Jin Ling released the golden blade as he moved. Because of his extremely fast speed, the opponent's golden elixir monk could handle it at first, but then he gradually couldn't keep up. When the earth wall stood up, Jin Ling had already moved down.
From an angle, golden blades came through the air, and they could only be blocked by the flying swords of the monks. Not long after, three monks in black were seriously injured and lost the ability to fight.
At this time, the snow was falling even harder, and goose-feather-like snowflakes were floating in the air, falling on every corner of Taibai Peak. However, in the dense forest in front of us, not a single snowflake fell. The battle was too fierce.
A trace of sweat appeared on Jin Ling's forehead. He was a little exhausted due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy. While fighting, he saw Chen Yunsheng as if he was in trance, immersed in repairing the magic circle, and did not notice the fight here at all. Jin Ling's heart surged
He had a belief that he would guard the last post for Chen Yunsheng until he repaired the magic circle.
There are only pieces of gravel in Chen Yunsheng's heart. He is indifferent even if the knife is pressed against his neck. If he cannot repair the magic circle, he will definitely die. Only by repairing the magic circle can he have a chance of survival. Gu Jian, Gu Siqin, Ye Chuanyun and Han Jiang
Yan's faces appeared in his mind one by one. They had only one hope for Chen Yunsheng, which was also the only belief in his heart, to repair the magic circle at all costs.
Some of the stones had been broken into very small fragments, and it was not easy to glue these fragments together. He carried some adhesive materials with him, but because there was no water around, Chen Yun was unable to melt them. Chen Yunsheng was in a hurry and used gold.
Lingsi cut his wrist open and used his own blood and some wild propolis to glue the gravel pieces together. Since he had practiced the wood spirit energy gathering technique, the green wood spirit energy was automatically activated when the body was damaged, and the wound
It will heal soon. Chen Yunsheng has to re-separate his wrist every time he glues a few pieces of gravel. Over time, a deep wound forms on his left wrist. Due to the blood entangled in it, the color of the repaired array is
A touch of dark red emerged, looking particularly coquettish.
Occasionally when he looked up and saw Jin Ling's pale cheek, Chen Yunsheng became even more anxious, although he knew that the urgency in his heart would affect the speed of repairing the array. After the repair of the three array piles was completed, he began to repair the array patterns on the ground.
Work. At this time, the war in Taibai Peak was coming to an end. The Tianqiong monks were gradually unable to hold on any longer. More and more people began to retreat to the inner circle. However, the inner circle had already been attacked by the opponent in the first round.
The land collapsed, and there was only a thick mountain wall behind them. Other than that, there was deep despair.
In front of the Discipline Hall, Jiang Xueqin turned her sword into silk and easily killed three monks in black. Although they were all Foundation Establishment monks, in terms of skills, these people were much inferior to this woman. It was like the same fifteen-year-old
Among the young people, some are strong, some are fast, and there are always some who are extraordinary and can take the lead in a level. Jiang Xueqin is obviously such a person. Her cultivation in the late stage of foundation building is already comparable to that of early Jindan.
The weak ones compete with each other, and it is easy to deal with several opponents in the middle and early stages of foundation building.
Raising her forehead, a pair of busy eyes reflected the monks in black swarming around her. Jiang Xueqin felt a trace of despair in her heart. Facing the ferocious opponent, her hands began to tremble. It was not because she was afraid of death, but because she was afraid of not being able to survive.
Die with dignity. The three-foot green blade shook slightly. Jiang Xueqin retreated towards the huge gatehouse of the Discipline Hall behind her. Five monks in black threw out five green flying swords and stabbed her in the face. The woman dodged slightly and dodged.
In response to the opponent's attack, he stamped his feet hard and flew away in the wind.
Along the way, he met several more black-clothed monks. One of them was very powerful in earth-moving skills, forcing Jiang Xueqin to be very embarrassed. He fought and retreated all the way, and finally arrived at the Paiyun Palace. The huge Paiyun Palace has been completed.
There was a Shura field, and the main hall was split open by someone's magical power. The courtyard was in a mess, and among the rubble and rubble, there were always unknown monks dying. There was blood everywhere, and there were dead bodies everywhere.
Jiang Xueqin resisted the vomiting in her stomach, and retreated towards the main hall against the wind. Behind the main hall was the mountain cliff, and she vaguely saw a deep mountain crevice running across it, like the giant eye of Taibai Peak, gazing at the killing of creatures. As soon as Jiang Xueqin settled down.
, there were about a dozen black-clothed monks surrounding him, and the leader was the monk with excellent earth walking skills. This man was seen pressing the ground under his feet with his hands, and dozens of sharp earth vertebrae were stabbing Jiang Xueqin.
The woman had been on guard for a long time, and just flew into the air, but she didn't expect that the opponent's four flying swords had been secretly waiting there. The flying swords suddenly glowed green, and Jiang Xueqin felt that the evil wind above her head was not good, and without even looking, she turned her white rainbow
She raised the sword above her head. She had been fighting with people for a long time, and both her spiritual energy and physical strength were very exhausted. If she encountered four opponents joining forces at this time, the result would be unfortunate.
The four flying swords were like a big mountain to Jiang Xueqin. Pressing down heavily, her delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes felt dark, and her body fell straight into the bottomless mountain crevice. Ten monks saw
The woman fell off the cliff, intending to chase her and kill her. Unexpectedly, a group of Sky Sect monks whose clothes were stained with blood emerged from the diagonal stab. The two groups fought together and could no longer take care of Jiang Xueqin who fell to the bottom of the cliff.
