Looking at the confrontation between the two parties, Zhao Shiyan smiled bitterly in his heart, the two sides have deep grievances, and it is not easy to mediate, so he has to worry about it along the way.

Sighing secretly, he came between the two forces, and said to the two: "Sect Master Cheng, King Jiao, don't be impatient, how about listening to the old man?"

The two looked at Zhao Shiyan obliquely and did not speak.

Zhao Shiyan comforted: "These towers were discovered by everyone at the same time, and everyone wants the treasures inside, you think this is good, how about the eight major forces plus Sect Master Cheng's side, how about dividing it into nine parts equally?"

"No, Cheng Ling has cracked more than ten towers before, and the rest will be distributed equally, isn't it clear that he will take advantage?"

Cheng Ling said indifferently: "The hands are fast, the hands are slow, you yourself are not capable, it will take several days to break through a tower, this sect does not have the patience to spend with you here, naturally it is first-come, first-served!"

Zhao Shiyan felt a big headache, and both sides refused to compromise, how could this be good.

Yun Piaomiao said coldly: "Anyway, you don't want to touch the tower in the back. ”

"What's the matter, it's still threatening, just rely on you, an old pious woman, and the sect is not in your eyes. ”

"Cheng Ling, don't be arrogant, the enemy of the doppelganger hasn't bothered with you yet!"

"How about it, you have the ability to bite me!"

Yun Miao trembled with anger, and the two balls on his chest floated up and down. Not to mention, although she is a lot older, because of her cultivation, she looks similar to a woman in her twenties, which is quite expected.

However, everyone obviously didn't pay attention to the crisp chest of the Yun Great Sect Master.

Dugu Jian said coldly: "Cheng Ling, don't get an inch, the tower you cracked already occupies one-fifth." ”

Murong Qian also threatened: "Cheng Ling, if you really want to make a move, I'm afraid that all of you dozen people will be buried here!"

Cheng Ling's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes surged with murderous intent. Originally, he didn't have much to do with the Murong family, but now he actually said a threat, the uncle can bear it, and the aunt can't bear it!

He said, "That sect will teach the master of the Murong family!"

Seeing that the two sides were tense, and they were about to break out! Zhao Shiyan hurriedly soothed: "Everyone, slow down, please listen to Zhao Mou's words, can you listen to Zhao Mou's words?"

Cheng Ling said coldly: "Master Zhao, don't waste your efforts, these guys are clearly bullying, I, Cheng Ling, just don't care, I can go up if I have the ability! No, you are all my grandsons." Come on, I'm your grandfather!"

Who is the grandson and who is the grandfather? Zhao Shiyan was dizzy.

But these words stabbed the hornet's nest, who of these bigwigs is not a high-ranking existence, ordinary monks are submissive when they see them, where do they dare to make nonsense in front of them.

Dugu Feng's right hand moved, grabbed the long sword in his hand, and prepared to move.

Here, Jian Yinghao and Evil Wind came to Cheng Ling's side in a flash, looking at them with fierce eyes.

Zhao Shiyan secretly complained, and hurriedly comforted: "Sect Master Cheng, don't get angry yet. In this way, the treasures in these towers are aside, how about I crack the palace formation first? There must be more precious treasures inside, and then you will each snatch the tower according to your ability, and the old man will not interfere!"

Damn, you two hundred and five, if you want to fight or kill, it's your convenience, the old man is angry at both ends, and he can't live this day. It's better to pry Cheng Ling outside the palace first

The formation is broken, and after you get the inheritance, you will be killed.

At that time, maybe my old Zhao family will still be able to reap the benefits of fishermen.

His abacus was extremely fine, and Cheng Ling understood it in an instant. But I have to say that the war now is extremely unfavorable to the Wuxiang Sword Sect, the five major forces on the Jiaowang side, the Mahayana monks have fifty-four, and there are only fourteen of them if you count yourself, it is almost a situation of one to three, and it is impossible to win.

Only by cracking the palace formation, and then waiting for the opportunity to unite the Shura Sword Sect and the Feng Yan Sect, it is best to pull the Zhao family over, so that there is a few chances of winning.

He glanced at Zhao Shiyan indifferently and said, "That's it, the head of the Zhao family sincerely persuades, and this sect will give you a face." But let's say it first, until the palace formation is cracked, no one can attack the tower again. ”

After speaking, he gently skimmed towards the Shura Sword Sect and the Fengyan Sect.

Zhao Shiyan immediately understood, and ran to Lu Jiansheng and Feng Feifei's side, and after a painstaking persuasion, the two agreed. Stop the attack, and beckoned all the monks in the sect to gather.

Cheng Ling glanced at the two of them, and said, "Sect Master Lu, Sect Master Feng, I don't know if our previous alliance still counts?"

The two of them blushed slightly, and hurriedly said: "Count, naturally count!"

"That's good, don't worry, since it's an alliance, this sect won't treat you badly. After the palace formation is cracked, I will help you break the ban outside the tower. ”

The eyes of the two lit up, and they hurriedly agreed.

Cheng Ling was relieved, and walked towards the main palace.

When you come to the palace, sit down cross-legged and meditate on the formation nodes. But he sat for three days, motionless up and down, but his eyes shone with mysterious lines.

