used all the remaining spiritual energy in his body to accelerate his flight.
"Die." Wen Zifei saw that Wang Xiaolong didn't resist at all, and laughed sinisterly. He controlled the cloud blade with the sword fingers of his right hand and shot Wang Xiaolong directly from behind.
puff……
A flying sword passed directly through Wang Xiaolong's left chest. The power of the sword energy and the spiral sword energy directly blasted a bloody hole in Wang Xiaolong's left chest.
Wang Xiaolong felt the pain in his chest, glanced down, gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger in hard, digging out the piece of rotten flesh and sword energy in his mouth.
hiss……
The huge pain made Wang Xiaolong take a breath. The sword energy and rotten flesh were dug out by the dagger. A large hole with front and back ventilation appeared in his chest. A trickle of blood flowed out of the hole and quickly fell downwards. .
However, Wang Xiaolong didn't care about stopping the bleeding or swallowing a pill to recover from the injury. He could only try his best to make himself faster.
Wen Zifei looked at the warm blood falling on his face, and the smile on his face became more ferocious. He directly wiped the blood on his face with his right hand, and began to control the blade with a more sinister and vicious technique.
At this time, the two of them were chasing each other in the clouds.
With the blessing of the formation, Wen Zifei's combat power is also constantly rising. Thousands of sword blades gather in front of Wen Zifei, and the number of these sword blades is constantly increasing.
Puff puff……
A flying sword was shot at Wang Xiaolong from behind, and blood holes appeared on Wang Xiaolong's body.
Listening to the popping sound that kept coming from his body, Wang Xiaolong would dig out the sword blades at first, but later, there were too many sword blades that he couldn't dig out, and the increasing injuries also made him bleed. Too much, and your vision starts to become blurry.
The popping sound continued, but Wang Xiaolong didn't care at all.
He even started to deliberately hit the sword blade with his body, just hoping to use the sword blade to bring back the force so that he could fly out of the clouds as quickly as possible.
Wen Zifei became more and more vicious behind him. Looking at Wang Xiaolong's state, he was no longer in a hurry to kill Wang Xiaolong. He enjoyed treating Wang Xiaolong like an ant.
Bo...
A soft sound came, and Wang Xiaolong finally passed through the white cloud formation.
Looking at the increasingly clear sky, a smile appeared on Wang Xiaolong's face. Although his eyes had lost much vision, Wang Xiaolong still had great hope in his heart.
"Wang Xiaolong, prepare to die." Wen Zifei's roar came from the clouds, as if he was tired of playing the cat-and-mouse game, and the nearly two thousand sword blades in his hand shot directly at Wang Xiaolong.
Feeling the huge power appearing behind him, Wang Xiaolong's hope of just appearing began to dim again: "This kind of power can no longer be avoided. Do I really have no chance? I have already come out. It would be great if the adults are still here. , if only Lu Chen was still here."
Just as Wang Xiaolong was murmuring in a low voice, a flying sword, a thunderbolt, and a thick tree root suddenly appeared in his already very blurred vision.
Looking at the sudden addition of things in front of him, Wang Xiaolong became even more desperate. The attacks from both front and back at this moment basically extinguished his hope of rushing out.
"In that case, let me and my brothers die together." Wang Xiaolong roared, biting the tip of his tongue with his teeth, trying to keep his consciousness as clear as possible.
He felt in his heart that it was impossible to escape. Since he couldn't escape, he would die fighting with his brothers. This was the only thing Wang Xiaolong could think of at the moment.
Wang Xiaolong was raised by Jun Wudi since he was a child, and his behavior was deeply influenced by Jun Wudi. He could only face death and never escape. These two sentences were deeply entangled in Wang Xiaolong's heart.
Under the touch of the nerves on the tip of his tongue, under the influence of this belief, Wang Xiaolong's vision became clear again.
The last trace of spiritual energy in his body quickly mobilized, causing his body to deviate one foot towards the cliff.
Just a few feet away allowed him to dodge the thousands of flying swords fired from behind, and also allowed him to dodge the triple attack fired from above.
wrong……
Wang Xiaolong's groggy consciousness suddenly conveyed a strange message to himself. The three attacks above were not avoided by him, but the three light machines avoided his body autonomously.
"Ah..., who is it?"
Wen Zifei's roar came from behind Wang Xiaolong, and Wang Xiaolong did not look at it. Now that there was a turning point, the idea of escaping emerged in his mind again.
Taking advantage of this moment, Wang Xiaolong quickly took out a bottle of Huitian Dan. Regardless of whether the medicine would burst his body, he swallowed it all, absorbing the power of the Huitian Dan as he moved forward.
With the recovery of the elixir, Wang Xiaolong's consciousness quickly recovered. Looking at the three attacks that appeared above him again, an inexplicable familiar feeling arose in his heart.
"This is somewhat familiar."
Wang Xiaolong looked at the three attacks and murmured. At this moment, a pale yellow light suddenly flashed in his Tianchi and his mind.
A warm energy rose rapidly in his body, and this energy was also rapidly restoring his injuries. The blood holes opened by the sword began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wang Xiaolong had more doubts in his heart, but he was not allowed to think too much at this moment. Even if the many mutations in his body were consuming the source, it also gave him more hope of escaping.
As a result, Wang Xiaolong's forward speed gradually became faster. At this time, he saw several figures suddenly falling rapidly above him. The attack just now seemed to be released by these people.
Wang Xiaolong was shocked and wanted to hide, but the speed of those people was too fast.
It was just a black spot a moment ago, but when he reacted, it was already in front of him. He had no time to hide his figure, so he could only speed up and pray secretly in his heart not to conflict with those people.
The bodies of those people continued to fall downwards, while Wang Xiaolong's body continued to move upwards.
At the moment when Wang Xiaolong came into contact with several people, Wang Xiaolong made eye contact with the person he came into contact with first. The light yellow power in his body suddenly burst out, making an extra energy appear in his body out of thin air.
At the same time, an idea came to Wang Xiaolong's mind. The face of the person who looked at him just now looked very much like Nan Tian Yijian. However, before Wang Xiaolong could think about it, the figure had already rushed down.
Wang Xiaolong shook his head, smiled bitterly, thinking that this was impossible, and accelerated his body upwards again.
At this time, another figure fell above his head, and his eyes met. His consciousness told him that this face looked like Mr. Jun, but the figure rushed straight down again.
"Is this a hallucination?" Wang Xiaolong shook his head again, feeling that he was hallucinating due to excessive blood loss. Nan Tian Yijian and Master Jun should be in the library at the moment, and there is no way they would appear in this place.
Another black shadow fell, but this time the shadow was very big, and this time the face looked like Lu Chen.
But seeing that there were four Lu Chens, Wang Xiaolong firmly believed that this was an illusion. He closed his eyes and rushed upward with all his spiritual energy.
He didn't know where the sudden power in his body came from. Maybe it was obtained by burning the source of life, or maybe it was given by God's mercy.
However, no matter how he got the power, Nan Tian Yijian knew in his heart that this power would not last long, so he did not dare to waste any time.
