Jiao Wang and the others passed through the passage, and before they could see the surrounding scene clearly, a fierce sword qi shot out. With a pang in his heart, he leaned forward with his claws and forcibly blocked it.

His divine sense swept away, and he said angrily: "Lu Jiansheng, what do you mean by this?"

Lu Jiansheng didn't speak, his body turned into dozens of afterimages, each of which was like a real person, and his sword moves were sharp, killing King Jiao.

King Jiao was furious, but in the face of an opponent of Lu Jiansheng's level, where could he be distracted, he could only cheer up and concentrate on coping.

Feng Feifei chuckled and said, "Dugu Daoyou, we haven't fought each other for many years, and today you and I just confirm each other." ”

After speaking, with a wave of his right hand, a fiery red butterfly appeared on the palm of his hand, and with a light send, the butterfly slowly flew towards Dugu Peak.

Dugu Feng's pupils shrank, don't look at this butterfly flying like a snail, if you despise it, it will definitely be yourself who will suffer in the end.

"fluttering" "fluttering"

With every flick of their wings, a strong fire force rushed to their faces, and the void between the two seemed to be burning, and the air became dry and sneered.

Yun Miao and Duanmu Cheng were behind the two of them, and they were all shocked at first sight, what is the situation of these two people, do they want to swallow the treasure alone. It's just that before they could react, Jian Yinghao and Evil Wind both pounced on them and wrapped them tightly.

Yun Miao said in a cold voice: "I can't do it!"

But soon, it felt that something was wrong, the sword strength of the sword hero was extremely strong, and the sharp sword qi swept over the body, and he felt a faint pain. Her face was solemn, and she no longer dared to look down on the other party, so she sacrificed her long sword to fight.

Over there, the evil wind found Duanmu Cheng. Among the nine major forces, Duanmu Cheng and the Ouyang family are half a catty and eight taels, which can be regarded as the bottom of the ranking. However, the Mahayana consummation of cultivation is not fake, Duanmu Cheng's spell is unfolded, as if the stars are falling, the torrential rain is invading, and the momentum is extremely strong.

Evil Wind knew that the other party's cultivation was a small realm higher than his own, and he must not let him take the initiative. As soon as he made a move, he stimulated Jin Zhixiang, and the scimitars on his arms suddenly increased several times, and with just a few dodges, he came to Duanmu Cheng's side and wrapped it tightly.

There was only one Murong Qian left, and he was just about to make a move, but Wu Changyuan was entangled. The two are in the west of the Canglan Continent, and they both know each other's catties. With Wu Changyuan's combat power, it is not easy to win.

Cheng Ling's eyes rounded, and several Mahayana consummation monks were really strong. The most terrifying thing is Lu Jiansheng, who walks with the sword, and his whole body seems to be connected with the long sword. The sword moves are wide open and closed, and they are very fine, slightly better than their own phantom sword star swordsmanship.

But this is not the time to sigh. The remaining monks on both sides fought each other, but unfortunately their own number was a few less, and they were already behind.

His eyes flickered, and he saw that Fang Daoyuan was suppressing an elder of the Feng Yan Sect, and his palms flew up, causing the latter to retreat again and again.

"Kill!"

With a low shout, Cheng Ling instantly rushed into the battle circle of the two and stopped Fang Daoyuan's attack. Suddenly, Gonggong Hai and more than a dozen monks of the Tribulation Period also rushed forward when they heard his order.

"You go and help, I'll leave it here!"

When the elder of Fengyan Sect saw it, he immediately put his mind at ease, and he didn't have time to ask the identity of these people, so he went to help the rest of the elders.

Fang Daoyuan was startled, and shouted, "Stinky boy, you set up an ambush here?"

"What's the matter, Shangluo City was fled by you, and if you count your fate, I don't know if you can save it this time

Live your own life!"

As soon as the words fell, a Xuanwu sword struck over.

Gonggong Hai and the others instantly besieged the city in a battle circle, and the spells in the hands of more than a dozen monks were overwhelming, and for a while, Fang Daoyuan was in a hurry.

He was born in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and what he is best at is water spells, but unfortunately he did not reach ten percent of the artistic conception of water, and when he met Cheng Ling, he only felt that he was restrained everywhere, and every move of the other party seemed to be aimed at his own flaws.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, and this was the first time he had met Wanke's opponent. There is not much difference in the cultivation of the two, and Cheng Ling's sword element, sword intent, and water artistic conception are all slightly better. And now it is not a one-on-one battle, there are more than a dozen monks around who are constantly interfering, and in less than a stick of incense, danger is everywhere.

"Sect Master, save me!" In desperation, I could only ask King Jiao for help!

King Jiao was shocked, and as soon as his divine sense swept away, he immediately saw Fang Daoyuan's situation. It's just that he is facing Lu Jiansheng, where is he still distracted from the rescue, so he can only scold angrily: "Lu Jiansheng, Cheng Ling, what do you want?"

The two turned a deaf ear and ignored him at all. On the contrary, Lu Jiansheng's sword moves were even more aggressive, and this distraction caused a bloody mark to be cut out of his arm.

King Jiao was frightened, and he was busy collecting his mind and trying his best to deal with it.

Cheng Ling's sword moves became faster and faster, each sword was killed from an incredible angle, and Fang Daoyuan screamed again and again, exhausted to deal with. In less than a moment, he was hit multiple times in the body. He wanted to escape, but Hai Gonggong and the others didn't give him a chance at all.

The dense spells unleashed by a dozen monks were like a large net, firmly enveloping him, and as long as the range of movement was slightly larger, he would face the danger of being hit.

