From the perspective of Lin Zhiyun and others, we could see a hint of pain on Nangong Ling's pretty face.
She struggled hard and tried to get up to resist. Her delicate body could barely move a few inches. Her face suddenly turned pale. She opened her mouth slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then she slumped to the ground weakly and could no longer move. .
As a result, Xu Wu's vicious and domineering kick seemed to be about to hit her in the head.
With Xu Wu's strong cultivation, if this foot is firmly planted, the brain of this disciple of Piaohua Palace will burst and his fragrance will disappear.
"stop!"
Seeing her beloved disciple in danger, Lin Zhiyun felt anxious and couldn't help but let out a sweet shout.
At the critical moment, she could no longer hold anything back. The power of the Charming Spirit Body exploded in full force, pushing the Word Spirit Scripture to the extreme. An indescribable power of charm spread out and filled the world.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone around her, she was no longer just a beautiful woman, but a collection of all the charms and desires in the world.
Just looking at her, Zheng Qiyuan felt his face turn red, his heart beat fast, his mouth became dry, and the powerful saint, the leader of the Tiandao Alliance who had just married a beautiful wife, could hardly control his emotions and wanted to do something to disgrace his bride.
Not to mention he, a vigorous young man, even the female disciples such as Zheng Yueting and Shen Xiaowan who saw Lin Zhiyun at this moment couldn't help but their eyes lit up, their hearts beat beating, and they were about to be broken.
When she yelled, Xu Wu's right foot was about to kick Zhongnan Gong Ling, but it stopped abruptly.
There was clearly only a two-inch gap, but his right foot seemed to be malfunctioning, unable to step on it no matter what.
"Help!"
After successfully seizing this opportunity, Lin Zhiyun gave a soft drink, raised her feet in the air, and transformed her delicate body into a blue shadow, shooting towards Xu Wu's direction.
Liu Qiqi and others had also come to their senses, and they also spread their body skills and followed closely behind her.
The five people's cultivation level was astonishing and their speed was extremely fast. They appeared next to Nangong Ling in the blink of an eye. They possessed all kinds of powerful spiritual skills such as the Wanjian Guizong, the God-Slaying Immortal Sword, the Tyrannical Fulong Sword, and the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. They hit Xu Wu and Wang Lun as if they were free. The sky was filled with hundreds of flowers, dazzling and colorful, and the terrifying momentum was overwhelming and soaring into the sky.
These five people already possess the cultivation of saints. After three years of hard work, their strength has been greatly improved. How can a mere saint resist the power caused by using all their strength?
However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.
The sharp sword light, the fierce sword energy, and the overbearing and mighty hammer power actually passed through the bodies of Xu Wu and Wang Lun, as if they had hit phantoms.
Xu Wu's eyes were still looking directly at Nangong Ling who was lying on the ground, with murderous intent in his eyes. He raised his right foot high, as if he was about to kick her head off at any time.
Wang Lun was still looking sluggish, with his head drooped and leaning against Xu Wu, motionless despite his support.
The most powerful skills of the five great saints actually shocked Lonely and failed to cause even the slightest harm to the two of them.
"phantom?"
Lin Zhiyun's expression changed, her eyes were filled with surprise, and she exclaimed.
It turned out that Xu Wu and the two were captured by the illusion at some point while they were escaping.
The illusion in front of him was so exquisite and detailed that it was completely impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye, especially Xu Wu's illusion after Lin Zhiyun performed the Yan Ling Sutra, and even deliberately acted like he was blocked. Even the expression on his face was lifelike, with the words "fake it to be real". "These four words are not enough to describe the mastery of the performer.
Unexpectedly, besides Ling'er, there are other masters of illusion of this level in the world!
Seeing the three phantoms gradually fading away and finally disappearing without a trace, Lin Zhiyun became more frightened as she thought about it, and gained a new understanding of the enemy's strength.
In her opinion, she could perform illusions to such an extent that even five saints could be deceived easily. She did not think about anyone other than her eldest disciple Nangong Ling.
Nangong Ling had a deep relationship with the girls of Piaohua Palace, and of course he would not take action against his master and junior sister. Therefore, Lin Zhiyun instantly judged that there was at least one outstanding person in the opponent's camp who was as good at illusions as his own eldest disciple.
No, Linger!
Recalling the injured Nangong Ling in the fantasy just now, Lin Zhiyun's heart moved and her face suddenly turned ugly.
She suddenly realized that since the opponent's illusion master could transform into Nangong Ling, he must have met his eldest disciple.
As for Nangong Ling, with his injured body, he faced Xu Wu, Wang Lun and the terrifying illusion master alone. The result was self-evident.
"Hey, what is that?"
