As soon as the mid-Mahayana monk raised his right hand, he sent out a fiery red circle of light to block Cheng Ling's sword qi attack, and his left hand popped out continuously, and one after another fire dragons rushed over.

The dragon sword shook continuously, turning into several afterimages, and several fire dragons were shattered in an instant. It's just that the force of the shock is extremely strong, and the body can't keep it, so it retreats sharply.

On the other side, Jian Yinghao and Evil Wind faced the two early Mahayana monks respectively, and in the end there was a big difference of realm, they were already defending more and attacking less, so they could only entangle each other to the death.

Zhang Hu, Song Yingjie, Bai Suzhen, and Xiao Changtian surrounded the last Mahayana early stage monk in the center, and the four of them took turns to fight, and they frequently made killing moves, but they had a little upper hand, but it was extremely difficult to repel the other party.

Wu Chenlong led the hundred Zhantang disciples behind him, taking the lead, like a wedge deep into the group of thousands of monks. He knew that Cheng Ling and the others would definitely not be able to hold out for long while carrying the attack of the four Mahayana monks, and only by taking these disciples of the Battle Hall away from the battlefield could they get out.

Before leaving, Cheng Ling instructed that once the situation is critical, don't hesitate, go straight out of the encirclement, find an opportunity to return to Wuxiang Valley, and they will solve the rest of the matter.

The long-term hard training and tacit understanding were finally revealed at this moment, and the hundreds of Zhantang disciples cooperated to form a sword formation, and the formation transformation continued to impact the group of monks. The monks who came to encircle and suppress this time, except for the four Mahayanas, the rest of the monks were below the tribulation period, and the threat to them was not great.

After hitting a stick of incense, the group of monks was killed by Wu Chenlong and others to create a gap. He turned his head and glanced at Cheng Ling and the others, gritted his teeth, and ordered: "Chong, don't fight, meet in your hometown after escaping!"

Hundreds of disciples agreed one after another, and they were all wearing high-grade armor and had extremely strong defense. In the face of the attack of the group of monks, as long as it was not a vital point, he ignored it, followed closely behind Wu Chenlong, and escaped.

Cheng Ling's divine sense has been paying attention to the changes on the battlefield, and when he saw Wu Chenlong and the others get out, he breathed a sigh of relief. Said to Jian Yinghao and the others: "Don't fall in love, find a chance to get out!"

Zhang Hu and the four of them were the most relaxed, and after receiving Cheng Ling's order, they suddenly burst out with a powerful attack, temporarily repelling the monk in the early stage of Mahayana, and the four of them let out a shout and chose a different direction to escape.

Evil Wind and Jian Yinghao were not so lucky, facing the monks in the early stage of Mahayana, it was difficult to remain undefeated, but they were suppressed to death, and there was no room to escape.

Cheng Ling was anxious in his heart, this was only the monks who came from the south, if the monks from the other three directions caught up, plus a few Mahayana monks, none of them would be able to escape from here.

Thinking of this, without hesitation, his body flew into the air, his hands were closed, he grabbed the hilt of the Dragon Yin Sword, and slashed down towards the mid-Mahayana monk on the opposite side with a fierce sword.

The monk drew several fiery red circles with both hands, unloaded most of Cheng Ling's attacks, and his body flickered, instantly behind Cheng Ling, and slapped it fiercely with one palm.

Cheng Ling took a step in the air, flashed the opponent's palm attack with a slight difference, and connected the points with his two fingers, and the Long Ling sword suddenly rushed out of his body, turning into several sword rays and killing the monk.

The monk's heart froze, the other party was still holding a sword weapon in his hand, where did the sudden sword light come from? But that sharp sword qi really cut into his own body, and he couldn't resist it in a hurry, so he could only retreat back.

Cheng Ling was waiting for this opportunity, and after using the Long Ling Sword to force the other party back, he put his hands together into sword fingers, and kept going

Point on the blade of the sword.

The Dragon Ling Sword was instantly suspended in mid-air, and the sword body spun extremely quickly, but in the blink of an eye, it turned from a long sword to two, four, eight, and sixteen....... The number of swords increased exponentially until sixty-four.

"Gossip Extinction Sword!"

Sixty-four long swords were connected by the fingers, and instantly lined up in mid-air into a gossip pattern. Each sword exudes a sharp edge.

"Turn!"

As the words fell, sixty-four long swords moved, lined up in a huge circle and rotated extremely fast, approaching several Mahayana monks as they turned, and the sword qi that overflowed around the circle continued to rub against the air, making a sneering sound!

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The pupils of the mid-Mahayana monk shrank, and the sword aura made him feel irresistible, so he could only temporarily avoid the edge and distance himself from Cheng Ling again.

The remaining three early Mahayana monks were even more unbearable, and while retreating sharply, they cast a number of spells one after another, trying to resist the attack of the sword circle.

The pressure of the evil wind and the sword hero was light, and they suddenly broke out of the battle circle.

Cheng Ling's forehead was prominent, like a small snake constantly swimming. The Bagua Extinction Sword Technique is an extremely powerful killing move in the Flying Sword Technique, and the only drawback is that the spiritual power consumed is too great. Therefore, he has rarely used it, and if it weren't for the ninth turn of the Divine Soul reaching the first turn, it would not have been possible to release it at all.

Even so, with the power of one person, to maintain the sword technique, but also against the four Mahayana monks, his spiritual power was plummeting, and his face turned pale in a moment.