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Gu Jian breathed heavily. In front of him were piles of severed limbs and broken arms of black-clothed monks. The Bailing Sword was like a ghost moving in front of and behind him. Big beads of sweat fell from his blood-stained face.
It fell up and down, leaving a few marks. The monks of Xantianyuan were all exhausted, and their organization had long been incomplete, and now less than half of them remained. Looking at the fallen brothers around him, Gu Jian's heart had long been numb, and these people followed him.
From birth to death, he has long been like brothers and sisters. Every time someone dies, his heart twitches.
Turning around and looking at the heavy clouds at the western foot of Taibai Peak, Gu Jian's eyes were full of despair, "It seems that he did not succeed. Maybe this is an unachievable task for him, maybe..." Gu Jian's thoughts were filled with thoughts.
The black-clothed monk interrupted. He turned back silently, looked at the brothers behind him who were gasping for breath, and roared: "Brothers, kill!" More than twenty monks suddenly rose up, and under the leadership of Gu Jian, they resolutely attacked
Rush into the enemy formation.
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Although Gu Siqin is still so elegant, his pale face shows how much his spiritual energy has been consumed. The three ghosts on the opposite side seem to be more embarrassed, especially Xue Yin, who actually had an arm cut off, but the three of them seem to have many more
His strength was not displayed. Heisha sneered and said: "Gu Siqin is indeed worthy of his reputation. He can persist for such a long time with one against three. But it will be a matter of time before you die here. Why do you struggle like this? People always have to fight before death.
In this way, even if you know it is inevitable, you have to use up your last bit of strength and give up a peaceful death. It is really sad."
Gu Siqin looked at them indifferently, waved the three-foot green blade in his hand, and continued to use his left hand to perform magic tricks. In an instant, countless green vines surged around. The layers of branches and leaves surged upward like boiling water, and the three people were swept away.
Wrapped in it, countless flowers bloomed instantly from the top of the ivy, and the huge flower bones bloomed quickly. The white flowers swayed gently in the wind, and the looming light yellow stamens released bursts of fragrant fragrance. The wind blew, and the petals and stamens flew together.
Submerged all four people.
Three colors of light emitted from all around the three ghosts, and countless fiery red firebirds flew in all directions. Strangely enough, these green vines were not afraid of the flames and entangled the birds in them. After a while, they disappeared into flames. White
The ghost said hurriedly: "What a powerful wood method. The petals and fragrance have an anesthetic effect. The black evil spirit will soon use the evil ghost to swallow the spirit!"
The nigger quickly spit out a mouthful of blood and drew a grimace in front of him. Suddenly, a huge ghost head appeared behind him. The ghost head opened its huge fangs and desperately devoured the green vines around it. The nigger's face gradually
An unhealthy red color appeared, and the other two ghosts stayed beside the black ghost. They were somewhat afraid of Petal Rain and Ivy.
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After Jin Ling killed the last monk in black, he suddenly felt that his legs were weak and he sat on the ground. Chen Yunsheng was still repairing the pattern of the magic circle on the ground. The main repair work had been completed, and some talismans still needed to be repainted. Jin Ling
Silk is flying all over the sky, leaving behind slender but precise engraved lines.
Before Jin Ling could wipe off the blood on the spear, there was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and then hundreds of black-clothed monks flew out, the first ten of them were all Jindan cultivators. The black-clothed monks saw their heads buried in the air.
Chen Yunsheng, who was repairing the magic circle, let out a low roar, and hundreds of monks surrounded him from all sides, their flying swords flashing with green light, ready to drink blood.
Jin Ling roared and stood up suddenly. The blond hair on his head suddenly stood up. His eyes shot out two golden lights. He pinched the spear and didn't know where it was received. The magic formula in his hand continued, and a golden Buddha wheel appeared.
Appearing behind him, the Buddha wheel was covered with Buddhist incantations and had three spokes running through it.
The ten black-clothed monks at the head did not pay attention to Jin Ling's actions. Monks with foundation cultivation will always be inferior in their eyes. Jin Ling moved his hands forward and pushed out the Buddha wheel with great effort. The one with three spokes
The Buddha Wheel rotated rapidly and shot towards the monks in black clothes in the dense forest. The Buddha Wheel passed by the huge trees and passed through the middle silently without breaking the big trees.
When the Buddha Wheel was shot towards these black-clothed monks with a huge sound of wind, they finally knew that the other party should not be underestimated, but it was too late. No matter whether it was a magic weapon or a magic weapon, as long as it came into contact with the Buddha Wheel, it would instantly turn into something.
Out of nowhere, the Buddhist wheel slid straight towards the monks of Shuramen without any pause. These black-clothed monks turned around and tried to escape, but the powerful suction force from the Buddha wheel swept them into a huge golden whirlwind. Everything was like that
Calm, with no sounds of fighting, no hoarse roars, or even the sound of blades cutting bodies, these monks in black disappeared from the world without a trace, as if they had never been here. Gradually, the Buddha Wheel began to extinguish.
, spread from one point, and finally disappeared into the void as a whole.
Jin Ling's round eyes slowly closed, with a peaceful smile on his face. After clearing all the obstacles for Chen Yunsheng, he could finally fall into a deep sleep. The skin on Jin Ling's face gradually turned into
Purple gold, his body began to shrink, and surrounded by a ball of golden light, he turned into a piece of purple gold again, lying on the cold ground.