Just when she was feeling anxious and worried, Shen Xiaowan suddenly reached out and pointed at the sky.
Everyone looked up in the direction of her finger and saw that a circle of sparkling white light appeared in the sky at some point, converging into an arc-shaped dome, completely covering Lin Zhiyun and the five of them.
"It's a trap!"
Zheng Yueting let out a sweet cry, her expression suddenly became solemn, and she swung the red line knife upwards without hesitation, slashing out a dazzling sharp knife light that landed on the white dome without any deviation.
However, when struck by this overbearing sword light, the white light curtain only flickered slightly, and then returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, with no damage at all.
"let me!"
Seeing how strong the light curtain was, Shen Xiaowan's eyes lit up, and she immediately became eager to win. She tapped her toes on the ground, jumped up, swung the Haotian Hammer, which was larger than herself, and smashed it towards the dome above.
Her power is so amazing. When used with all her strength, this hammer can easily split mountains, crack rocks, and shatter the sky.
Unexpectedly, the white dome received this blow, but it was like being bitten by a mosquito. It failed to stir up any momentum. Apart from the color becoming slightly darker, there was no change at all.
"boom!"
On the contrary, Shen Xiaowan fell straight from the air under the action of a strange rebound force, and hit the ground hard, making a huge dent.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Seeing that both of her fellow disciples had missed, Liu Qiqi's eyes flashed, and countless golden sword lights instantly gathered on the Immortal Slaying Sword, turning into a terrifying sword energy that shook the earth and struck the light curtain with the force of thunder and lightning. above.
This sword combines two major swordsmanship talents and a holy sword skill. How can it be so powerful?
Under the innate sword soul's ability to cut through anything, the white light curtain finally opened a gap of about ten feet long, revealing the scene on the other side of the dome.
Through the gap, you can see three figures standing in the air, all looking down.
Sitting in the center was the bald man Wang Lun who had just been severely injured by the combined efforts of Shen Xiaowan and the Zheng siblings.
At this time, he was tall and straight, with a rosy complexion, a devilish smile on his lips, a playful light in his eyes, and a relaxed and happy expression. How could he look hurt at all?
On his left side, Xu Wu had his hands behind his back, his long hair flying, his white skirt fluttering, his eyes as calm as water, and the sunlight shone on the bronze mask, reflecting an almost coquettish gradient light.
If the appearance of these two people was quite reasonable, then the slim figure on the right really surprised Lin Zhiyun and others.
Nangong Ling!
The graceful figure standing side by side with Wang Lun and Xu Wu turned out to be Nangong Ling, the eldest disciple of Piaohua Palace!
"Ling'er!"
"Sister!"
"Senior Sister Nangong!"
Everyone looked shocked and shouted in unison.
However, Nangong Ling did not respond to the enthusiastic calls from Lin Zhiyun and others.
She was still standing quietly in the air, with golden light shining in her eyes, her face as calm as water, and her expression neither happy nor sad, as if the five people below did not exist.
The gap in the dome that was cut by Liu Qiqi did not exist for long. It was quickly filled up by the white light that gathered from all around, and turned into a vast expanse of white again, blocking the figures of Nangong Ling and the others.
Liu Qiqi felt anxious. She raised her hand and struck out with her sword, once again cutting a gap of the same size in the white light screen.
However, this time, what appeared on the other side of the gap was not Wang Lun and the others, but another even more dazzling light curtain.
I don't know what means the other party used, but there was another layer of light curtain outside the light curtain, like a Russian matryoshka doll, completely blocking the five people below.
"Ling'er, Ling'er!"
Lin Zhiyun was not willing to give in. While calling out repeatedly, she waved her sword and fired countless golden sword lights at the white dome.
The other four people also took action in unison, and within the light curtain, there was a flash of swords and shadows, and a hundred flowers were dazzled.
However, this light curtain is not only extremely strong, but its recovery speed is also far beyond imagination. No matter what kind of damage it is suffered, countless white lights will rush in from all directions, repairing the damage instantly, making it intact as before.
On the outside of the white dome, four other light curtains of the same style were built in succession, layer upon layer, airtight.
Except for Liu Qiqi's sword blow earlier, no one could see the three people on the other side of the light curtain anymore.
"That's it!"
Just outside the light curtain where Lin Zhiyun and others couldn't see it, Nangong Lingying opened her lips lightly, spoke like an oriole, and slowly uttered a few words.
Immediately, she raised her jade-like right hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
From the five-layer light curtain below, an extremely bright white light suddenly burst out, turning into a thick pillar of light, rising from the ground, soaring straight into the sky, with a deafening sound of violent explosions, splitting rocks and piercing the clouds.
