Half an hour later, Wang Zhenfeng obviously felt that Rong Chengjin's skills had decreased significantly. But he was also uncomfortable, Wang Zhenfeng's cultivation of the Heavenly Immortal Recipe relied on Wang Chongquan to lead him by himself, and he avoided risks after constantly figuring it out, and then taught it. Although he did not repeat the mistakes of the past, he forcibly cultivated, his foundation was unstable, and he was never able to fully control his true qi.

The longer the two struggled, the more true qi gathered, and although Wang Zhenfeng became more and more fierce, he vaguely gained the upper hand. But the true qi in his body was full, like a wild horse that had escaped, constantly rushing and stirring in the sea of qi in his chest and abdomen. Just as he was about to endure the pain of the backlash and shoot at Rong Chengjin and give a fatal blow, he suddenly felt a hairpuff in his throat, couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, roared, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Ling Shiyi hurriedly snatched out left and right, helped Ling Shiyi up, and protected him behind him.

Rong Chengjin landed in front of Ling Shiyi and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Ling Shiyi saw that he was languishing in front of him, and he no longer seemed to be emotionally radiant. In an official tone, he said: "Thief, I will not lay a net here on the orders of the prince, and it is difficult to escape from disciplining you, I advise you to arrest ....... as soon as possible."

Rong Chengjin sneered: "You have thousands of troops, what am I afraid of! If you don't get out of the way, you all have to die here!"

Ling Shiyi didn't say anything more, and shouted: "Formation!"

Before the words fell, fifty or sixty people flew out and were divided into two teams, one team each carried a cloth bag in their hands and occupied the four sides; the remaining forty or fifty people, each of whom held a rope in their hands, about three zhang long, one in the east and one in the west, crisscrossed and crisscrossed, really like a spider's web, surrounded Rong Chengjin in the center. The swinging formation flew up and down, like a group of snakes dancing wildly, Rong Chengjin looked at it in the moonlight, and saw that the steel needles on the rope were revealed, densely like wheat mangs, and the blue light was shining, and at a glance, he knew that it was simmering with poison.

Rong Chengjin raised the Mo Evil Sword in his hand and groaned: "Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tried." Who has a grievance today?"

Ling Shiyi sneered when he heard this: "What a swordsman, I want to see how you are strong?

Everyone got the order, and they just wanted to urge the formation. I only heard Rong Chengjin sneer, his figure flashed, and in an instant, he broke through the two layers of barriers and broke away from the core. In an instant, several people died under the sword, and the screams were continuous.

Ling Shiyi suddenly lost his attention, and was about to give orders, but he couldn't see Rong Chengjin's location clearly, just a figure in front of him was swimming and shuttling in the crowd, and everywhere he went, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and no one could stop him.

Most of the people have not yet reacted, and they have all been buried in Huangquan.

Ling Shiyi was shocked and inexplicable, and kept urging in his mouth: "Release the arrows, let go of the gambling, shoot him quickly!"

The crowd has already become a pot of porridge, those who release arrows release arrows, those who dance ropes dance ropes, and those who scatter poisonous sand scatter poisonous sand, hurting their own people.

Most of the ropes used in the spider silk array were cut into several sections by Rong Chengjin with a long sword, and they had long been useless; the archers could not aim at Rong Chengjin's figure, which was useless, not only did they not shoot Rong Chengjin but accidentally injured many colleagues, only the dozen or so Tang Sect disciples were poisoned with sand like smoke and smoke.

This sand is made by the master of poison refining of Tangmen in Sichuan with five kinds of highly poisonous things, extremely poisonous, very light physique, when it encounters the wind, it is like smoke and fog in the air, which makes people unable to see clearly. Once it gets on the skin, it burns and festers, and if it gets into the eyes, it blinds people, and if it is inhaled, it can kill people immediately, and it is not more dangerous.

