Seeing the monk in front of him approaching step by step, Cheng Ling did not easily launch the formation, but hid aside and waited patiently. Because of the rush of time, the grade of the Lost Trace Formation under the setting is not high, only seven grades.

However, there is a subtlety of this Lost Formation that it allows the monks who enter the central area of the formation to be divided into different individuals. Generally speaking, the more than 300 monks who entered the formation, as long as the formation was activated, it was difficult to sense the position of their teammates.

They searched carefully and moved slowly. It's close, it's .......!

Suddenly, Cheng Ling sprinkled dozens of array flags, and a burst of white mist instantly rose in the central area of the valley. The mist rose from the ground and filled the air in less than a few breaths, enveloping more than three hundred monks.

These fogs not only blocked their vision, but even their divine consciousness was affected, and they couldn't tell the direction at all. The monks who entered the room were a little nervous, and they all roared loudly, but no one reacted to their roars.

Cheng Ling was waiting for this moment, he instantly rushed into the formation and launched a merciless slaughter of the monks who were caught in the fog!

The dragon sword emerged from all angles, and before the monk in the mist could react, it was pierced through the center of the eyebrows, and even the primordial spirit was annihilated together.

Ouyang Tian and Nangong Ba felt a strong crisis, and they took every precaution, but they still fell for Cheng Ling's tricks. Knowing that the opponent's formation was of extremely high grade, he would have faced so many of them, but he just used concealment methods.

Who knew that the other party had a huge appetite, and he didn't have the slightest mentality of escaping, but wanted to swallow them all! A scream kept coming from his ears, and every time he killed someone, Cheng Ling let their voices echo in the formation.

The monks who entered the formation gradually felt panic, the enemy could not feel it anywhere, and the fear of death gradually occupied their hearts, and they all went crazy. Some cast a string of spells against the formation regardless of loss, and some brandished long swords and fought with the air!

Ouyang Tian and Nangong Ba were divided in different directions, and there was nothing to be done for a while, the two of them were not good at the formation, but instinctively kept bombarding around, in a vain attempt to open a passage, as for the life and death of the more than 300 clan disciples, it was no longer in the scope of consideration.

Every time Nangong Ba fired a shot, he shouted loudly: "Cheng Ling, come out for me, you have the ability to face the duel!"

The spells in Ouyang Tian's hands were constantly played, and the roar was endless, and he scolded in his mouth: "Stinky boy, my Ouyang family and you don't share the sky!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Cheng Ling's mouth, deaf to him, and he just kept shuttling in the formation space. More than 300 family members, to kill all of them, it takes a lot of time.

Gradually, after half an hour, more than half of the three hundred people were killed, and less than a hundred monks remained. At this time, he wanted to find those monks to kill, and it began to be difficult. There were many areas isolated by the formation, and he didn't know if there were any monks in the area he had broken through in the next moment.

Running through more than a dozen spaces in a row, all of them were empty, some of them had already been killed by him, and some of them had no monks at all. Bursts of roaring sound came from all around, and they didn't know which area of the monks were bombarding the formation.

Weaving in one of these directions, he suddenly saw a spear slashing at the door in front of him. Long Yin's sword was raised, and a sword slashed at the front of the spear, and his arm was faintly numb.

Heart

Startled, he raised his eyes and found that Nangong Ba looked at him coldly and said, "Damn Cheng Ling, avenge Hao'er today!"

Cheng Ling took a deep breath, and the blood veins in her body seemed to be boiling. Nangong Ba, a monk in the early stage of Mahayana! Since the misty doppelganger, he once again faced an opponent who was a great realm higher, he was not afraid at all, the dragon sword swung lightly, and he hit it with a faint wave of smoke.

The smoky sword aura, coupled with the mist in the formation, gave Nangong Ba's divine sense a hint of illusion, and he almost couldn't catch the trajectory of the long sword, and at the most critical moment, the spear was across his chest to block the killing sword!

Nangong Ba's heart froze, he put away his contempt, the spear in his hand turned into a dragon, and the shadow of the gun pressed towards the other party!

Cheng Ling secretly said that it was a pity, the sword just now wanted to use the power of the formation, at least to make the other party suffer something, who would have thought that it would be blocked at the last moment. Mahayana monks, really extraordinary!

Seeing the opponent's spear shadow attacking, his body retreated sharply, the dragon yin sword retracted, the two fingers connected the points, and the dragon sword appeared, crossing a strange arc and instantly came behind the other party. At this time, there is a formation fog to obstruct it, and you don't have to worry about being discovered by others!

"Up!

As soon as the dragon feather sword turned into five, it suddenly appeared behind Nangong Ba, turning into five sword rays and shooting away like a storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

As if the rain hit the plantain, the sound of swords and guns clashing was endless, Nangong Ba retreated again and again, and the powerful decompression made his arm faintly numb!

Cheng Ling's fingers kept changing in front of his chest, and the sword light that Long Ling's sword turned into was like a jumping elf, and ten percent of the sword intent was poured into it, and the sword light flashed from all directions.

