When he felt the familiar cry coming from below, Tang Ming couldn't help but frown slightly.
However, the powerful and extremely dangerous aura made Tang Ming's expression extremely solemn. The opponent was a Huanxuan-level monk, and his speed and strength far exceeded him. It was simply a fantasy to have a head-on confrontation with him.
For this reason, he could only choose to avoid the edge temporarily.
Wan Chutian flew extremely fast, and in just a blink of an eye, he came to Tang Ming's side. Their eyes met briefly, and they saw those palms coming towards Tang Ming like eagle claws, heading towards Tang Ming's throat. .
Seeing that the other party was determined to kill, Tang Ming couldn't help but cursed secretly.
The old bald donkey is really a haunting thing.
The scolding was followed by scolding, but the defensive methods were still not neglected at all.
"Qinglian covers the heavy ring!"
The green lotus bloomed immediately, releasing a large amount of spiritual power to form a series of circular shields to block the situation.
This arc was enough to block the attack of the Zhuyuan cultivator, but it was as thin as a cicada's wing in Wan Chutian's hand.
With one palm, a deafening trembling sound was heard in the sky, and several shields were easily crushed. After seeing the broken glass scattered in the air, Tang Ming's face fell into shock.
Although I expected that the opponent was absolutely powerful, I didn't expect that he couldn't resist even for a moment.
The two men were approaching in an instant, and those old palms were about to pinch Tang Ming's throat with endless killing intent.
"Suffer death!"
Looking at the palm filled with murderous intent, a chill arose in Tang Ming's heart.
Just when his palm was about to touch Tang Ming's throat, a whisk came in front of him, blocking all Wan Chutian's attacks.
The powerful palm force even destroyed all the white whiskers emitted by the fly whisk, and the remaining force was even close to Tang Ming's vitals.
Seeing that he could not resist the palm, Leng Hongchen immediately threw up his fly whisk, wrapped Tang Ming's body, and immediately pulled him aside to avoid the opponent's attack.
After the palm failed, Wan Chutian didn't slack off at all. He changed the direction of his palm and went straight towards the Qiankun sword.
Seeing that the opponent was about to obtain the Qiankun Sword, Tang Ming also fell into anxiety, "Senior Hongchen, let me go quickly, otherwise the old bald donkey will take away the immortal sword."
Leng Hongchen didn't feel anxious at all. Instead, he said sarcastically: "He must have that ability. With his greedy personality, it is impossible for him to be recognized by the Qiankun Immortal Sword."
After the words fell, Wan Chutian had already arrived at the center of the formation, looking at the fairy sword within easy reach in front of him, with endless greed in his eyes.
"Finally, I can finally get a fairy sword!"
This sword has a wonderful ancient charm and is made with incredible craftsmanship. No other sword in the world can compare with it. It is simply the best among swords and is the only one of its kind.
When Wan Chutian stretched out his palm to touch it, he could feel a strong push resisting him, as if there was an inexplicable force protecting the sword.
"Damn it, how could I give up so easily when we have the treasure in front of us."
Wan Chutian was immediately furious. After all, he was also the master of the Holy Land of Sword Dao, and he was a strong man. How could he let a duck with his mouth fly away so easily.
He burst out with powerful spiritual power and instantly enveloped it, trying to pull out the Qiankun Sword. However, no matter how hard he tried, the final result was in vain.
"I still don't believe that I can't subdue this fairy sword of yours!"
Using the entire sect's power to encircle and suppress the Canglan Holy Land has aroused dissatisfaction among many elders. If they return empty-handed this time, some people may question their leadership abilities.
Thinking of this, Wan Chutian's eyebrows suddenly became angry, and he couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand, as if he wanted to use brute force to pull out the sword body.
And such a move seemed to trigger the operation of the formation.
In an instant, the entire Qiankun Realm was filled with dark clouds, and a figure was like a god descending into the world. Among the rolling thunderclouds, I saw the other party waving at will, and endless thunderclouds began to roll continuously, like the power of heaven, they began to move towards Wan Chutian. The direction started to chop.
"Boom!"
Endless thunder struck Wan Chutian's body, and the traumatized Wan Chutian also let out a thunderous scream.
Even the Huaxuan monks could not resist the power of this formation. If Tang Ming himself had been injured at that time, the consequences would have been disastrous.
"What a powerful formation. What is going on here?" Tang Ming was a little confused.
Leng Hongchen explained from the side: "This is a kind of protection. There was once a person who owned the Qiankun Fairy Sword, but it was a pity that he was not able to fully control it. In order to prevent this fairy sword from falling into the wrong hands, this A formation has been set up.”
"Senior Hongchen seems to be very familiar with the person who set up the formation. I wonder who this senior is?"
To be able to create such a formation, one's cultivation level will definitely not be weaker than that of Zhou Gutong, the number one monk in the southeast, and his abilities may be even stronger. If he can meet this person, it is also a kind of fate.
"He's just a heartless man, why mention him?" Leng Hongchen snorted coldly, his eyes full of anger.
Seeing the hatred in these beautiful eyes, Tang Ming could almost imagine a bloody love-hate relationship.
But now is not the time to gossip, because even with the blessing of formations, Wan Chutian has a cultivation level that is truly at the peak of Hua Xuan.
Moreover, the power of thunder within the formation began to gradually weaken, and it began to be unable to cause any effective damage to Wan Chutian.
Just when Tang Ming was about to discuss countermeasures, he heard a "click" sound coming from the formation.
I saw Wan Chutian holding the hilt of the sword, relying on his own strong strength to pull out the fairy sword by a few centimeters.
Seeing this situation, Tang Ming was also a little anxious, and his face became solemn.
"Oops, the sword is about to be pulled out by this old bald donkey!"
If he really pulls out the fairy sword, then everyone present will not be able to get out of the Qiankun Realm alive.
Just when Tang Ming was about to leave, Leng Hongchen stopped him.
"What are you going to do?"
Tang Ming said anxiously: "If the fairy sword is taken out, we will have no way to survive."
However, Leng Hongchen said coldly, "With your current level of cultivation, there is still no way to survive if you rush over."
Just when the two were arguing, they heard the magic circle in the sky begin to collapse.
"Bang!"
Only a violent sound was heard, the formation suddenly collapsed, and Wan Chutian also took advantage of the situation and completely pulled out the Qiankun sword body from the formation hole.
"I finally got the fairy sword!"
