Shen Dachui looked confused as he looked at the Dark Temple master Ghost Mandrill who was knocked out by his punch and fell motionless on the ground.
Although the old man is simple, he is not stupid. Especially after he came out of the mountain, he suffered repeated setbacks, which made him learn to recognize the reality.
He knew that even if he learned the platinum-level spiritual skill "Crazy Demon Fist" gifted by Zhong Wen, he could only bully secular masters. Once he started a war with the disciples of the Holy Land, it would really be too much for him to have more, and not too much for him to have less.
Ghost Mandrill's strong body lay on the ground and trembled for a while. Shen Dachui quickly took two steps back, showing a vigilant look. The spiritual power in his body was running, and a huge black ghost face appeared in front of him again.
However, Mandrill seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up. Even if he wanted to turn over, he couldn't do it.
"It's the secret method of burning blood." Nangong Ling suddenly realized something.
Hearing this, Shen Dachui suddenly realized, and then he remembered that the secret method of burning blood often has a time limit. When the time limit expires, the user will most likely bear some negative effects, ranging from being weak for a few days to causing permanent damage to the body.
The overwhelming combat power displayed by the mandrill was so shocking that everyone present actually forgot about it.
"Next, let's see..." Nangong Ling looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.
At this time, the battle over the Nangong family's mansion was unprecedentedly fierce.
Since practicing the "Tai Su Xuan Yin Gong" and "Hua Ling Qing Si", and taking the "Yi Jing Marrow Cleansing Pill" refined by Zhong Wen, Ye Qinglian not only successfully broke through to the realm of the spirit master, but her combat ability has also been sublimated to a new level. Even a veteran spiritual master in the empire like Nangong Tie Shou would find it difficult to get benefits from her.
However, even though she was so powerful and joined forces with Master Feng, she was still severely suppressed by the Masked Spirit Master.
"I didn't expect that there would be a young and beautiful female spiritual master like you in the Daqian Empire." The masked spiritual master looked at Ye Qinglian's gorgeous face with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "I heard that there is a masked woman attacking Yinhuan everywhere. Chamber of Commerce, could it be you?"
Of course Ye Qinglian knew who he was talking about, but she didn't bother to deny it: "It's me, what are you doing?"
"What a fierce temper." The masked spiritual master smiled in his eyes, "Let me weigh it and see if you have the capital to be arrogant."
The overwhelming black spiritual mist spread from around him and swept towards Ye Qinglian and Feng Zunzhe. If you look closely, you can find that every particle inside the spiritual mist is an extremely tiny black flame.
Ye Qinglian was happy and unafraid. She raised her bare hands lightly, and shot out colorful spiritual threads from the top of her slender white fingers, which plunged deeply into the black spiritual mist. Under the collision of the two spiritual powers, the black spiritual mist released by the masked spiritual master gained momentum. Slowly, the color couldn't help but fade a bit.
The Feng Zun on the side quickly jumped up to a higher place, his arms trembled at the same time, and countless wind blades burst out, slashing towards the masked spirit master.
"Not bad." The masked spirit master showed satisfaction in his eyes, "You can let me have fun for a while."
I saw him stretching out his right arm and spreading his curved five fingers outwards. The black spiritual mist that collided with the colorful spiritual threads suddenly became soft and loose. It bypassed the spiritual threads and continued to roll towards Ye Qinglian, which actually made her spiritual skills useless. Focus on everything and penetrate directly through the fog.
Ye Qinglian is also a decisive character. When she saw that her spiritual skills could not hit the black spiritual mist, she flicked her fingers, and the colorful spiritual threads threw away the spiritual mist and went straight to the masked spiritual master. A total of seventy spiritual threads scattered in all directions. Come, attack the opponent's front, limbs, chest and abdomen and other key points separately.
The masked spiritual master seemed to have given up hope and allowed the wind blades and spiritual threads all over the sky to pierce his body.
The next moment, in the astonished eyes of Ye Qinglian and Master Feng, the body of the masked spiritual master turned into a black spiritual mist. The wind blade and colorful spiritual threads penetrated directly through the spiritual mist, but could not cause harm to him.
