From beginning to end, Ning Mingxuan, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, and the monks who were running the formation banner, were all shocked by Zheng Zheng's strong combat effectiveness.

At the beginning, everyone thought that Zheng Zheng and Pan Wanhan, as long as they could delay each other for a little time, they would be extremely remarkable. Some people even think that senior sister Pan Wanhan will support her for a longer time than Zheng Zheng.

But what I didn't expect was that Zheng Zheng's strength would be so strong.

Except for Pan Wanhan and her demon beast to contain the two monks, he fought five people with one manpower.

One to five, the other party is not a cat or a cat, that is a genuine foundation building consummation monk, even if there is a gap in the middle, it should not be so far. But Zheng Zheng, this guy, not only has one more demon pet than ordinary people, but also with a gesture, he hit the three opponents hard and fled.

The amazing combat effectiveness can no longer be described as tough.

It is not an exaggeration to call him a demon.

In the same period of cultivation, if you can achieve this kind of crushing momentum, try to ask who else in the world besides Zheng Zheng? Therefore, even Ning Mingxuan, who thinks he is extraordinary, has to admit that he is not comfortable after seeing Zheng Zheng so awesome.

Who is the most powerful cultivator below the Lingyun Sect Jindan, the answer is already coming out.

Zheng Zheng won a phased victory here, which naturally had a heavy impact on the battle situation. He turned around and sacrificed the Death Sword, turning into nine identical swords, enveloping the monks who were fighting with Pan Wanhan. The other party was caught off guard, and was successfully attacked by Zheng Zheng, instantly shattering the defensive magic weapon, and then being caught by the beautiful sister for a rare opportunity, the sword turned, killed on the spot, and turned into a corpse.

After the two of them freed their hands, they immediately became mighty.

In the blink of an eye, the seven foundation building monks were either killed or injured, and the rest fled for their lives.

It was only at this time that Zheng Zheng had time to look at the entire battlefield.

He found that the battle situation under Ling Quan Feng was extremely anxious, and Huang Lingmao, the deputy hall master of the ruling hall, had joined the battle circle at some point to help the sect master contain the Ying plan. But in the battle, it is more defended and less attacked, which is a bit difficult.

As for the sect master of Jingmengchong and the master of the second hall of the Ying Palace, Zhaoxiong, they are evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

And in the big array, even if the tall spirit general was surrounded by three Jindan masters, he was still mighty and powerful, and his firepower was powerful. Some wolves were unbearable, and some unlucky monks accidentally affected the city and lost their lives in vain.

Most of the remaining monks were entangled in spiritual soldiers, and they were in full swing.

Zheng Zheng returned to the formation flag from the new, briefly treated the wound, and did not immediately enter the battle.

At this moment, Zhaoxiong's figure suddenly retreated, and he did not attack again as before, but floated in the air, and said coldly: "Meng Jingchong, let you go today, three days later, it will be the time when my eldest brother will come out of the customs, and then your Lingyun Sect will poke your neck, and wait for the blood to flow into a river." ”

"Withdraw. ”

What the?

Is the mysterious hall master of the Ying Hall finally about to appear?

Jing Mengchong's heart was shocked, what he was most worried about finally happened.

Over the years, although the sect has gone through many battles, the mysterious figure of the Lord of the Ying Hall has never appeared.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, after experiencing it once, it doesn't feel as terrible as imagined. The most terrifying thing is that it is an enemy that has never been seen.

It is said that the master of the main hall was ordered to retreat more than ten years ago to impact the mid-level cultivation of Jindan, but there has been no news. Now that I suddenly heard Zhaoxiong mention it, could it be that Meng Ling has succeeded in impacting the middle level of Jindan?

The more Jing Mengchong thought about it, the more likely it became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. There was no more blood on his face.

A mid-Jindan monk has immediately changed the pattern of the entire battle.

Could it be that I, Lingyun Sect, are I really exhausted?

Although Jing Mengchong was desperate in his heart, in front of so many disciples, he naturally would not lose his momentum, but instead shouted a little inwardly: "Zhaoxiong, what kind of place are you in my Lingyun Sect, come if you want, and leave if you want?"

"I can't help you for the time being, but we want to go, and you can't help us either. After Zhao Xiong said this coldly, he suddenly smiled weirdly, and then took out a magic weapon similar to a cannon barrel from his arms, and threw it into the sky, and the magic weapon immediately swelled, revealing a black iron pipe, which was crawling with all kinds of mangarray diagrams, and a violent momentum leaked out.

The gloomy hole in the iron pipe soon began to gather a dazzling red light.

"This is the Garing Cannon?"

Jing Mengchong's face changed greatly, and he shouted loudly: "The Jialing Cannon is one of the important treasures of my Lingyun Sect, how can it be in your hands?"

"Hahaha, such a good thing, falling into the hands of your Lingyun Sect, will only be dusty. It's better to let the lord of the hall carry it forward and wave its prestige, hahaha. Zhaoxiong looked at Jing Meng's impulsive and depraved expression, and was in a very comfortable mood, and he couldn't stop laughing.

More and more red light converged, eventually becoming a pillar of light with a huge dragon head. The terrifying True Yuan fluctuations, like earth-destroying energy, made a group of monks change color and their eyes were full of shock.

The tail-chambered magic array finally lit up, forming a bright six-star array, and the white pillar of light from the dragon's head spewed out, and finally slammed into the large array of light walls. The next moment, Ning Mingxuan and the others vomited blood, and their cultivation was a little worse, and they fainted directly. The giant spirit god general and a group of spirit soldiers, without the mana support of Ning Mingxuan and others, finally turned into a little starlight and disappeared into the formation gate.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, a huge hole appeared on the wall of the light curtain, revealing a clear and sunny sky outside.

"Hahaha. ”

Zhaoxiong's face was very pale, but he still laughed non-stop, casually put away the Gar Spirit Cannon, and quickly retreated from the mouth of the cave with a group of monks.

Jing Mengchong's face was extremely ugly, and he looked at them away, and from beginning to end, he did not open his mouth to intercept them.

In the blink of an eye, the Yingdian and the others disappeared without a trace, leaving only a mess all over the ground, and there were monks lying on the ground who had died in battle. Jing Mengchong took a deep breath, his eyes were full of tiredness, and said: "Clean up the battlefield, treat the injured disciples, and send the brothers who died in the battle back to the tomb of Zongling." Master Baitang, I'm going to work hard for you, you can bring some people to repair the formation gate, and the disciples will all go back. ”

Jing Mengchong's gaze finally fell on Zheng Zheng.

In the battle just now, Zheng Zheng's strong combat effectiveness also surprised him a little, and after thinking about it, he said: "Zheng Zheng, Wanhan, you follow me to the hall." ”

"Yes. ”

After a short period of treatment, Zheng Zheng's injuries had recovered, and when he heard the sect master's words, he couldn't help but glance at the bad old man, and saw that his nostrils were facing the sky, ignoring himself, so he responded respectfully: "Yes." ”

The group has its own responsibilities and does what it should do.

Zheng Zheng and the others, followed Jing Mengchong and several core figures, and soon returned to the clan meeting hall.