For Ling Cao, Tong Xiujing is no stranger. More than three years ago, he was still an ordinary Manchurian Chosen One, following the King of Fighters Fei Yanggu to crusade against the outcasts of Mowgli Island, and once fought against this legendary woman, but the result was that he was defeated and defeated.

Tong Xiujing never dreamed that he would meet Ling Cao at this time, and meet this rumored former sworn enemy of Fengtian City who had been eliminated by the Sudden Dao people.

However, as a senior saint chosen, the inheritor of the evil sword technique and the magic of the wedding dress, he still has the dignity of a warrior in his cultivation of the scriptures, he will never admit defeat, and he is surprised, and quickly recovers his fighting spirit.

After all, in the past three years, Tong Xiujing has not stood still, he has become stronger all the time, at this moment he is already a senior Chosen One, even if Ling Cao is a legend, he may not be my opponent.

Thinking of this, Tong Xiujing sneered, stepped on the "Sunflower Shadow", and rushed forward in an instant, moving like a rabbit, the speed of the sword was unimaginably fast, and the blade of this cloud sword was about to stab Ling Cao's delicate nose.

The swordsmanship of warding off evil spirits was originally one of the fastest swordsmanship in the world's martial arts.

But unfortunately, no matter how fast the swordsmanship is, it can't be as fast as the wind and can't pierce the clouds.

Ling Cao's "Honor of Grace Kul" raised in both hands, and a spiral counterattack came to him, only to see the wind and clouds surging and intercepting the sprint of the evil sword technique in the slightest.

One of the fifteen tips for forgetting, Yun Ping!

At the same time, at the moment when the two swords clashed, five extremely thin and tenacious heavenly silks shot out from the five fingers of Ling Cao's left hand, quietly entwining the sword body of the Cutting Cloud Sword.

Tong Xiujing was about to turn to change the direction of the attack halfway, but was surprised to find that his sword and the "Honor of Grace Cool" had been glued together.

Ling Caojiao snorted, and in an instant, her fighting spirit surged, turning her black hair into a golden color, Tong Xiujing used the reconnaissance technique to investigate her correlation index, but she didn't know if she didn't look at it, and she was really shocked when she saw it.

80 points of strength, 99 points of agility!

Is this the strength and agility of the Chosen One of the savage battlefields?

It is secretly explained here that Ling Cao's true strength and agility values naturally cannot be so high. She relied on the godhead transformation of the extraordinary princess, similar to Yang Ye's giant spirit transformation, to double her normal four indexes.

Tong Xiujing's strength was not as strong as Ling Cao's, and he couldn't take back the sword that was entangled in the silk, and he was in a dilemma, paying attention to the enemy's movements, but Ling Cao had already raised her legs, which were longer and more well-proportioned than Jin Mengji.

This leg is like fog and lightning, extremely fast, faster than Tong Xiujing's light skill, bang, this guy has already been kicked, can no longer hold the sword, the whole body flew upside down seven or eight feet away.

This is still the trick of the fifteen styles of forgetfulness, which can intercept and kill the target regardless of the distance limit.

Ling Cao made a successful move, took off the Cloud Cutting Sword, and continued to wave the "Honor of Grace Cool", his whole body was wrapped in the sword, and the more he danced, the more he danced, the more he danced, the more he danced, the more he danced,

Thousands of wind blades suddenly rose, and Shu rolled up the shadow—but her sword never came out!

Tong Xiujing was bare-handed, facing the murderous goddess in front of him, only to feel a strong pressure, which was overwhelmingly surging, and the sweat droplets on his forehead were getting more and more:

Unexpectedly, after three years, he still did not shorten the strength gap with Ling Cao. Now he finally understands how much strength this little woman who is deeply jealous of the Heavenly Destiny Khan, how much strength she has!

Tong Xiujing didn't know that Ling Cao was making the "wind * flow" trick in the fifteen decisions of forgetfulness.

Ling Cao's sword is called "Sword of Dancing Wind".

Finally, her sword momentum was raised to the peak state, and with the traction of the sword light, the wind blade group collapsed, and the "Sword of the Dancing Wind" finally struck!

The wind blade swept and raged, and even the heavenly tribulation besieging Luo Zhenren was shaken, leaving a little free to come and observe this earth-shattering swordsmanship.

