In the southern mountain range of the Canglang Continent, there are several routes from the Ouyang family to the Imperial Sword Gate. It's just that there are many mountains in the south, and several routes are blocked by mountain ranges, and there is only one route to lead many monks through together at the fastest speed without hindrance.

That is to pass through the longest demon stream canyon in the south and reach the southeast coast for thousands of miles. The Demon Stream Canyon is a large mountain crack in the south, which is thousands of miles long and 100 zhang wide, and the canyon is surrounded by towering mountain walls on both sides.

The thousand-mile-long canyon is shrouded in mist all day long, and the aura above the canyon is very disordered, and thunderclouds can fall at any time. In addition, there are many demon beasts, especially flying demon beasts, ordinary monks do not dare to fly above the canyon, and can only use their body skills to pass through the ground.

This gave Cheng Ling and the others an excellent opportunity to ambush, and the Ouyang family dispatched more than 30,000 monks, and their cultivation was uneven, and they would definitely not dare to fly above the canyon. The fog in the canyon is thick, which has an impact on the divine sense, and it is impossible to pass through the canyon for thousands of miles, without more than ten days.

From the entrance of the canyon to a hundred miles inward, Cheng Ling, Liu Qingyan, and Evil Wind were hidden in the cave on the mountain wall, and their divine consciousness always paid attention to the changes at the entrance.

They had been squatting in the canyon for a whole day, and the disciples of the Formation Hall were responsible for setting up hundreds of hidden caves. The Lost Trace Formation covered a distance of 100 miles, and as long as the people of the Ouyang family entered it, they would definitely not be able to get out easily.

Time passed slowly, and Cheng Ling kept releasing his divine consciousness to the maximum range, paying attention to the changes outside the canyon. After a long time, the edge of the divine consciousness touched the monk of the Ouyang family. He let out a long breath and said, "Here, let's get ready, don't take it lightly first, and wait until those monks enter the canyon before you do it!"

Liu Qingyan nodded and passed the news on.

The area covered by the Baizhang Lost Formation was carefully calculated by Cheng Ling and the disciples of the Array Hall. There were more than 5,000 monks who participated in the ambush on this trip, more than 4,000 monks from Wuxianggu and the Zhou family, more than 1,000 people from Fengyanzong, and five Mahayana monks.

Cheng Ling and the three of them were guarding the entrance of the canyon, while the five monks of the Feng Yan Sect were at the end of the Lost Formation Formation. The distance of 100 zhang in the middle was the enveloping range of the Lost Trace Array, and such a length could satisfy more than 30,000 monks of the Ouyang family to enter it.

Once they all entered, Cheng Ling and the five Mahayana monks of Feng Yanzong would appear, cut off the front and back ends of the Ouyang family monks, and then the rest of the monks would launch an ambush in the canyon, completely strangling the more than 30,000 monks in the Lost Trace Formation.

After a stick of incense, the monks of the Ouyang family entered the canyon, and Cheng Ling patiently hid in the cave and waited. The speed at which they were traveling was extremely fast, and it was obvious that the situation of the Imperial Sword Sect, the Nine Heavens Sect, and the Martial God Sect was not optimistic.

Because they were afraid of being discovered by the Mahayana monks led by the Ouyang family, they had already issued a strict order, and after they entered the valley, everyone had to restrain their breath, and even their divine consciousness could not be easily released, waiting for the ambush order.

Therefore, Cheng Ling also did not know how many Mahayana monks were dispatched for this rescue.

A quarter of an hour later, all the monks entered the canyon, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Ouyang Lin and Ouyang Shan walked at the forefront of the team, keenly feeling a hint of tension. The two glanced at each other, and Ouyang Shan said, "Third brother, the situation doesn't seem right, it's too quiet!"

Ouyang Lin nodded slightly, and said, "I also feel that something is wrong, let everyone speed up, we will pass through the Demon Stream Canyon today!"

Ouyang Shan was about to speak, empty

There was a wave in the air, followed by a gray-black mist rising from the ground. The fog was thick and fast, enveloping all the monks in less than a moment.

His face changed greatly, and he shouted in a lost voice: "It's not good, it's like a mist rising from the formation, everyone rush forward with me!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, and there were bursts of "Xiu Xiu Xiu" sounds in the void, and tens of thousands of yellow lights shot out from the left and right sides at the same time.

Those yellow lights were extremely penetrating, and he saw that many monks in his family were hit by the yellow light, and one by one they showed a look of pain, and they couldn't even resist the inner armor they wore on their bodies.

Ouyang Lin's face changed drastically, and he said: "Damn, that wave of monks actually set up an ambush here, what are these, how can they have such a strong attack power!"

"Everyone gather together, sacrifice the defensive light shield, don't be left alone!"

The two of them were shocked in their hearts, screamed, and commanded the monks in the family to resist in a group. Unfortunately, those monks did not have this kind of battlefield experience, and most of them went their own way, just resisting the impact of yellow light from all directions. Only a small number of well-connected family monks gathered together in groups of three or five and sacrificed their defensive light shields.

In less than a tea time, more than 10,000 monks from the Ouyang family died!

Cheng Ling secretly said that it was a pity, the difficulty of refining talisman arrows was too high, and the number was limited. If there were more than 100,000 rune arrows, as long as it was less than half an hour, these more than 30,000 monks of the Ouyang family would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Unfortunately, the time is limited, these talismans and arrows are all seven-grade top talismans, and the talisman masters of the Poor Wuxiang Sword Sect and the Zhou family have only refined more than 20,000 talismans in more than half a year. At this point, it's time to wait for someone to take action!

