The fragrance of flowers contains phantom poison. If an ordinary saint inhales it into his body, he will immediately have strong hallucinations and fall into a situation from which he cannot extricate himself.
Young Master Lingquan inhaled a small amount of floral fragrance, and suddenly his eyes became a little blurry, his vision was blurred, and he seemed to vaguely see the figure of Princess Rakshasa.
"Princess Rakshasa" walked in front of him with lotus steps and pointed at his eyebrows.
"Danger." Lingquan Shaojun's eyes widened, and a dazzling evil light emerged from his pupils.
The face of "Princess Rakshasa" turned into a demonic voice.
The magic sound pointed out, and the crystal clear finger turned into a sharp magic thorn, reaching the position between Lingquan Shaojun's eyebrows.
The magic thorn had just touched Lingquan Shaojun's eyebrows, and mysterious divine lines appeared under his skin, blocking the magic thorn.
"court death."
Young Master Lingquan struck out with one palm, erupting with a power that could move mountains and seas.
The long hair of Moyin turned into a hundred thousand purple electric vines, which quickly rotated around the delicate body and intertwined into a huge sphere. Lingquan Shaojun's palm force bombarded the sphere, breaking a large vine into pieces.
Moyin made a muffled sound from his mouth and flew backwards, retreating several miles away before neutralizing the power of Young Master Lingquan's palm.
Zhang Ruochen's figure moved, bursting out with rapidity, reaching the side of Lingquan Shaojun, lifting the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, performing a Nine Life Sword Technique, and slashing down with the sword.
Lingquan Shaojun, who had just repelled the demonic sound, had no time to turn around and resist. However, he seemed calm and composed. He let out a loud roar and dense divine patterns appeared on his back.
"Boom."
Shen Yuan's ancient sword cut through the armor on Lingquan Shaojun's back and collided with the divine pattern.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword was forged from the divine iron of creation. Even though its grade was not too high among the Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifacts, its sharpness was far superior to other holy swords.
This sword seemed to break through the divine patterns and cut off Lingquan Shaojun's physical body.
Lingquan Shaojun felt the severe pain coming from his back, and was a little worried that the divine pattern could not stop Shen Yuan's ancient sword. So, he put his hands together, and the evil spirit in his body circulated rapidly, rushing into his back.
"Wow——"
A dark red formation mark rushed out from his back, shocking Zhang Ruochen and knocking him back.
Taking this opportunity, Lingquan Shaojun quickly turned around and struck forward with both palms at the same time. The marks of the day and the month appeared on the palms of his hands, and two forces, one yang and one yin, struck at the same time.
Zhang Ruochen's eyelids shrank, and he quickly blocked it with his sword, and a seven-foot-tall sword energy divine bell condensed out.
"Boom." A round of divine sun and a round of demonic moon bombarded the Sword Qi Divine Bell and shattered it into pieces.
That force was impossible to resist, causing Zhang Ruochen to fly several miles away.
After Zhang Ruochen stabilized his body, he felt a splitting pain in his arm, and all the bones seemed to be broken.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen finally understood why, with the powerful strength of Dongliu Sword Master, he could not hurt even one of Young Master Lingquan's fingers, and was even injured by Young Master Lingquan's punch instead.
Young Master Lingquan's defense is indeed quite abnormal. Even Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword cannot break through it.
It is estimated that only space cracks and space collapse can pose a threat to him.
Young Master Lingquan seemed to know this, so he used the purple sacred mountain to freeze the space in advance, making it impossible for Zhang Ruochen to exert his space power.
"Based on Young Master Lingquan's current level of cultivation, even if the Nine Heavens Mysteries merge into one, they may not be his opponent. Perhaps, only Chu Siyuan, who has reached the realm of the Holy King, can suppress him."
Zhang Ruochen looked towards the sea, looking for Chu Siyuan's figure, but found that the old guy and Qiu Yu had disappeared.
"I knew this old guy was unreliable. He actually disappeared at the critical moment." Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently.
The contempt in Young Master Lingquan's eyes had disappeared and became more and more serious.
After the brief confrontation just now, Young Master Lingquan has roughly figured out the strength of Zhang Ruochen and Moyin. They are not easy people and pose a considerable threat to him.
Especially Zhang Ruochen, he was forced to activate the formation seal on his back.
You know, that formation seal was given to him by a god. It is his most powerful defensive method. It can only be used ten times in total, which is equivalent to his ten lives.
Every time you use it, it's like losing a life.
However, just now, it was because Moyin used phantom poison to confuse Mr. Lingquan for a moment. Zhang Ruochen and Moyin seized the opportunity and caught Mr. Lingquan off guard.
Now that Mr. Lingquan is fully awake, it is impossible for Zhang Ruochen and Moyin to have the same chance as before.
In the distance, Dongliu Sword Master, Xue Lingfeng, and Li Mu were in danger under the siege of nearly eight first-class marquises, and were in danger of falling at any time.
Zhang Ruochen glanced in their direction and thought to himself: "The three of them are almost unable to hold on any longer, and I'm afraid they will soon have to break out and escape. When the eight first-class marquises are free, they will be joined by a terrifying warrior.
