A majestic figure in the cold fog approached rapidly. Jing Feng had no time to dodge, so he had to desperately condense an ice wall to block him.
"boom--"
The Green Dragon Sword struck the ice wall, like a heavy hammer hitting it. Ice shards flew instantly, and an entire ice crystal wall was smashed into pieces. A violent roar echoed in the narrow corridor.
"Back off!" Chiyang shouted, stepped forward with his sword, and blocked the puppet's slashing sword.
Chiyang's whole body was now wrapped in a thick blood-colored mist, and his aura became extremely powerful. Jiang Chen felt a great sense of oppression even as he stood behind him.
At this time, Chi Yang has stimulated his boiling blood to the limit, and his momentum is approaching the seventh-level "Xuan Gang". It is even more amazing than the previous times when he faced the Peach Blossom Assassin, the Demon Sword Ding Qing, and the Bull-headed Giant Ghost.
Chiyang and the puppet fought hard, like striking iron in a furnace, with a loud explosion like muffled thunder.
The stone brick that Chi Yang stood on was shattered by the steps, and his feet were deeply embedded in the floor.
The power of that puppet seems to be inferior to that of the red sun!
Chiyang brandished his two swords, slashed hard, and fought with the puppet.
I saw two figures, red and black, intertwined together. They were both facing each other head-on. Their moves were extremely wild, and the sound of clanging weapons was endless.
The two masses of red and black light collided, swallowed, and melted. The violent power collided and stirred in the small space. The aftermath of the air flow caused by the battle made others resist the difficulties and retreat one after another.
The sword lights and shadows spread out in an instant, intertwining and washing the surrounding space like a violent storm, covering the entire area into a field of destructive air currents.
In a battle of this level, no one else can get involved.
With the power of the sixth level peak, just a slight brush can cause the fragile flesh to explode like a watermelon into a mass of flesh and blood.
Jiang Chen felt short of breath just by looking at Chiyang's back. The other people's faces were also pale.
Chiyang's situation doesn't look good.
He tried his best, all the blood in his body was flowing, but he still couldn't gain the upper hand.
Jiang Chen glanced at Jing Feng and found that the head of the group's face was getting more and more ugly.
'Isn't there any chance of winning? '
Jiang Chen couldn't help but ask: "Grand Commander, what should we do?"
"Chi Yang's boiling blood can only last for a stick of incense at most, otherwise his body will not be able to bear it and collapse from the inside." Jing Feng said, "I will cast a powerful spell now and see if it can work." effect……"
He didn't finish the next words, his face suddenly turned cold, he raised his hands above his head, shuttled through the seals like butterflies, and the pale golden runes curled up into the air.
"Ouch——" Like thunder in the sky, dragon roars resounded across the earth, and a golden flying dragon more than three feet long appeared in the sky full of runes. It had a majestic head and horns, beard and hair like a halberd, and its mouth was full of blood. It fought against Chiyang. Pounce everywhere.
"Dragon Curse"!
"Chiyang, get out of the way!" Jiang Chen shouted sternly.
Chiyang escaped in a hurry, but was still affected by half of the golden dragon's tail, knocking him back several steps.
Looking at the figure of the puppet again, it was completely lost in the golden light.
The earth trembled, rocks flew, and the entire temple seemed to shake amid the huge roar.
Such a huge momentum made Duan Fei, He Wen, and Shi Dinghai quite happy, feeling that the puppet must have been reduced to pieces by Tianlong's power.
Before the smoke and dust cleared, He Wen couldn't wait to ask: "Is it dead?"
Duan Fei said: "He must be dead. The Grand Commander's Tianlong Curse never leaves anyone alive. Even a master of "Xuan Gang" must die obediently! "
"Then we can go back?"
"Don't worry, we managed to kill it with great difficulty. We haven't counted the loot yet..."
But Jiang Chen and Jing Feng were not in such a relaxed mood. They could all feel that the evil and powerful aura still existed and had not weakened much.
A black blade suddenly emerged from the smoke, whipping up a bloody storm and attacking Jiang Chen and Jing Feng.
Fortunately, the two of them were prepared and dodged from the left and right sides respectively, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Chi Yang came from behind and fought with the puppet again.
"Xuan Gang Physique! It's the seventh level Xuan Gang Physique..." Jing Feng murmured, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
There is only one level of power difference between the seventh-level "Xuan Gang" and the sixth-level "blood-moving". If we only talk about close combat, it is not impossible to make up for the physical gap with moves, but what is really scary is the "Xuan Gang" realm. Extraordinary abilities!
Ordinary people only think that those who are strong in "Xuan Gang" are physically invincible, but masters like Jing Feng know that it is impossible to break through the "Xuan Gang" by tempering the physical body alone. Only by cultivating Taoist magical powers can you truly awaken your origin, ignite your star life, break the barrier of life and death, and enter the "upper three realms"!
In other words, since this puppet is at the "Xuan Gang" level, it must possess magical powers!
The gap between the "middle three realms" and the "upper three realms" is the gap between mortals and extraordinary ones!
In front of this "Xuan Gang" puppet, my group is like a mortal challenging a god, with no chance of winning!
Jiang Chen hid by the wall, many thoughts flashed through his mind: 'A frontal attack is not possible. This puppet has a "Xuan Gang" body and has extremely high defense. We must use other means...'
'Jingfeng's fifth-level "Tianlong Curse" just now can't cause damage to it, and my fourth-level "Space Distortion" certainly can't do it either. What should I do...'
He suddenly stamped his foot and shouted: "By the way, the sound of the flute! There must be someone behind that puppet controlling it! That's where the sound of the flute came from. Let's rush over and kill that guy... Hey, where are you going?"
He turned his head and was surprised to find Jing Feng, Duan Fei, and Shi Dinghai running back.
He Wen hesitated for a moment, then turned around and followed Jing Feng.
Jiang Chen shouted anxiously: "Don't run away! I've thought of a way! Let's defeat it together!"
The four people didn't even look back, and ignored Jiang Chen's shouts. Their figures quickly disappeared in the distance of the dim corridor.
They actually abandoned Chiyang and ran for their lives!
Jiang Chen was extremely angry and even more desperate. Once Jing Feng left, he was left alone. Even if he managed to rush over, would he be able to deal with the enemies behind him?
Could it be that he, like Jing Feng, wanted to abandon Chiyang and turn around and leave?
He rejected the idea immediately. If he does this, his heart will be broken, he will not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life, and he will have no shame to return to the morning light!
But his legs and feet seemed to have an idea of their own, and he took two steps back uncontrollably.
"Old ghost, stop!" Jiang Chen shouted angrily.
He didn't stop, and spoke a voice that was not his own from his throat: "Boy, don't show off, this puppet is already at the Xuan Gang level, even if the ghost master comes, it is no match for it, you can only stay Give it food—"
His words stopped suddenly and his steps stopped.
Jiang Chen silently recited the "Exorcism Curse" in his heart, regained control of his body, and took out the picture scroll where Ma Mian was hiding from his arms, holding it tightly in his hand.
He turned to observe the battle.
Chiyang's situation is very bad, he is now completely suppressed by the puppet.
The two groups of red and black lights, which were originally equally matched, are now dominated by the black family, trapping the red figure in them, squeezing his living space bit by bit.
The situation did not allow Jiang Chen to dwell on it any longer.
He suppressed all negative emotions and rushed towards the corridor behind the puppet.
The scroll in his hand trembled endlessly, as if it was struggling violently, trying to escape from its restraints.