Rong Chengjin didn't know the power of the Five Poison Divine Sand, and after running in the sand fog for a while, he felt that his skin was itching terribly, his eyes were red, as if he was being burned by fire, and he couldn't help but have tears rippling and couldn't open his eyes.

Ling Shiyi saw that his body slowed down and his feet seemed to be staggering, and after a little thought, he understood, and shouted: "The thief is injured, it won't last long, everyone, hurry up!"

Rong Chengjin suddenly felt a tingling pain in his legs, like a mosquito bite, and the sore spot began to be paralyzed, gradually spreading outward, and his heart was angry, and he grabbed a rope with his left hand, and pulled it into his hand. Swinging vigorously towards everyone, a long rope is like a poisonous snake, or winding or winding, or striking or sweeping, and the ropes of the guards are entwined as soon as they touch.

Rong Chengjin waved his arm, and the two ropes were mixed together, like a two-headed dragon. Sometimes rampage, sometimes hovering, once wrapped in another one, pull hard, in the blink of an eye, snatch it again, wrap another one, pull again, and earn again. After a while, more than a dozen long tentacles sprouted from a rope, like an eight-clawed octopus in the sea. He roared, "Okay, let's all die together!

Everyone couldn't dodge, and immediately was stabbed by the poisonous needle on the rope, and the poison attacked, like being burned, and couldn't help but roll on the ground and howl, and after a while, the poison invaded the lungs, foamed at the mouth, and the legs were stiff!

Ling Shiyi saw that he was still so fierce after being poisoned, and in a moment he saw that he had killed six or seven more people, and his face couldn't help but turn pale. Hurriedly withdrew from the outside of the zhang, thought about it for a while, and came up with a countermeasure, hurriedly snatched the torch of the guard next to him, shook his arm, and threw it at Rong Chengjin.

Rong Chengjin vaguely saw a flash of fire coming from him, and hurriedly wrapped it up with a rope. When the torch meets the rope, it ignites as soon as it touches it.

Originally, in order to increase the toughness of these ropes, the ropes were soaked several times with tung oil, so although these ropes were difficult to break, they caught fire when encountered.

In an instant, dozens of fire dragons appeared in Rong Chengjin's hands, and they burned with a crackling sound.

Rong Chengjin felt that something was wrong, danced a few times, and just threw it away.

Ling Shiyi was very happy when he saw that Rong Chengjin had lost this long weapon, and he was busy with a few people, and saw that there were still more than 20 people, and there were many people, and he was sure to win. Overjoyed, he hurriedly cheered everyone up: "The thief is already poor in donkey skills, brothers, give it to me!"

All the guards pulled out their blades and rushed towards Rong Chengjin together, raising their knives and slashing.

I only heard Rong Chengjin chant softly: "Huachi jade liquid, golden and fiery, please summon true qi and pour it into my divine room." Flowing into the essence, tangible and intangible, mixed and unified, Shura!" said, holding the sword and standing proudly in the wind.

As soon as everyone rushed to Rong Chengjin's body, they saw a cold light flashing, like a piece of moonlight sprinkled on thousands of waves, rippling silver waves.

I only felt that the wind was cold, and suddenly, there seemed to be thousands of sharp swords stabbing out in front of me, and everyone couldn't regain their momentum, and after a few screams, there were sixteen more corpses on the grass. When Ling Shiyi looked down, he saw that the sixteen people had been pierced with holes, like a sieve beaten by rain.

Ling Shiyi glanced up at Rong Chengjin, only to see the void floating under his feet, as if it was not touching the ground, and his long sword pointed straight at him, slowly pressing towards everyone. His long hair was scattered and fluttered in the night wind, and his face was frozen and dull, without a trace of expression, as if he were a ghost.

Ling Shiyi looked closely at the blood-dripping long sword, and the catastrophe in the Central Plains Martial Arts more than forty years ago came to his mind. I couldn't help but tremble all over my body, and I couldn't stop shaking.