The masked spirit master that turned into black mist mixed with the spiritual mist he released, and swept towards the two of them with unparalleled speed. No matter how Ye Qinglian and Feng Zunzhe attacked, they were unable to cause even a single blow to him. A little bit of damage.
What a weird magical skill!
Seeing that their spiritual skills were completely unable to defeat the masked spiritual master, and not daring to let the black spiritual mist get close to them, the two of them had to use their body skills to dodge left and right. For a while, they were in a state of embarrassment and had a headache.
A slightly invisible black flame suddenly sputtered out from the black spiritual mist and headed straight for Master Feng. The old man dodged sideways nimbly.
Seeing that the small flame was about to pass him by, a palm suddenly stretched out from it, followed by an arm, a shoulder, a head...
In an instant, the tiny flame that was originally invisible turned into the true form of the masked Spirit Master. Black mist wrapped around the surface of his right palm, and with a sound of breaking through the air, it grabbed onto the unsuspecting Wind Master's shoulder.
pill!
Master Feng never expected that the masked spirit master's method was so weird. Unable to dodge it, he raised his right arm helplessly and gathered all his spiritual power on the outside of his forearm, forming a stream of rapidly rotating airflow, trying to resist the masked spirit master. This claw of Mian Lingzun.
As for whether he could resolve this terrifying scorching black mist, he had no confidence at all.
Seeing that the masked spirit master's sharp claws were about to hit the wind master, suddenly a golden spiritual sword flew from the sky, as fast as thunder, and the frost chilled the nine states. It struck the masked spirit master's palm with a stern look. Pierce hard.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The Masked Spirit Lord sneered, as if he had expected the appearance of the golden sword light. The palm of the sword turned into mist. When the sword light passed, it returned to its physical form, "Finally I am willing to Did you show up?"
"Huh?" He was about to give chase when he suddenly felt a faint stinging sensation from the area hit by the golden sword light, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
Master Feng took advantage of his daze and retreated quickly, widening the distance between him and the Masked Spirit Master.
Lin Zhi's graceful and graceful figure appeared in the distance. Her beautiful black hair hung down to her lower back. Her delicate body was as crystal clear as jade, and her skin could be broken by a blow. Her eyebrows were like the moon, and her pupils were cut like water. Already extremely bright and beautiful, her long blue dress is fluttering in the wind, her catkins are sticking out from the sleeves of her wide silk robe, and she is holding a sparkling long sword. She is like a fairy in the sky, an elf from another world, so beautiful. People are in a trance.
"There is actually a beautiful spirit master. Daqian Empire is really a good place." The masked spirit master was frightened by Lin Zhiyun's grace and couldn't help but murmured, "A mere spiritual master who has not yet entered the Taoist realm can actually make I feel pain, fun, really fun."
With that said, he decisively left behind Ye Qinglian and Feng Zunzhe, and his body turned into a black spiritual mist, heading straight for Lin Zhiyun. The temperature in the place he passed increased sharply, and the rushing heat added a hazy feeling to the spiritual mist.
Lin Zhiyun's face was calm, her lotus feet were lightly tapped, and the long sword in her hand was straightened. As she stepped back, she shot out streaks of sword light, like golden raindrops, hitting the spiritual mist formed by the masked spiritual master.
When each ray of sword light passed through the spiritual mist, although it was unable to cause any harm, the masked spiritual master could feel a trace of the sword intent being left in the spiritual mist. The pain in his body continued to accumulate and became unbearable.
What kind of magical skill is this?
As one of the few Taoist spiritual masters in the Dark Temple, the masked man naturally knew that it was impossible for ordinary spiritual masters to cause any harm to him.
The three opponents in front of him have never entered the Tao before, but the colorful spiritual threads released by Ye Qinglian just now were filled with chills, which already made him quite uncomfortable. At this time, Lin Zhiyun's golden sword light caused him severe pain. Feeling, the masked spirit master couldn't help but be shocked.
It can't be delayed any longer!
The Taoist Spirit Master was too powerful, and he was worried that if he delayed for too long, it would attract the attention of Wendao Academy, so he was determined to fight quickly.
The black spiritual mist that was originally dispersed in the air suddenly gathered in three directions, and three masked spiritual masters slowly appeared. Each one was exactly the same as the original one, making it difficult to distinguish them.