Young Master Lingquan, the situation will be quite dangerous for me."
Then, Zhang Ruochen looked at the merit book wall.
I saw that the merit book wall was floating on the water. On top of the wall, stood two burly first-class marquises. Above their heads, each had a dark red vortex of evil energy floating in it.
Young Master Lingquan used the Merit Book Wall as bait, forcing Zhang Ruochen and others to stay and fight. If they chose to escape, it would be equivalent to giving up the Merit Book Wall.
There are two first-class marquis standing on the merit book wall. It is obviously not an easy task to snatch away the merit book wall in a short time. If the merit book wall cannot be taken away in a short time, Lingquan Shaojun and others
Those first-class marquises must have surrounded them. By then, the person who went to rob the merit book wall would become a turtle in the urn, and would be doomed.
Lingquan Shaojun saw Zhang Ruochen's purpose and laughed: "It's useless. Today's game is a dead end. Unless you give up your merits and deeds, you may be able to find a way to survive."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes revealed a cold voice, how long will it take for you to deal with the two first-class marquises on the wall of the merit book?"
"If we just take away the Wall of Merits from their hands, it only takes half a quarter of an hour. If we kill the two of them, I'm afraid it will take a lot more effort." Moyin said.
"Okay, I will hold Young Master Lingquan down for half a quarter of an hour."
Zhang Ruochen inspired the Hundred Saints Blood Armor, and pieces of blood-red armor spread out from the gloves, covering his whole body. Shen Yuan's ancient sword also erupted with a black holy light, turning the space within a hundred feet into darkness.
Moyin knew that time was precious and immediately rushed towards the merit book wall.
Young Master Lingquan said: "Zhang Ruochen, you are too naive. If I, a saint at the peak of true sainthood, were to hold me back for half a quarter of an hour, wouldn't I become a joke to the entire Rakshasa clan? From now on, I will
How can Shaojun have the face to see others?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Don't say half an hour, even if it's an hour, a day... I can contain you as long as I am willing."
"What's the point of fighting with words? If we have a real fight, we'll know the outcome... Hey, we need a master." Young Master Lingquan noticed a wave of swordsmanship, turned around, and looked towards the top of the purple sacred mountain.
At some point, on the top of the purple holy mountain, stood a stooped old man, with skin like tree bark and almost all the hair on his head, looking half-dead.
It was this half-dead old man who made Master Lingquan feel a hint of danger.
Not long ago, the Nine Nether Sword Master accidentally broke into the time formation and lost a lot of lifespan. He was close to death.
Jiuyou Sword Master did not seem to be afraid of death, with a smile on his face: "Zhang Ruochen, you are a person who can challenge the gods. You can't imitate Xuanji Sword Master, so why are you so humble? I teach you to speak more domineeringly. What is containment?
Stay with him for half a quarter of an hour? If it were me, even if he was not his opponent, he would shout out a bold statement and kill you within half a quarter of an hour."
As soon as the word "you" was spoken, Jiuyou Sword Master's gray eyes became extremely sharp.
"Uh-huh."
The body of Jiuyou Sword Master turned into a sword light, which exploded at a speed exceeding a hundred times the speed of sound. The sea water below the sword light was torn apart by the sword energy, turning into a long sword path.
Young Master Ling Quan raised his right hand and performed an extremely domineering holy technique, blasting forward with one palm. Behind Young Master Ling Quan, a shadow of the Supreme Being hundreds of feet high emerged, like a
An unparalleled demon god.
Even the true shadow was displayed, which shows that Young Master Lingquan still attaches great importance to the opponent of Jiuyou Sword Master.
"Boom." A ray of sword light penetrated the shadow of the palm technique and hit the palm of Lingquan Shaojun's hand, causing Lingquan Shaojun to take a step back.
A look of shock appeared in Young Master Lingquan's eyes. The divine pattern on his palm was penetrated by the sword light, and the sword tip slowly penetrated into his flesh and blood.
"How is it possible? Sword Dao Xuangang."
A drop of blood flowed from Lingquan Shaojun's palm.
The sword struck by Jiuyou Sword Master is no longer a sword energy, or a sword with sword intent, but a sword's mysterious gang, which is also called "sword gang".
Sword Qi, Sword Intention Sword, and Sword Dao Xuan Gang are three different levels.
Anyone who is a swordsman can refine his sword energy and unleash the power of splitting mountains and slaying mountains.
The sword of sword intention requires a sword master to display it, which causes the sword master's attack power to increase dramatically. The saint's defense methods are as fragile as paper in front of the sword master.
As for the Kendo Mysterious Gang, it can only be condensed by someone who has cultivated Kenpachi to the Great Perfection, and its penetrating power is even more terrifying. If the sword cultivator's cultivation is strong enough, a shot of the Kendo Mysterious Gang can penetrate a bullet.
Planet.
How could Young Master Lingquan not be surprised when a half-step holy king actually cultivated Sword Gang?
You know, among the holy kings, there are not many people who can cultivate sword strength.