Nangong Ba was inexplicably frightened, and the spear in his hand danced like a long dragon, winding around his body, constantly resisting Cheng Ling's sword strikes! For the first time, he felt Cheng Ling's difficulty, and the opponent's swordsmanship moved at will, and the speed was extremely fast, and he didn't know where to resist at all.

"Fall!"

After a stalemate of incense for a while, Nangong Ba was completely at a disadvantage, but his toughness and staying power were amazing, even if it was an extremely fast sword attack, it was not enough to kill in a short period of time!

Like a torrential rain, the sword light that turned into five paths diverged again, becoming ten, twenty, and thirty....... Until a hundred, a thousand!

Nangong Ba roared angrily, the spear turned into hundreds of afterimages, and one by one the spear dragons bombarded towards the falling sword light.

Snort!

The spear in his hand is not as agile as Edgeworth. Resisting hundreds of attacks, the remaining sword light still injured him in many places, and the sword yuan eroded towards his musculoskeletal body, and the true yuan passed away significantly.

A cold light flashed in Cheng Ling's eyes, and he keenly felt that the opponent's momentum had decreased, and his swordsmanship had improved again, and hundreds of sword rays shot away. As soon as the hands were closed, the dragon chanted the sword, jumped high, and slashed down with a sword!

Rumble~!

With a strong impact force, the spear in Nangong Ba's hand was cut into an arc, and then dense sword light followed, and dozens of swords were shot out in an instant. Nangong Ba's hands trembled slightly, and the continuous blows made his arm meridians not run smoothly!

Cheng Ling seized the opportunity, the golden light of the world, the flowing water of the ten thousand rivers, and the eternal sky, the three sword moves were continuously struck, picking off the opponent's spear, and slashing horizontally on the chest.

Nangong Ba spewed out a rain of blood, and his body was in a hurry

Retreat into the fog. But where did he escape Cheng Ling's pursuit, Xuankong stepped out, the fingertips in his hands did not stop, the sword light followed like a shadow, the two swords before and after instantly pierced his eyebrows, and the sharp sword qi rushed into his brain, shattering the Yuan Shen!

Nangong Ba's eyes widened, a look of disbelief flashed in his empty eyes, and his body fell backwards heavily!

Cheng Ling gasped for breath, the Mahayana monk was too difficult to kill. The strength of this battle just now was exhausted, and he relied on his familiarity with Nangong Ba's marksmanship, and all kinds of means came out, and it took him more than half an hour to kill him.

If he hadn't fought Nangong Hao and wasn't familiar with the marksmanship he used, it might take more time to win. Even so, after the First World War, Jian Yuan almost bottomed out. He hurriedly sat down cross-legged, took out a handful of pills and swallowed them in his mouth, recovering the sword yuan in his body.

While recovering, I think about it in my head. Nangong Ba's cultivation is only the first to enter the Mahayana period, which is slightly inferior to Zhiyun Ethereal, but the opponent is a real body, and many marksmanship and martial arts can be used proficiently, so it is naturally more difficult to kill.

In this valley, in addition to Nangong Ba, there is also Ouyang Tian, his cultivation is a cut above Nangong Ba, whether he can take the opportunity to kill the other party, he really needs to weigh it.

Counting the time spent fighting with Nangong Ba, nearly two hours have passed, I don't know if the monks of several other major forces will come from here, if there are too many people coming, the Lost Trace Formation set up by himself will not last long at all.

Thinking of this, he categorically decided to leave immediately and could not delay any longer. But before you leave, you still have to make some preparations.

After Jian Yuan recovered a little, he took action, first put Nangong Ba's body into the ring, broke away from the formation area, and came to the place where Yun Jingwen was hidden.

Yun Jingwen was waiting anxiously in place, and only when she saw him turn around did she put her mind at ease and asked, "Brother Cheng, how is the situation outside?"

"I don't know very well, just kill Nangong Ba, while they haven't found out yet, let's go quickly!"

Yun Jingwen was shocked in her heart, isn't Nangong Ba a Mahayana monk, Cheng Ling can actually kill him? Such a cross-border killing of the enemy, could it be that he has been promoted in the Taoist temple? It's just that now is not the time to ask, so he obediently lay on Cheng Ling's back.

Cheng Ling picked her up, and then headed towards the north, flew for about a hundred miles, and deliberately left some traces, took out Nangong Ba's body from the ring, took off the storage ring in the other party's hand, and threw it on the side of the road.

After some arrangement, he turned to the west and made a large circle in the direction of the west, only to erase the traces left along the way, and walked all the way to the dense forest in the south.

He unleashed his divine consciousness to the fullest, choosing only remote mountain roads and dense forests to advance. Along the road, he kept erasing the traces left behind, and he walked like this for more than a month, but it was very calm, and he barely encountered a single monk of the nine major forces.

At this time, he was relieved and carefully identified the direction, his current location was already very close to the 100,000 Great Mountain, if he wanted to return to the Famous Sword Academy, he only needed to follow the direction of the 100,000 Great Mountain and travel from the southeast, he could reach it.

It's just that he has been vigilant along the road, and his mental power has been consumed hugely, and Jian Yuan has never recovered to his peak state.

After persisting for another ten days, I finally saw the mountain range of 100,000 mountains, and I was overjoyed.