The monks were also patient, and Li Guanglin looked at the formation of the main hall for a whole month, without the slightest progress. Even if Cheng Ling is better than Li Guanglin, it must not be possible to crack it in a short time. They sat on the ground one after another, quietly carrying the exercises, and restoring the true yuan consumed by the previous attack on the tower.

After another seven days, Cheng Ling finally moved. With a flick of his hands, he sprinkled dozens of flags, all of which hit the edge of the palace gate. Immediately after, the life and death prohibition in his hand was shot out at an extremely fast speed, and everyone only felt that his hands had disappeared, and only the forbidden light shot out from in front of him to the outer wall of the palace.

A moment later, a strong spatial fluctuation occurred outside the entire palace, and a huge transparent light mask, like a shelled egg, slowly degenerated from the top of the palace.

After a long time, the fluctuations gradually dissipated. Cheng Ling stood up, came to the front of the gate, exerted his arms with his arms, and after the "click" sound, the heavy stone door was pushed open. The monks behind him hurriedly rushed up, as if they were afraid that Cheng Ling would lock them out after entering the palace.

Cheng Ling smiled indifferently, he didn't bother to care, besides, there must be a dark shadow in the palace, and there were so many people who went in and didn't have to face it alone.

But his thoughts did not match the facts, after those monks rushed into the palace, it suddenly seemed as if something had been triggered, and under the dark light in the palace, dozens of lantern-like lights appeared. Immediately afterward, one after another fierce sword qi shot out.

The monk who rushed in front was suddenly shocked, Jiao Wang and the others were okay, they felt a strong killing intent in their busyness, and their reaction was fast enough, so they resisted the several sword qi that shot out, and retreated sharply.

But those are big

The monks in the early stage of the Mahayana period were not so lucky, each of these sword qi was equivalent to a swordsman at the peak of the Mahayana period to fight with all his strength, and it was already difficult to resist one, not to mention dozens of swords!

At the forefront were the monks of the Zhao family, the Murong family, the Ethereal Snow Sect, and the Duanmu family. Except for the Mahayana monks who had a high cultivation level and retreated to the palace gate at the cost of their injuries, the remaining dozen or so Mahayana early stage monks died on the spot, and even the Yuan Shen was shattered by the sharp sword qi.

"Oh no! There is such a powerful swordsman in it!"

"What's going on? Who are these people? Why not a shadow attack. ”

"Damn, those lanterns turned out to be the eyes of a swordsman, it's really terrifying, it's the first time I've encountered such a strong killing intent. ”

Frightened, the monks retreated and tried to flee the palace. But suddenly, the open palace gate automatically closed after those swordsmen emitted dozens of sword qi.

Those monks were shocked, and they slapped on the huge door, and some even turned their heads to Cheng Ling and said, "Sect Master Cheng, what's going on? Why does the palace gate close by itself? Let us go out, those swordsmen are really terrible!"

Jiaowang, Yun Piaomiao, Dugu Feng, Murong Qian, and Duanmu Cheng relieved themselves and cast suspicious glances at Cheng Ling. Even Zhao Shiyan, Lu Jiansheng, and Feng Feifei looked at Cheng Ling, and there was a hint of doubt in their eyes.

At this moment, Liu Qingyan beside him stretched out his right hand, and a fireball appeared in his palm, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Only then did everyone realize that there were more than a thousand swordsmen dressed in gray robes and carrying long swords neatly lined up in front of them. It's just that many of these swordsmen are blind, as if they are living dead, only swordsmen with fine eyes shining brightly, and after seeing Cheng Ling and the others, they immediately rushed up.

Lu Jiansheng shouted loudly: "Ancient Sword Cultivator, they are Ancient Sword Cultivator!"

Cheng Ling stubbornly blocked the joint attack of the two swordsmen, and the sword heroes, evil winds, Zhang Hu, Song Yingjie and others beside him also took over the next swordsman who rushed up. Over there, Lu Jiansheng, Zhao Shiyan, Feng Feifei, and the Mahayana Consummation Monks of the three major forces also faced the swordsmen who rushed up.

Suddenly, the palace was in a mess. Jiaowang and the others watched those swordsmen rush over without hesitation, and only then did they react, the door was definitely not closed by Cheng Ling, and he didn't have this time. Presumably, some kind of prohibition was triggered when he stormed the palace, which caused the gate to close automatically.

Cheng Ling fought very hard against one against two. These swordsmen all have the cultivation of the peak of the Mahayana period, and they are even higher than themselves. In addition, from the sword moves they made, they faintly caught the traces of the sword techniques used by the sword spirits in the Sword Pavilion.

He suddenly came to his senses, Lu Jiansheng was right, these swordsmen were indeed ancient sword cultivators.

Liu Qingyan watched Cheng Ling retreat again and again, rushed over to help, and took one of the swordsmen. Cheng Ling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and began to observe the specific situation in the palace.

There were more than 100 monks who entered the palace, but only 30 swordsmen came at them, and the rest stood still one by one, as if the battle in front of them did not exist at all.

Why did these swordsmen attack them, and why did the remaining thousand or so swordsmen not move. With the combat power of these swordsmen, if all of them were dispatched, almost all of the more than 100 monks on their side would die here!

What's the mystery in this?

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