At that time, Ling Shiyi had just entered the Hebei Goshawk Sect to learn art under Shen Yingjie.

When Kunbudo made a big fuss in the Central Plains, he followed his master and came to Shaolin in Songshan, Henan Province to watch the masters of various sects compare their martial arts with the monks of Shura Temple.

Later, the martial arts evolved into a fight, and in that open land, thousands of masters of the Central Plains sect gathered, and the black pressure was overwhelming, surrounding more than a dozen monks of the Shura Temple in the middle, and the sound of killing was full of ears, surging to the middle like a wave.

I saw that Khumbudo used the Shura sword technique, just like chopping melons and vegetables, a sword stabbed out, and took away a fresh life, and in a blink of an eye, it was put down, and the corpses were all over the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the shadow of death shrouded everyone present.

Ling Shiyi's master and apprentice hurriedly took advantage of the chaos and fled.

After this battle, the vitality of the Central Plains martial arts was greatly damaged, and dozens of people from various sects went to eight or nine, and there were heavy casualties.

Now, more than 40 years later, those who survived still shudder and change their colors when they mention it.

"Yes...... Does Shura ....... Shura Sword Technique?" Ling Shiyi asked in a trembling voice, "Xi...... The Demon King of the Western Regions is back again! Escape...... Run away......."

One person said: "Lord Ling, don't be afraid, he has already been hit by the Tang Sect's black blood needle, even if it is a Da Luo Jin Immortal, he will not escape death!"

"Yes, yes, you see that his face is bloodless, his eyes are red and swollen and bloodshot, standing there without moving, he must have been poisoned deeply, and he can't see clearly, so he doesn't dare to move!

Ling Shiyi pondered for a while, and said: "Okay, brothers, let's go up together, kill him, let's go to the prince together to receive the reward, glory and wealth, enjoy it endlessly!"

After Ling Shiyi finished speaking, he pointed at his knife, and everyone rushed towards Rong Chengjin.

Suddenly, Rong Chengjin's arm was raised slightly, and another sword blade was gently stabbed out, and more than 100 sword holes were pierced on the guard's body, and blood gushed like a spring.

Ling Shiyi's frightened spirit was silent, as if there was no heartbeat, and he hurriedly retreated. He shouted, "Run! Rong Chengjin has already practiced the Shura Sword Technique!"

Before the words fell, he suddenly heard screams behind him, and when he looked back, the remaining dozen or so people died under Rong Chengjin's sword in an instant.

Wang Zhenfeng hurriedly turned his head and ran wildly, but before he could take a few steps, he saw a figure flashing, Rong Chengjin had already raised his sword in front of his chest, Wang Zhenfeng was terrified, and quickly turned around and ran to the right.

didn't want to take three steps as soon as he took a step, Rong Chengjin stopped in front of him with a sword.

Ling Shiyi tried several times, but was blocked by Rong Chengjin's ghostly spirit, Ling Shiyi saw that there was no hope of survival, he couldn't help but be disheartened for a while, looked up to the sky and sighed, and said: "That's it, it is also a blessing to be able to try the Shura Sword Technique of the mighty rivers and lakes today!" As he spoke, the person had rushed out like lightning, waved the steel knife to protect his body, and rushed to Rong Chengjin's body to slash eight times faster, the knife intent was dense, but it was fierce and fierce, and it was done in one go, and there was no trace of half a turning point in the middle, and Rong Chengjin was wrapped in the blade in an instant.

I saw Rong Chengjin's wrist shook, a sword stabbed out, the cold light floated, like ripples, and thousands of sharp swords came into Wang Zhenfeng's eyes in an instant.

Ling Shiyi suddenly felt that his whole body trembled slightly, and he felt numb for a while, and then he felt empty in his heart, and when he looked down, he saw that there were dozens of more sword holes on his body, and blood gushed out together, and he laughed dryly twice, and fell on his back.