"Zilongwei, kill the enemy with this sect!"

With an order, two hundred Purple Dragon Guards instantly burst out and slaughtered the Ouyang family monks in the canyon from the entrance!

The lethality generated by the rune arrow is stronger against monks below the merger period, and ordinary distracted monks can annihilate the primordial gods as long as they hit the vital point of the eyebrows. But beyond the merger period, it's not that simple, unless you shoot more than three times in a row, you can completely kill.

Cheng Ling knew this, so he let Zilongwei appear in advance, and the target was naturally a monk above the merger period of the Ouyang family. The Purple Dragon Guard who came this time has one hundred and fifty monks above the Merge Stage, and with the defensive power of the Purple Dragon Armor, one-on-one battles can generally gain the upper hand.

Cheng Ling, Liu Qingyan, and Evil Wind formed a triangular formation, and Cheng Ling advanced from the entrance of the canyon like a sharp arrow to the front of the Ouyang family's monk team. With the combat power of three people, those Merge Stage Cultivators were not enemies at all.

In less than a stick of incense, the three of them were at the front of the team. Cheng Ling raised his eyes and saw that more than two dozen monks in front of him were scuffling together. Five of them were Mahayana monks of Fengyan Sect, and the remaining dozen or so were all monks of the Ouyang family.

In the battlefield, a monk in the middle of the Mahayana period alone blocked three Fengyan Sect Mahayana monks, on the other side, two Mahayana early stage monks fought together, and the last Mahayana early stage monk of Fengyan Sect fought alone against the five monks of the Ouyang family.

Cheng Ling's consciousness swept away, and he instantly saw the situation in the melee clearly, and said to Liu Qingyan and the evil wind: "That mid-Mahayana monk should be Ouyang Lin, he handed it over to me, and you go to help the people of Feng Yanzong!"

The two of them agreed, pounced

To the five monks who crossed the robbery.

Cheng Ling stiffly inserted himself between the four Mahayana monks, and said to the three Mahayana Fengyan Sect monks: "He handed it over to me, and you helped kill Ouyang Mountain!"

The three of them were stunned, a little unbelievable, with the strength of the three of them, they couldn't get any bargain for Ouyang Lin in the middle of the Mahayana for a while, and Cheng Ling alone had the certainty of stopping the other party?

"The fighter plane is fleeting, it must be fast, I can hold it!" Cheng Ling took the spell from Ouyang Lin, shook his body, and urged!

At this time, it was the most critical moment, as long as they dragged Ouyang Lin and killed Ouyang Shan, they would be able to free their hands. At that time, where will the remaining monks still have the strength to resist.

Elder Wu glanced at Cheng Ling deeply, and instantly made up his mind and said, "Sect Master Cheng, then I'm bothering you, don't force it." ”

After that, he took two Mahayana elders and killed Ouyang Mountain.

Cheng Ling's eyes froze, and he directly sacrificed the Dragon Ling Sword. The three Mahayana monks of Feng Yanzong left and faced Ouyang Lin in the middle of Mahayana alone, just to verify their current combat strength.

A sneer overflowed from the corner of Ouyang Lin's mouth, and he said, "Boy, you really have a kind. It's really very strategic to set such a trap, but it's a pity that you're too conceited, and the old man will let you know what the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

As soon as his right hand was raised, he slapped several palms in a row, and one after another the fire dragons blasted towards Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling smiled indifferently, his fingers connected the dots on the Long Ling sword, and the long sword spun up and down, turning into a golden ball of light, and shouted in his mouth: "Golden light!"

The Nine Peerless Swords are the first time to use the Imperial Sword Technique!

The golden ball of light instantly came to the top of the two of them, and with the rapid rotation of the ball of light, one after another golden light shot out from the ball of light, and those fire dragons were instantly smashed by the golden light!

Ouyang Lin's face changed, his hands crossed a large circle, and the fire yuan power that overflowed in mid-air gathered over, forming a huge ball of fire-red light in front of his chest. He slapped his hands, and a dragon head suddenly appeared on the fireball, opened his bloody mouth, and pounced towards Cheng Ling!

Cheng Ling was unmoved, the speed of the finger point was extremely fast, and the light ball rotated more violently, and every time it rotated, a golden sword shot out and hit the soaring fire dragon.

The fire dragon was constantly stabbed by the golden sword, and the huge dragon head gradually shrank, soaring in the space between the two. The golden sword tightly wound the fire dragon, and the sword qi was sharp, and in just a tea time, the thick dragon body was cut in half.

Ouyang Lin's face was gloomy, and the true yuan in his body was continuously fed into the fire dragon, and only half the size of the fire dragon was still crashing towards Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling only used his left hand to pinch out the finger duel, and with a flick of his right hand, the dragon chanting sword was sacrificed, and the sword fell down with the previous sword!

Thundered~!

A huge popping sound came out, and the two of them flew back and fought for half a catty!

Ouyang Lin's face changed greatly, he couldn't imagine that the opponent's combat power was so amazing, the difference was a small realm and his own fight, and what was even more terrifying was the opponent's swordsmanship. The method of controlling the attack of the long sword by just pointing is indeed different from the ordinary sword technique.

He exclaimed, "Who the hell are you!"

Cheng Ling sneered and said, "Go to the underworld and ask about the bull head and horse noodles!"

Ouyang Lin was surprised where the bull head and horse face were sacred, Cheng Lingxuan stepped out, came to him in an instant, and swept towards Ouyang Lin with a sword!