Hearing the sound of breaking through the air behind him, the leading monk Zhennan was shocked. He did not hesitate to sacrifice his only defensive weapon, and at the same time subconsciously turned his head to look.
When he saw that what was coming was an ordinary ice cone, he felt reassured and secretly thought that he was really lucky to have met someone with no experience - after all, even if the person who came was a famous ice cone, this kind of casual ice cone technique would be useless. It was impossible to kill a late-stage Qi-training monk like him.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party is busy supporting and has no time to care about these people. The leading monk's mind is spinning. No matter what, he has made enough money this time, so he should stop being greedy and leave as soon as possible. .
Thinking like this, the ice cone was already in front of him. Although he had various thoughts in his mind, when it came time to face it, the leading monk did not dare to neglect at all. He took out the talisman and met the oncoming ice cone - after all, he was still a foundation-building monk. It's better to deal with the spells thrown out with caution. It would be ridiculous if you stumbled due to carelessness.
The defensive spell bloomed in the air, blocking the way of the ice cone. Behind it was the defensive magic weapon sacrificed by the leading monk. Facing these two lines of defense, the ice cone rotated slightly, and exploded just when it touched the defensive spell. A wisp of ice mist came out, freezing the entire spell, and then stained the defensive magic weapon, freezing it tightly in just an instant.
There was a pain in his head, and the leading monk was shocked. The connection between him and his magic weapon was disconnected, but before he could make any move, the ice mist wrapped around his body as if it were alive, everywhere it went. , his body only felt a slight pain and then lost consciousness. He was horrified. He tried hard to struggle, but found that he could not move at all, and there was more frost covering his eyes. Then, he couldn't even think.
"Bang-bang-bang-bang-"
The bodies of the six Zhennan monks were covered in frost and fell to pieces on the ground. Ling Ming flew forward without even looking at them.
The further he flew forward, the clearer the shouts of death became audible, and some monks who were fighting even appeared in Ling Ming's eyes.
A Jinding Sect disciple was beaten so hard by the Zhennan monk opposite that he could not lift his head. The long sword in his hand had been broken. He was constantly retreating, trying to distance himself, but how could the other party do as he wished? Seeing that he was showing signs of being unable to hold on any longer, he immediately pressed on him and struck harder and harder with his hands, one move after another, until the Jinding Sect disciple couldn't resist and had to struggle to hold on.
At this moment, a "whoosh" sound broke through the air. The disciples of the Jinding Sect relaxed and felt strange. When they raised their heads, they saw a layer of frost rising from the Zhennan monk opposite, covering his entire body in an instant. The person was frozen, and the person and the ice were smashed to the ground. The person who died could not die anymore.
Upon seeing this, the Jinding Sect disciple was startled. He turned around unconsciously and saw a young man wearing a white Taoist robe flying towards him. If it wasn't Ling Ming, who could it be?
The horror in his heart turned into great joy, and the disciple hurriedly rushed forward to greet him, cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Liu Jing has met the hall master."
Ling Ming knew that Liu Jing was a disciple of the sword hall, so he nodded slightly and asked, "How is the situation?"
"Back to the Hall Master," Liu Jing replied: "There are many enemies. They must have gathered. Some have already run away. Master Yan is in front of them pestering their foundation-building monks."
The "Uncle Yan" he refers to is Yan Wenliang, the foundation-building monk in the sword hall. He started in the same year as Ling Ming. He just built the foundation in November last year. He is now at the first level of foundation building and was sent out by the sect. Perform tasks.
"Okay." Ling Ming's expression remained unchanged and he ordered, "Gather the wounded and I'll go take a look."
"Yes." Liu Jing cupped his hands and replied without asking Ling Ming how to deal with the Zhennan monks here, because for Ling Ming, it probably wouldn't take much effort to deal with these Qi-training monks.
Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Ling Ming's figure disappeared. Looking up, he saw that the four or five Zhennan monks who were fighting with his disciples in the air had all been frozen into blocks of ice, just like the monk before. Shattered to the ground.
Looking further away, several more black shadows that were fighting fell in the sky. Liu Jing's eyes showed a bit of admiration. With this strength alone, even if Ling Ming was young, no one dared to disapprove of his majestic swordsmanship. the identity of the Lord.
Killing the Zhennan monks casually along the way, Ling Ming kept moving forward. Finally, he saw the figure of Yan Wenliang - he was fighting with a middle-aged monk in the foundation building stage. He was now at a disadvantage and had many scars on his body. There were seven or eight Qi-training disciples from the Jinding Sect flying beside him, forming a formation to help him resist the Zhennan Foundation Establishment on the opposite side.
Zhennan Ji Zhu held an eight-foot copper stick in his hand. Every move was very organized. The copper stick was obviously a spiritual weapon. Whenever a spell came, he would block it with the stick in his hand. , despite the large number of people on Yan Wenliang's side, there was nothing he could do to him. He even found an opportunity to smash the head of a Qi practitioner disciple with a stick.
Seeing this scene, a cold light flashed in Ling Ming's eyes. With a pinch of magic in his hand, the flying magic weapon under his feet turned into a jade pendant and hung on his waist. He said in his mouth: "Wen Liang, get away!"
"Senior brother!" When Chad heard this, Yan Wenliang looked sideways in disbelief, feeling overjoyed. But at this moment, Zhennan Ji Zhu on the opposite side seized the opportunity, thrust out his stick, and killed another Qi Practitioner. .
Ling Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a bit. He didn't say a word nonsense, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, countless blue light spots were scattered, sweeping towards the Zhennan Foundation Building. .
Seeing this, Zhennan Zhuji's eyes flashed with a stern look, and regardless of Yan Wenliang and others who were retreating, he twisted and turned his right hand against the stick, and the spiritual light dyed the stick, and he went straight to meet them.
The stick body collided with the blue light, exploding a little spiritual light. The light spots thrown by Ling Ming wound up the stick body, and the Zhennan monk's face changed slightly. He murmured a few words and flew up from his waist. A gourd with a wide open mouth, and flames spurted out from it. It sprayed on the stick with a "whoosh" sound, fighting against the blue light spots.
After a moment of stalemate, the blue light spots seemed to have insufficient stamina, and were forced back step by step by the flames. But at this moment, an ice crystal cage suddenly appeared out of thin air, obviously trying to take advantage of the opportunity to trap the Zhennan Foundation in it.
Faced with such a situation, Zhennan Zhuji's eyes flashed fiercely, and he exerted force on his hands, raised the bottom of his stick back, and threw out a powerful strike. At the same time, he stepped on the air, and his body rushed forward, using the force He said, smashing the ice crystal above his head with a stick.
At the same time, the flames spurted from the gourd became powerful, burning away all the blue light spots at once. Zhennan Zhuji shouted loudly, stepped forward, and headed straight towards Ling Ming.
He has already seen that this new young man should be a Dharma cultivator, and he is a physical cultivator. Close combat is his best choice. The man just now has suffered a lot of injuries. As long as he can kill this young man again, If someone repels them, they will probably not be able to chase them.
