"Hmph! Feng Qingkuang, it seems that you have not wasted these five years! The secret knowledge in the fantasy stone tablet is indeed extraordinary!"
Qing Kuang relaxed his hand lightly and let go of the hand holding Lei Zhu. Wherever his long sleeve brushed his hand, he saw that the bridge across the magma had collapsed, and the fragments fell into the sea of fire.
"It's good that you know! Today, I, Feng Qingkuang, will represent the true Temple of Light and use the ancient Temple's secrets to destroy this scum like you!"
He pointed his anger at the Holy King and shouted loudly.
"Destroy me?! Just the two of you!"[
The Holy King waved his hand, and behind him, countless shadows in white robes surged forward and rushed forward.
It seems that after seeing the strength of Qing Kuang, the Holy King no longer intends to fight alone! With a command, he has already ordered all the senior disciples of the Spirit Emperor level to swarm forward.
Lei Zhu flew up, unsheathed the two swords at his waist, and swung them repeatedly. The six spirit emperors' pure sword energy had already rushed towards the group of white-robed warriors from different directions.
However, just when the six sword energy flew out of the crowd, hundreds of high-level warriors were divided into several groups, and the spiritual power in their hands suddenly merged into one, forming a strong barrier.
The sword energy emitted by the thunder bead had just touched the barrier, and had already been bounced off, hitting the stone wall next to it. The broken stone pillars fell one after another, straight into the boiling sea of fire...
"Young Master! They have set up a defensive formation in the temple. Their strength is extraordinary!"
While Lei Zhu continued to attack, he loudly reminded Qing Kuangdao.
"The cultivation level of each of these senior temple warriors is comparable to mine, and they know my martial arts very well! Let Lei Zhu test their flaws first!"
In the internal fighting among the members of the temple sect, there is no doubt that the numerous temple warriors have an unparalleled advantage.
In order to break the formation as quickly as possible, Lei Zhu has rushed very close to the warriors and fought with them. Holding a thin sword in one hand, he dodged left and right, and wisps of deadly sword energy passed by one by one.
Each one is extremely sharp and domineering, with the purple-white color of the Spirit Emperor level.
Fortunately, after all, Lei Zhu was very strong and had a high level of cultivation. He carried his sword with him. Under the siege of more than a hundred high-level white-clothed warriors in various formations, for a while, he didn't even get a single sword aura in his body.
Qing Kuang's ten fingers tightly grasped the Tian Xie Demon String in his hand, and his eyes kept staring at the thunder beads flying on the sword in front of him.
Now, she didn't dare to act rashly. On the one hand, she really knew nothing about the temple's formation except for Thunder Beads, and more importantly, the Holy King was still watching eagerly from the sidelines.
After another fierce battle, Lei Zhu finally could no longer withstand the powerful offensive of hundreds of opponents. He flew forward, retreated, crossed the boiling lava river, and landed next to Qing Kuang. A thin trickle of sweat was already oozing out from his forehead.
Breathing also became extremely heavy.
"As expected of the personal bodyguard next to the Saint! Lei Zhu, I never imagined that your abilities have grown a lot in the past five years! You can actually escape from the hands of more than a hundred high-level warriors..."
The Holy King's eyes fell coldly on the two mad masters and servants facing each other across the river of magma.
The Holy King gave an order, and the protective formation composed of more than a hundred high-level warriors of the Spirit Emperor level surged forward again.
Lei Zhu pointed the two swords in his hands and stepped forward again. Even Qing Kuang had no time to dissuade him and had already taken off.