"Swordsman, killing is enough!"
Jian Dingkun's voice resounded throughout the world. He forcibly suppressed the magic power in his body, stabilized his injuries, and controlled the Eight Desolations Sword Formation to continue to fight against the enemy.
The West Demon Hall was extremely shocked. They never imagined that the power of this sword formation would be so strong. If the people in the main formation were not injured, the sword formation would even be able to erupt with the peak power of Lingzong!
Jian Dingkun made it clear that he wanted to strike desperately. With such a crazy move, the giant sword of desolation was immediately activated. The giant sword became more and more solid, and the cracks in the space spread out like a spider web. The power was overwhelming. On the other hand, the three demons Yuanli is being eaten away at an accelerated rate, and the balance of power is broken in an instant.
"Desolation Slash!"
Jian Dingkun shouted with a fierce look on his face. His sword could only advance but not retreat.
Nie Tiansheng groaned in his heart. He also knew that most real swordsmen were madmen at heart. He gritted his teeth and activated all the demonic power of the Eighth-Level Spirit Sect, which was absolutely terrifying.
As for Li Ji and Li Huasheng, there is no way out. If the desolate sword energy on the giant sword enters their bodies, their lives will be in danger.
"Junior, go to hell!"
At the critical moment, two demon palace protectors made a sneak attack, and the targets of the sneak attack were Jian Teng and Tang Xingfeng. It was obvious that Jian Teng and Tang Xingfeng were regarded as weaknesses.
However, the Eight Desolations Sword Formation is not that simple.
The eight people in the formation can mobilize the Desolate Sword Qi for combat. The reserved Desolate Sword Qi will not affect the power of the Desolate Giant Sword. Jian Teng and Tang Xingfeng use their own methods.
"Come for me, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong person!"
"Guardian of sword energy, black dragon body, wings of Mingpeng, open!"
Tang Xingfeng said coldly, and immediately used his magical power of flesh and blood to spread his wings. At the same time, the light yellow sword energy guarded his whole body. The sword energy he condensed had a hint of earthy color, as if it was indestructible.
His opponent is a protector from the Demon Palace. He has learned about this person. Protector Liao, 'Liao Fu', has a realm as high as the third level of Lingzong. His strength is much higher than that of Lin Jue and Zhu Yi of the West Demon Hall. A deputy hall master.
Normally, of course, he would not dare to deal with Protector Liao, but now, with the protection of the Desolate Sword Qi and his pair of black wings, he is not afraid of Protector Liao.
In clusters, his figure flashed frequently, and Protector Liao couldn't hold him for a while.
"Tang leader, Jian Teng, if you can't hold on any longer, retreat to me."
Jian Dingkun commanded.
Upon hearing this, Tang Xingfeng nodded in response to Jian Dingkun and declined Jian Dingkun's kindness.
Jian Teng has consciously hid next to his master. After all, this is not the Desolate Sword Tomb, and there is no residual formation. Jian Teng's true strength is only at the peak level of the Spirit Emperor. With the desolate sword energy, he can barely remain undefeated, but his body He was not as good as Tang Xingfeng. Confronting the enemy head-on would only waste his sword energy in vain.
"The movement and magical powers of the Mingpeng Sect. Junior, are you sent by the Mingpeng Sect?"
Protector Liao said anxiously. In full view of everyone, he was unable to capture a junior and put the great Protector Nie Tiansheng in danger. He felt very aggrieved.
"What's the Mingpeng Sect? How many times have you asked me? I'll say it again, I have nothing to do with the Mingpeng Sect. You old man, you don't have to make excuses for your failure..."
Tang Xingfeng sarcastically said. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he realized that Jian Dingkun was about to succeed. It seemed that he had almost had enough dealing with Protector Liao.
Boom!
The giant sword of desolation slashed to the end, and the wave of demonic energy collapsed. The space was extremely fragile, and a long hole was cut open.
"So strong."
Tang Xingfeng was secretly frightened. The strongest blow he had ever seen so far was probably the sword in front of him. Such power made him yearn for it!
He is no longer the young boy who just left Tangjiabao. Now he has the cultivation level of the fourth-level Spiritual Emperor and the combat power of the ninth-level Spiritual Emperor. Everything is within reach.
