In contrast, the Saint's one-on-one fight against seven was even more impressive, causing many immortal cultivators to stop and admire her. She looked like she didn't mind the matter. Even though her tyrannical energy was overwhelming, she was not afraid of being accidentally injured, but was instead just killed. Come in this fight attracts.
The saint didn't panic at all. With her strong body, she could move among the seven people with ease. On the contrary, the latter seven people were so violent that they couldn't touch her body at all. Even if they touched her, they couldn't hurt her. Instead, they suffered a little. Slightly injured, he will be defeated sooner or later if this continues.
"Buzz~" One of them raised the blade and swept it forward. A beam of sword light struck through the air. The target was Lin Su and others. His intention was very obvious. If he couldn't defeat the saint, he would have to attack them. Maybe he could. Distract her.
This sword light was enough to kill everyone except Lin Su, and even directly surrounded everyone's body, leaving almost no possibility of escape. At this time, Feng Jiansheng still raised his sword and prepared to block it without any thought at all. At that moment, Lin Su put his right hand on his back, and a burst of vitality was directly injected into his body.
"Buzz~" Feng Jiansheng moved his hand, and a sword light counterattacked. It was equally fierce, but its power was almost decisive. The difference between the early stage and the mid stage was indeed more than one star and a half, no matter how weak the mid stage was.
The sword light directly broke through the sword light, and instantly disappeared into Feng Jiansheng's figure, even penetrated to the rear, and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye. A blood flower instantly floated up, and he coughed several times, and a wisp of blood spurted out. , looking a little pale.
Lin Su frowned slightly, disappeared in a flash, and instantly locked onto the mid-stage Yuan King. His energy was mobilized in an instant, and the blood was burning again, and a scalding hot smoke rolled up in the air. It took less than a breath to reach the opponent's body. The pressure of the middle stage of King Yuan was almost zero at this time.
The saint was slightly startled by Lin Su's sudden appearance, but before she could react, the former suddenly let out a loud shout. The temperature around her increased by tens of degrees, and she punched the opponent's vitality shield with her bare hands. There was a scorching heat wave at the tip, but it was not over yet, his offensive had just begun.
The opponent's reaction was not slow, and he slashed the space in front of him with his backhand. A black crack was opened directly, and the space on both sides suddenly sunk inward.
A ferocious scar appeared on Lin Su's chest, but he ignored the power of the sword. The Heavenly Tempered Sword in his hand had already appeared. At such a close distance, he still slashed forward. The sword and the sword collided crazily at this moment, and his vitality As the swords clashed, the thumping sound resounded throughout the surrounding space, more like a chaotic murmur.
This wave of power shocked many people. They suddenly stopped on the spot and couldn't help but look towards the battle place. The terrifying destructive power made people mistakenly think that they were two mid-stage Yuan Kings fighting, but upon closer inspection, , and found that this was not the case. One of them was actually in the middle stage of Yuanling. Many people thought that they were dazzled, but after repeated confirmation, they found that they were not wrong.
The cultivation level in the middle stage of Yuanling is probably the lowest among the immortal cultivators who came here, but the Lin Su in front of them made many people question. Did this guy deliberately lower his cultivation level? Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain that such a gap was still possible, but someone still recognized Lin Su, took a breath, and quickly flew away from the scene.
After the blow of "噌噌", there were endless confrontations. Each blow was shocking, and even reached the peak level. The power even increased step by step. In just two breaths, there were countless collisions.
The sword-wielding mid-stage Yuan King also frowned. This guy's attack power has reached the level of the advanced Yuan King in the early stage, but his defense is not as good as the mid-stage Yuan King. At the moment, the energy shield is unnaturally strengthened, and then the blade becomes even faster. Cut it off, almost taking it straight to the head.
The Holy Son on the side was also extremely fierce. Under the eyes of everyone, he directly held the two invisible giant palms directly in front of him. His whole body was flashing with golden light, more like a standing Buddha. His palms suddenly shook outwards, and the invisible giant palms shook. At the moment of contact, a strange moaning sound suddenly sounded.
The space around him was also squeezed into pieces, like glass shards falling continuously, as if trapping him.
But the Holy Son, who had already experienced hundreds of battles, was not panicked at all. On the contrary, he fought more and more fiercely. He allowed the invisible giant palm to squeeze his body continuously. He gritted his teeth and roared. His domineering energy erupted in an instant, and then he waved out several golden streaks from his hand. The light of his fist was like a flower blooming on the spot, instantly breaking away from the oppression of the two giant palms, and the speed was surprisingly fast.
With a fierce stamp of his feet, he was approaching the opponent again. At this time, he had completely reached his peak level. A pair of big fists hit the opponent's vitality shield again, and the attack seemed to be even more fierce than Lin Su's. Everyone felt that there was only space around them. It was shaking, as if even the air was boiling.