Tong Xiujing has nowhere to escape, he can only run the wedding dress magic skill of the whole body, and form an iron net of heaven that can envelop the four wildernesses, with the inner family Zhengang characterized by being strong and fierce.

The eighth heaven of the wedding dress, the realm of wishfulness.

Tong Xiujing used his killer weapon, as a eunuch, he has similar characteristics to Yun Xiangtong Guan, and he can still be hard when it should be hard.

His wedding dress protects his body, just the stronger and stronger he is, the more frustrated he is, the more courageous he is, no matter how dense and strong the wind blade is, it can insist that Qingshan will not relax.

The wedding dress has become an iron wall that can resist the divine power of heaven and earth, and this legendary peerless martial art that can fight against Ming Yugong is difficult to grasp.

In the wind blade, Tong Xiujing was as immobile as a mountain, facing Ling Cao's sword of dancing wind against the copper and iron-like defense line.

Zhigang against Zhirou, hard shield against sharp spear, the two came to a game of "narrow road meets the brave wins".

Even if the ruthless world can't cover the pervasive wind and clouds, so no matter how strong and frustrating the wedding dress magic is, how can it block the sword of the dancing wind.

Ling Cao's wind blade hit the parapet of the wedding dress, and immediately stopped and disappeared, but after a long time, there was a sound of "silk" tearing, and there was a sound of "silk" tearing, one after another, and the inner gang parapet of Tong Xiujing collapsed with the whole line.

Countless wind blades stabbed into Tong Xiujing's body, and immediately cut him into thousands of holes, dripping with blood, and there was no good meat on his body.

The so-called, there is nothing more than this, in Ling Cao's fifteen tips of forgetfulness, the tricks are ruthless, but the wind * flow trick is the first.

If Ling Cao hadn't been sealed in the Water Margin World for three years, and had not been affected by Liu Huiniang's memory, she might not have made such an explosive trick as soon as she made a move.

Kindness and kindness used to be her style of acting, and she never did a very good job of killing decisions on the battlefield.

But now the situation is different, she has been influenced by the memory of the female Zhuge Liu Huiniang. This girl is a real military advisor, who is familiar with the tricks of soldiers, understands the importance of goshawks fighting rabbits with all their might, knows the truth that mercy is not in charge of soldiers, and does not stand up for things, never indecisive, and will strike when it is time to strike, and will not have any sympathy for the enemy.

Just like Liu Huiniang's methods used in Anle Village to fight back, betray, and frame her biological brother, it reveals the ruthlessness of the soldiers, if people don't offend me, I won't offend people; If anyone offends me, he will your whole family and beat you to regret why you are still born in the world.

Tong Xiu was still fighting with the trapped beasts, and used his last strength to urge the internal strength of the evil sword to be promoted, and his hands were raised, shooting out countless soul-snatching golden needles, wanting to die with Ling Cao.

The blades of each golden needle flashed with a faint blue light, and they were all extremely vicious and poisonous.

Ling Cao was not afraid of the rain of golden needles, and only raised his hands lightly, and the internal strength of the silkworm magic power turned into tangible silk, weaving an impermeable and sticky sky net, and staining the golden needles all over the sky into the net.

Tong Xiujing saw that Ling Cao's Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill was so powerful, and his face suddenly turned like ashes, and his eyes flashed with despair.

Ling Cao had no mercy, only to see that her pretty face was cold and unexpected, and that day the silkworm divine power spit out again, along the silk thread, silently penetrated into the enemy's meridians, and at the same time cut off his internal breath and extinguished his vitality.

Tong Xiujing, a senior Manchurian holy elector, waited until his end, and his eyes slowly became dead fish-like, and gradually he only had qi out, but not qi, until he fell into the sleep of death.

When Ling Cao saw the bronze treasure chest suddenly appear in the void, he suddenly felt like he was in another world.

It's a pity that the current situation is dangerous, and Liu Huiniang's memory is seriously warning Ling Cao not to be in a hurry to be sad and emotional, and not to commit Wenqing's illness. Helping Luo Zhenren survive the four heavenly tribulations is the most urgent thing at the moment.