After the desolate giant sword dispersed the demonic energy, it also disappeared. The breaths of the three people headed by Nie Tiansheng suddenly became weak.
Especially Li Ji and Li Huasheng, their faces were pale, the desolate sword energy in their bodies was flowing wildly, they were seriously injured, they lost the ability to move, and they were at the mercy of others.
"die!"
Suddenly, Nie Tiansheng suddenly made a move, the great protector. His desperate speed was so fast that few people could react. Only Jian Dingkun, Xue Changhe, Old Man Xuankong, Old Man Tu Feng, and Tang Xingfeng reacted.
"No, go back quickly..."
Jian Dingkun shouted. His injuries could no longer be suppressed and his condition was also sluggish. He had no time to stop Nie Tiansheng.
Among the eight people in the formation, Nie Tiansheng's target was the one on the outermost side at the moment. That person was Dongfang Lin, the great elder of the Haori Sword Sect.
"What, no..."
Dongfang Lin was terrified. When he sensed the crisis and called out, Nie Tiansheng had already arrived in front of him!
He didn't even have time to summon the desolate sword energy before he was struck by a burst of black spiritual power and imprinted on his chest. In an instant, his body fell straight down.
"Oops."
Tang Xingfeng's expression was solemn. His mental power was extraordinary and he confirmed that Dongfang Lin was already dead before he landed on the ground. Without Dongfang Lin, the Eight Desolate Sword Formation would be destroyed without attack.
This is the first Ling Sect master to fall in the alliance. There are only a handful of Ling Sect masters in the entire alliance. The one who has fallen is the great elder of the Sword Sect. Jian Dingkun is heartbroken.
Tang Xingfeng also felt a little desolate. It was not easy to practice to the realm of Lingzong, especially in Western Xinjiang.
Dongfang Lin's death did not stop Nie Tiansheng. Nie Tiansheng vomited blood, smiled cruelly, and turned his attention to Master Tianshuo of Kongdao Sect.
This time, the one who reacted fastest this time was Old Man Xuankong. Old Man Xuankong was also a high-level spiritual sect, but his strength was reduced due to the loss of energy and blood. However, he would never agree to the opponent's opponent of Tianshuo!
Jian Dingkun took a breath, held the four-marked broad sword in his hand, and killed Li Ji and Li Huasheng. However, the two demon palace protectors immediately came out to stop them, and he failed to succeed.
"Supernatural power, phaseless sword!"
The old man Xuankong condenses his sword with his strong spiritual power, which is a low-level magical power within the Kongdao Sect. The old man Xuankong has been practicing it to perfection for three hundred years.
Nie Tiansheng had to treat the sword attack with caution and did not bother to kill Master Tianshuo.
With his severely injured body, he forcibly used a magical power from the Demon Palace.
"Supernatural power, devil's finger!"
boom!
The two attacks clashed head-on.
Although Nie Tiansheng was seriously injured, his attacks gained the upper hand. There were endless magical powers in the Demon Palace, and this Demon Tribulation Finger was an intermediate magical power that even ordinary guardians were not qualified to practice.
In the blink of an eye, the victory was decided. The power of this finger penetrated the sword light, and the spirit sword decomposed. The old man Xuankong quickly took action again, but only half of the finger was dissolved, and the other half fell on him.
"Pfft!"
The old man Xuankong spit out a mouthful of blood. He had been relying on unscrupulous means to survive until now, but now he was seriously injured, which might endanger his life.
"Ancestor Xuankong!"
Master Tianshuo rushed over to support the old man Hanging and stood in front of him.
At this time, Nie Tiansheng had disheveled hair and stubble covered with blood. His injuries should have been extremely serious, but he was still terrifyingly strong. He was like a madman caught in a killing spree. Coupled with his eighth-level spiritual sect cultivation, he shocked everyone. people.
Jian Dingkun hesitated for a few breaths, and finally did not take action. Instead, he swallowed the pill and recovered secretly. No one dared to come forward easily.
"Old thing, I will send you back to the west..."
call out!
Nie Tiansheng disappeared in the void on the spot. He vomited so much blood, but his speed was still not slow. Only a few people could clearly see his traces.
Among them, only one stood up.
"Eight-arm magical power, spread four arms!"
"Supernatural power, demon-subduing power!"
"Fourth Level of Dragon Slash!"