Seeing this, Jian Yinghao was about to step forward to help, but he was caught by the evil wind, and shouted urgently: "Now is not the time to fight, Cheng Ling is trying to find a way to drag them so that we can leave, if you come forward to help, not only will it be useless, but all the efforts he made before will be in vain." ”

Jian Yinghao suddenly came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and said to Cheng Ling: "Thousands of miles away in the south, in the Sheep's Head Mountains, Brother Evil Wind and I are waiting for you there, Brother Cheng, you must come!"

After speaking, while the four Mahayana were all contained, he pulled the evil wind and rushed out towards the south!

At this time, Cheng Ling insisted very hard, the four great Mahayana temporarily avoided the edge, the body retreated sharply, and gradually opened the distance, to control the sword technique from a distance, the spiritual power consumed was greater.

"I can't go on like this, if my mental power is exhausted, I will fall into a state of faintness. Swordsmanship, up!"

The high-speed rotating sword circle stopped instantly, and as Cheng Ling's fingers turned, they flew towards the sky. Sixty-four swords flew into the air, covering an even larger area.

"Fall! The rain hits the plantains!"

In an instant, sixty-four sword weapons turned into shining white light, falling straight down from mid-air, and each long sword seemed to be a meteor, falling extremely fast. Where have the four Mahayana seen such swordsmanship, and they don't know how to resist it.

The mid-Mahayana monk shouted, "Defensive shield!"

With that, he stretched his hands upward, and a fiery red light shield spread out above his head, resisting the sword aura that was sprinkled like a torrential rain.

The other three Mahayana monks suddenly came to their senses, and one by one they raised the light shield above their heads.

Snort!

The light of the sword qi fell, and the friction with the light mask kept ringing!

The mid-Mahayana monk was shocked in his heart, and his divine sense swept over, and he saw that Cheng Ling's face was covered with sweat, and the steam above his head was like a white streak

The smoke curled up, and he hurriedly said loudly: "Resist, he can't hold on for long!"

The remaining three early Mahayana monks were in high spirits, and they continuously fed their true essence into the defensive light, resisting the attack of the crazy sword qi light.

In less than half a cup of tea, Cheng Ling was soaked with sweat, and there was a sharp pain in his brain, knowing that his spiritual power was greatly consumed, and he was already at the end of his strong crossbow.

The two fingers crossed several apertures, the sword qi light disappeared instantly, and the Long Ling Sword returned to him, up and down, ready to attack at any time!

"Radiant!"

The tongue bloomed with spring thunder, squeezing out four big characters from between his teeth, squeezing his only remaining spiritual power, and the light of the dragon feather sword shone brightly, as if it was a round of the sun rising, and the dazzling light was wrapped in a fierce sword qi and shot towards the four great Mahayanas.

"It's so dazzling! Not even his divine sense can catch his position!"

"Damn, it's just a tribulation period, what kind of swordsmanship is this!"

The Four Mahayana were blinded by the dazzling light, and the divine consciousness could not play a role for the time being, and in horror, they retreated sharply again!

After a long time, the light slowly faded, and the sight and consciousness returned.

They looked at Cheng Ling's place, and there was no trace of him. The four of them glanced at each other, and their hearts were all shocked, such a sword technique had never been seen in the Canglan Continent, even the Shura Sword Sect, which was famous for its swordsmanship by the nine major forces, had never heard of anyone using it.

"This son is not simple, it is definitely a disaster to let him grow up again, to show the head of the family as soon as possible, we must send more high-end combat power, we must strangle it!"

The monk in the middle of the Mahayana period had a gloomy face and said categorically.

The other three agreed, and ordered the monks who had arrived to search for traces of a few people around.

It's a pity that Cheng Ling has long left a hundred miles away.

Taking advantage of the gap between the four great Mahayana being disturbed by the sword technique and the divine sense, the sword technique was performed, and it had already come to the sky above the Yuan Ji Heaven. With a flying sword under his feet, he took out a Yuan Shen Pill from the ring, swallowed it all, and recovered the lost spiritual power.

He was glad that he could get the Golden Page again, without the Flying Sword Technique, the loss of this attack would be huge, maybe he could escape with his own combat strength, but Jian Yinghao and others must be more than lucky under the encirclement and suppression of the Four Great Mahayanas.

Flying all the way along the southern region, after leaving thousands of miles, he landed from the Yuanji Heaven. Flying in mid-air, the divine consciousness radiates to the maximum. The Sheep's Head Mountain Range that Jian Yinghao said doesn't know what kind of existence it is.

However, since the other party persuaded himself to go at such a time of crisis, there must be some truth. After three days of searching in the mountains, I finally found something.

From a distance in mid-air, the mountain range in front of you is oval-shaped, and two other peaks stand tall on either side, looking like a sheep's head.

He flew over slowly, his divine sense swept over, but he didn't find any trace of Sword Hero and Evil Wind. After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly came to my senses. He is using the sword technique, and his speed is more than ten times that of normal flight, so he is naturally much faster than them.

Since the two of them hadn't arrived yet, they first looked for a hidden place and hid for the time being, taking the opportunity to recover the consumed sword yuan and spiritual power.

Looking down the mountain, I soon found a cliff at the back of the sheep's head, which was very secret, and there was a bulge in the middle of the cliff, which was suitable for hiding.

He flew over, landed on the raised cliff, and with a few swords in his hand, split open a temporary cave, and drilled into it!