"You guys let me have a lot of fun." The three masked spiritual masters spoke at the same time, in no particular order, "As a thank you gift, I will cremate all the people in the courtyard, so that you can love each other on the road to Huangquan forever. alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three masked spiritual masters dispersed "swiftly" and rushed towards Feng Zun, Ye Qinglian and Lin Zhiyun respectively. Each clone was shrouded in black mist, with overwhelming arrogance, and the aura and momentum it exuded. It was different from the previous one. He actually wanted to "fight" three opponents with one person.
Neither Ye Qinglian nor Feng Zunzhe's spiritual skills could cause harm to the masked spirit master. Forced by others' targeting tactics, they had no choice but to dodge and run away in a state of embarrassment.
Lin Zhiyun looked around six directions and saw that the other two were outmatched. She suddenly called out softly: "Let's go together!"
She swayed and appeared next to Ye Qinglian and Feng Zunzhao. She raised her long sword in her hand. Thousands of golden sword lights appeared behind her. The dense spiritual swords almost covered the entire sky, and each golden sword emitted light. It has a strong deterrent force and is ready to go, creating a suffocating feeling of an impending rain.
The other two people instantly understood Lin Zhiyun's intention. One on the left and one on the right, they jumped up behind her and stared at the masked spirit in front of them who was transforming into three.
"Let's get together and solve it together!" The three masked spiritual masters did not stop, and sneered at the same time. They jumped towards Lin Zhiyun and the others from different directions. The fog around them became thicker and burned. The whole sky became hot.
"Wanjian!" Lin Zhiyun's lips parted slightly, her voice was clear and sweet.
The thousands of spiritual swords behind him were like arrows leaving their strings, turning into countless golden light and shadows in the air, shooting at the opponent with unparalleled speed. The massive sword light was overwhelming, covering the three masked spiritual masters at the same time, making it impossible for them to hide. , inevitable.
The masked spiritual master's body was pierced by the sword light, turned into black spiritual mist, re-condensed, and was pierced again. This cycle continued. He endured the pain caused by the sword's intention, kept moving forward, and slowly pulled closer. The distance between the three people.
Ye Qinglian and Master Feng looked at each other, and each took action. The wind blades and colorful spiritual threads all over the sky hit the masked spiritual master who was traveling at the same time. The three of them worked together to force the spiritual master who had entered the Dao to not move forward.
"You can actually force me to this point." The masked spiritual master's eyes shot out with a fierce light, and his voice was no longer calm. "Even if you die here, you are enough to be proud of yourself."
As he spoke, the three masked spiritual masters suddenly turned into black mist, then gathered together and became one person again. He grabbed the air with his right hand, and a domineering and mighty black dragon appeared in the air.
The dragon's long torso was coiled in several circles, and its whole body was surrounded by blazing black fire. It breathed out from its mouth and showed a fierce look in its eyes. With just one roar, it created a mountain roar and a tsunami, swallowing up rivers with its energy, releasing the Wind Master. The wind blade blows away easily.
Is this the spiritual master from the Holy Land?
Looking at the giant dragon's body covering the sky and the sun, even a man with rich combat experience like Feng Zunzhe could not help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. He felt that the sun and moon had no light, and his future was bleak.
"Return to the clan!"
Facing the unparalleled evil dragon released by the masked spiritual master, Lin Zhiyun's stunningly beautiful face remained unchanged as she softly uttered two words.
Countless golden sword lights that were originally scattered behind him suddenly gathered in one place, forming a dazzling ball of light. As more sword lights merged into it, the ball of light became more and more shining.
When all the sword light poured into the ball of light, a bright beam of light rose into the sky, piercing the sky. After the strong light dissipated, a huge golden sword appeared above Lin Zhiyun's head.
The golden sword body seemed to contain the ultimate meaning of the sword, exuding an unparalleled sharpness that made people dare not look directly at it.
At this moment, all the swords in the yard trembled at the same time, making a buzzing sword sound, as if they were actually worshiping the golden sword in the air and bowing their heads.
Return to the clan!
The second form of the Holy Spirit-level swordsmanship "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect" is also the real trump card of this swordsmanship!