The close combat confrontation between the golden fist light and the invisible palm filled the entire space with tyrannical energy. It seemed impossible to tell the winner for a while, but many people knew that if King Yuan could not win quickly in the mid-term, he would immediately fall into a disadvantage. This result is completely opposite to the normal battle.
It's just that this battle is different from the past. Everyone still underestimated the temporary outbreak. During the crazy fierce battle between the two sides, the Holy Son's fists seemed to be better, completely ignoring the opponent's offensive, and every punch hit the opponent's vitality shield. The surrounding vortexes are gathering more and more, as if several small holes have been opened in the vitality shield.
"Bang, bang~" In just three breaths, the vitality shield suddenly exploded with almost no warning.
Facing the bloody Saint Son, he suddenly panicked, but the opponent's punch had already arrived, and there was a little golden light in front of him. The latter also punched, and the fierce energy covered his arms, and he didn't believe in his own cultivation. It can't be suppressed yet.
"Boom~" King Yuan was forced to fight in close combat in the middle period. This was embarrassing in itself, but what was even more embarrassing was that he seemed to have lost. In the confrontation with the power of a punch, a vortex of vitality spread from the middle. , there seemed to be some golden fragments flying, accompanied by strong winds blowing to the immortal cultivators in all directions.
"Kaka" The air around him was like a glass of light that was constantly cracking. At this time, the strong wind swirling around him seemed to be absorbed back, and even his vision became a little blurry.
"What a domineering force." Some cultivators quickly backed away, frowning and sighing.
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the middle-stage Yuan King was seen retreating quickly, his hands already in a blocking position, and there were patches of blood under his clothes, as if he had been slightly injured, while the figure of the Holy Son slowly fell to the ground. , a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the victory was almost decided, which was completely beyond everyone's expectation.
"Buzz~" A huge sword came around behind the Holy Son at some point and slashed at his back with a powerful force. At this moment, the middle Yuan King had already escaped from here.
"Bang~" A golden light flashed from his back, and Holy Son Luofu shouted angrily. The sword hit his back, but it did not break, and was even directly blocked. He was shocked and fell down. He forced the sword, turned around quickly, and slapped it away with a palm. The latter penetrated directly into the ground with a buzzing sound, and the sword shook in place.
This scene established the victory of Holy Son Luofu in the battle. Although it only lasted for about ten breaths, it made people excited to watch it. Not only the immortal cultivators from all over the world were delighted, but Lei Wu and others were also shocked.
But other Yuan Wang mid-stage players had a completely different mentality. That guy didn't care if he lost, and actually ran away without saying a word. Sure enough, the temporary team formation was really a scam, and the people's hearts seemed to be scattered at the moment.
The saint in the distance is still one against six, with a steady output of vitality. Her fighting method is not at the level of the early Yuan Dynasty. Her ability to resist is equally amazing, even if the six magic weapons are more ferocious, her powerful body He also used it to his fullest potential at this moment, knocking him back with just one punch with his bare hands.
"Boom, boom, boom~" The six of them took action together again, and six fierce energy shot out from six directions, as if they had discussed it in advance. Let's see how she catches this move.
It's just that in her eyes, such moves are just ordinary attacks. At this time, she also used all her fighting power, no longer hiding it, stretched her right hand, and suddenly pressed down, a vortex of vitality quickly Spreading in all directions, sweeping with terrifying wind, it directly pushed away the six streams of vitality, and flew away more domineeringly.
The figure of the saint also disappeared from the place at this moment, and then the sound of the explosion of vitality continued to be heard. One after another, the mid-stage Yuan Kings disappeared in an instant, and were forced to fly out of the battlefield at extremely fast speeds and disappeared. The sporadic void fragments everywhere explained everything, and the remaining breath quickly dissipated.
The battle ended again with one against six. Although the saint looked a little embarrassed, she was not injured at all, and her aura was not weak at all. Only Lin Su was left in front of him, who was still fighting against the last mid-stage Yuan King. Naturally, it attracted everyone's attention, and the confrontation between the two never stopped, but became more and more fierce.
The last person was under the most pressure. I never thought that all those people would escape. This was really disappointing. I would have to be laughed to death in the future. I had to kill one of them no matter what. Although I thought so in my head, I actually didn't realize it for a while. He couldn't defeat Lin Su in front of him, and he was a little anxious at the moment. Where did the mistake happen?
But after a moment of panic, subtle flaws would appear. Even if it was less than a breath of time, Lin Su still seized the opportunity. Outside the scorching energy shield, there was a tossing white smoke, which seemed to be carrying molten fire. His fists flew towards him, and another punch after countless more punches hit the vitality shield again in an instant, penetrating in with almost no resistance.
"呲呲" The vitality shield suddenly opened a hole, and the rich vitality seemed to be burnt, making a popping sound. In the blink of an eye, the opponent's vitality shield gradually disappeared into the air, like a warrior who had lost his armor, completely Catch people off guard.
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