This time, there is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

He was completely crazy, looking at everyone with blood-red eyes and shouting, "Cheng Ling, I'm fighting with you!"

Cheng Ling sneered, "Fight? Then you also have the ability to fight! The two have been fighting for half an hour, and the other party's moves have long been figured out by themselves, and they are just waiting for an excellent opportunity, once they are caught, it will be the time when the other party dies.

Fang Daoyuan burst out with all his strength, and the momentum around him soared, but the power increased, revealing even greater flaws. Gonggong Hai's eyes flashed, and when he made a move to attack Cheng Ling, he pointed a little with two fingers, and a purple lightning bolt hit his back.

Fang Daoyuan's whole body was numb, and the arm that came to Cheng Ling paused for a moment.

How can you miss such an opportunity! Cheng Ling backhanded a sword and slashed upwards diagonally!

"Ah~!"

Fang Daoyuan screamed, and one arm suddenly separated. Immediately afterwards, the long sword in Cheng Ling's hand danced out a large piece of shining sword light, as if it was a meteor shower falling from the sky, the Phantom Sword Star Sword Technique Taiwei Sword!

Snort sneer......!

Without an arm, Fang Daoyuan's body lost its balance, and the partial life Taiwei sword was a sword move that covered a large area, and in the blink of an eye, many vital points on his body were stabbed, and a large amount of essence blood and true yuan in his body were lost. He took a few sharp steps back, but the spells of a dozen or so Crossing Monks behind him had already come closer.

Thundered~!

Even if his cultivation was a big realm behind, now he could be said to have lost all his defenses. If there are more ants, you can bite an elephant to death!

Dozens of spells hit one after another, blood spurted wildly, and his body went limp, falling towards the ground.

Cheng Ling raised his hands above his head, and the Long Ling sword slashed through a bolt of lightning, as if even the void was about to be shattered, and a heavy sword slashed down.

Swish!

The sword slashed through the flesh

The sound of rubbing his body sounded, Fang Daoyuan was instantly cut in half, and the illusory primordial spirit escaped, but was bombarded into powder by the spells of Hai Gonggong and others.

Cheng Ling didn't stop at all, and shouted again: "Kill!"

He turned around and killed the other elder of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

Hai Gonggong and the others immediately changed their goals and concentrated their full strength to attack without the slightest hesitation.

The elder of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea was only in the early stage of Mahayana, and his cultivation was weakened Cheng Ling was a big bit, and when he saw Fang Daoyuan die at the hands of the other party, he was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly left the elder of the Shura Sword Sect opposite, wanting to escape from this place.

But Cheng Ling had already made plans, the predicament in front of him was not something that he could leave if he wanted to, even if Li Guanglin was there in person, it would take a while to crack it.

The elder shuttled through the formation several times, and each time he seemed to have escaped, but in a blink of an eye, he saw Cheng Ling chasing after him. secretly complained in his heart, and he could only resist while walking.

Cheng Ling sneered, and with a flick of his right hand, the Long Ling Sword flew into the air and instantly turned into hundreds of illusory long swords, laying a layer of tight sword net along the elder's escape route.

"No~!"

The elder shouted, and the sound of hundreds of long swords was incessant, and the way out in all directions had been covered. Hands swung in several circles, and a milky white defensive aperture enveloped him.

But those long swords were extremely fast, and as soon as the aperture was sacrificed, they shot one after another, and the first few hits remained stable above the defensive aperture. But I couldn't stand too many long swords, one after another.

Cheng Ling deliberately controlled those long swords to attack at the front of the aperture, so as to cover the surface. It didn't take long for the aperture to cut a crack through the sword's attack. With a movement in his heart, he pointed out dozens of tricks in a row, and the dozen or so long swords behind him formed a line and pierced into the crack of the defensive light mask.

Snort!

Rumble~!

The elder couldn't resist at all, and his entire body was cut into several pieces in an instant, and the defensive aura completely collapsed. Immediately after, the spells of Gonggong Hai and the others all bombarded his shattered body, and finally turned into ashes!

"Damn it! Cheng Ling, this king and you will never die!"

King Jiao looked up to the sky and roared, and now he was really heartbroken. How many Mahayana monks were there in the East China Sea Dragon Palace? In less than a moment, Cheng Ling killed two of them, not to mention that there were also Fang Daoyuan in the late Mahayana period.

He was completely angry, his momentum skyrocketed, and he took Lu Jiansheng back a few steps with one palm, and with a shake of his body, a black dragon of nearly a thousand zhang in size appeared! He hated it in his heart, and a thick black mist spit out from his mouth, blocking Lu Jiansheng's attack, and his tail as thick as a water tank swept towards Cheng Ling!

Cheng Ling dodged and retreated sharply, but several monks behind him couldn't react. They watched in horror as the huge dragon tail swept by, and they didn't have time to dodge, and in an instant, three monks were smashed by the dragon tail.

A cold light flashed in Lu Jiansheng's eyes, and he stepped on the mysterious steps under his feet. A few turned around the black mist and came to Jiaolong's head, and slashed down with a fierce sword.

"Boom!"

The slightly raised horn on the Jiao King's head intersected with the long sword, and a thunderous sound erupted. Jiaowang was in pain, his huge body rolled twice, his claws under his abdomen stretched out, and he grabbed it fiercely.

Its tail keeps hitting the ground as it rolls. The trapped array set up by Cheng Ling could not withstand the powerful attack and began to collapse. At this time, the battle between Lu Jiansheng and Jiaowang was too fierce, and the claw strength and sword qi did not hit the other party, but instead bombarded the mountain peaks on the side!