Since Luo Zhenren was hit by Tong Xiujing with a wedding dress, collapsed the seven-star altar, and broke the protective formation, the situation is not ideal at all.

Luo Zhenren's Yuanying Boy had already lost his calm and calm posture in the thunderstorm, like a flat boat in the sea, crumbling in the storm, and he could be shattered by the more and more violent thunder blades at any time.

The four heavenly tribulations, also known as the ninety-nine thunder tribulations, contain a total of eighty-one thunder tribulation storms, and every hour, nine thunder tribulations must be summoned, and a total of nine consecutive hours need to be supported before the tribulation can be considered successful.

At this time, there were a total of sixty-nine and fifty-four rounds of thunder tribulation in the past, and Luo Zhenren still needed to continue to fight for three more hours, but looking at the state of the Yuanying boy, it seemed that he couldn't survive for half an hour.

Zhou Tong is a veteran martial arts master with rich experience, and when he sensed that the situation was not good, he immediately transmitted the news into the secret, and asked Luo Zhenren to go all out to deal with the catastrophe, and handed over Zhang Tianshi and Bamboo Crowns Immortal to him to hold them back.

Luo Zhenren did not agree, he had a deep friendship with Zhou Dong and knew the details, if he was in his prime, Zhou Dong might not be afraid of Zhang Tianshi and Bamboo Crowned Immortals, but now that he is old and weak, he is definitely not the opponent of the two quasi-heavenly immortals. He can't be so selfish as to let his old friend face the danger.

As for the Li Master who was at the peak level of the two Heavenly Tribulations, she was automatically ignored by Luo Zhenren, and although her Ignorance Kagura was powerful, she couldn't reverse the battle situation in this realm.

Zhou Tong saw Luo Zhenren's scruples, immediately laughed, took out an object from his arms, raised his neck and swallowed it in his mouth, and then his blood soared, and his fighting spirit surged.

"Thanks to Brother Huyan's thoughtfulness, he prepared the arms of this thousand-year-old ginseng immortal for the old man early, and now I have recovered my strength in the prime of life, and I am no longer afraid of any bamboo shoot crown immortals and Zhang Tianshi. Luo Zhenren, you don't want to go to the tribulation soon. ”

Zhou Tong said, his right fist struck out in a row, and the unprecedentedly strong essence of the fist intent burst out, and in an instant, Zhang Tianshi's Qinglong and White Tiger Yuanshen each stumbled.

Luo Zhenren got help, took the opportunity to get out, took back the Vermilion Bird and Qilin incarnations, no longer entangled with Zhang Tianshi, raised his head and let out an angry roar, soared through the clouds, and rushed into the violent thunderstorm.

Liu Yongxi, the bamboo crown immortal, saw Luo Zhenren go all out to cross the catastrophe, and threw himself into the thunderstorm with his yuan infant and body, making a posture of "if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent", not angry but smiling, muttering with a hideous face

"Dansheng, the poor Dao has been waiting for you to do this for a long time, you can see it, show me the spirit of the Hundred Spirits, restore the spirit of my great witch, Xingtian Dance is a dry relative, and the fierce will is always there, E."

He reached into the treasure bag and took out a demonic treasure, which was a red bead that was dripping and spinning, which turned into a meteor in an instant and drilled into the body of Dijiang Yuanying.

Dijiang Yuanying absorbed this red bead, and its aura suddenly changed, and it transformed into a headless demon god with heaven and earth above his head, dancing with his left hand and holding a shield with his right hand.

When Master Li saw it next to him, he suddenly lost his face and said, "Oh, it's not good, this is the Xingtian Demon Body." ”

It was too late, it was fast, and before Master Li, Zhou Tong and the others could react in time, the Xingtian Demon Body had already started to act, its speed was faster than the speed of light, completely ignoring the spatial distance, and it disappeared in a flash, appearing at the core of the thunderstorm.

This demon body has a strange ability, as soon as the thundercloud storm of the four thunder tribulations encounters it, it will automatically disperse, and it will not hurt it in the slightest, and it will be behind Luo Zhenren in an instant.

Dancing and swinging viciously, Luo Zhenren's Yuanying boy only cared about fighting the thunderstorm, but someone behind him was plotting, and with a "poof" sound, he was smashed into a pulp.