While Luo Qianqiu was desperately stalling for time, Ling Feng on the other side was also not idle. One hand of red light and the other of star light kept slashing at the formation, making a banging sound without stopping for even a second.
After more than ten minutes of consumption, the sea of profound energy clouds behind Ling Feng had reduced a bit. The surroundings were very quiet, and everyone was watching silently.
It's not that it has never happened in an inner sect to break a city alone. Eight of the top ten sect leaders have done this, but the difference with Ling Feng is that they only attack with people who are much weaker than themselves.
Unlike Ling Feng, who was besieged by three gates with the ninth-level peak realm, he still had a way to escape.
As time went by, the formation on the city gate trembled more and more violently under Ling Feng's hands. Ling Feng continued to mobilize the profound energy behind him. Even he felt that his hands were starting to get sore, but this was just the beginning.
After more than ten minutes, several more Shura swords were suddenly cut off from above Ling Feng's head and fell to the ground. Then more and more Shura swords could no longer hold up and broke one after another. In just a few minutes, only
Twenty-three are left.
At this time, Ling Feng suddenly stopped, withdrew the Shura Sword and the Starlight in front of everyone's puzzled gazes, then held the red light with both hands and began to slash with great force in the formation.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Every time Ling Feng slashed, the formation would tremble violently. The hearts of the surrounding disciples were shaking, worried that the formation would be broken with the next sword strike.
But fortunately, the formation "steadily" withstood it, but no matter how indestructible it was, it was still just a formation after all.
Under the power of Ling Feng, the profound energy of the formation was quickly consumed, and the lines of the profound energy began to appear obviously dim. Only thirty minutes had passed!
Ling Feng gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his body. He resisted the pain on his hands and wrists, and waved the red light to attack the formation again and again, making the people around him smack their tongues.
If this was cut directly on a person, not even a whole corpse would be left behind.
The formation on the city gate was weakening, and the pain in Ling Feng's hands was also intensifying. Ling Feng raised the red light over his shoulder and slashed it down with his sword. The moment he touched the formation, Ling Feng's expression suddenly distorted, and he almost died.
He shouted out, and there were exclamations of surprise all around him at the same time.
"Woo!"
Ling Feng stopped and looked down. He saw golden blood gushing out crazily from his right wrist, falling to the ground and turning into burning golden fire. He raised it up and saw that his right palm was connected to the wrist.
There is a white bone.
The sword just now shook out the bones on the right side of his right palm, and even his flesh and blood were directly torn apart. One can imagine the power of this sword.
Although the disciples were all wondering why Ling Feng's blood was golden and turned into flames, they were more concerned about the fact that Ling Feng would have to stop to heal his injuries, which would undoubtedly take a lot of time.
Lingfeng put down the red light and calmly pressed the bone back with his left hand. He did stop, but only for a few seconds. After the flesh and blood healed, he raised the red light and continued to chop. The strength was not affected by the injury at all.
reduce.
"Can't he feel the pain?
?”
Someone looked at Ling Feng, whose expression quickly returned to calm, and opened his eyes wide.
"We can't imagine the pain that such a physical body will endure. It's not that we can't feel it, it's that we are used to it."
"That's right, look at the hands of the master of the Ling Sect. No one in the entire inner sect can compare to this figure."
Other smarter disciples replied, and everyone looked around, and sure enough they found that Ling Feng's right hand had recovered, and for a moment they were speechless.
After Ling Feng swung the sword for more than ten times, his right hand collapsed again. He still just put down the red light and pressed the bone back, waited for a few seconds, and then continued to attack the formation, causing the disciples' eyes to jump.
Later, Ling Feng's right hand would break almost every fourteen swords. After a while, his left hand could no longer hold on. At first, Ling Feng's expression changed, but later on, he stopped moving his mouth. Even the Shura Sect's
All the disciples of the inner sect were in admiration.
What a strong will and endurance it takes to do this!
After more than an hour of bombardment, some of the mysterious patterns of Mengmen's formation were so dim that it was almost invisible. They were still struggling to hold on. In another hour, Lingfeng might be able to destroy Mengmen's city.
Just when everything was going smoothly, many people suddenly received the news that people from the third gate had broken through the blood gate and were coming here.
This news undoubtedly puts more pressure on Ling Feng. With the strength of the three sect masters, it only takes 40 minutes to reach the Meng sect at full speed. At this time, the profound energy cloud sea behind Ling Feng has been consumed.
Most of the time, it is obviously impossible to speed up.
Once the three sect masters arrive, the blood sect and Ling Feng's two hours of hard work will be in vain and all their efforts will be in vain!
The disciples who were watching kindly told Ling Feng. Ling Feng's heart sank, but then his eyes became firmer.
It was unexpected that Luo Qianqiu and the others could persist for so long. They must have paid a very high price. As the leader of the sect, if he failed to capture the Meng sect, how could he go back?!
Then Ling Feng's speed and strength began to slow down, and the disciples around him thought that he was unable to maintain his peak state anymore. If he continued like this, he might not be able to break through Mengmen.
But even if he failed, no one in the inner sect would laugh at him, because they were not qualified. All the disciples looked solemnly at the figure who kept waving the red sword.
After more than half an hour, the lines of the formation were already very dim, and it was only one step away from success, but Ling Feng suddenly stopped moving.
This time it was not that his hand was injured, but it really stopped. The scarlet pupils quickly dissipated, revealing a pair of bright pupils. He stood there without saying a word, looking up at the formation, and the blood cloud rolling behind him also
It became quiet, flowing around Ling Feng like a river.
"Are you out of strength?"
"I'm afraid so, but it's quite impressive to be able to persist for such a long time. The master of the Ling Sect is now at the eighth level of Tongxuan."
The disciples actually felt a little regretful, but the people in Mengmen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they had secured the token for next month.
On the hillside a thousand meters away from Mengmen stood people from the Huangmen. As the first sect leader of the inner sect, Huangpu had other opinions.
With a faint smile, he said: "They won't give up until they see the results."
"What result."
"The result of failure."
Ling Feng, who stood in the distance for a few minutes, suddenly took three steps back while holding the red light. Under the doubtful eyes of everyone, he picked up the red light again and pointed the sword straight at the formation. The Mengmen members on the side suddenly felt a sudden change in their hearts.
A bad premonition arose.
I saw the mysterious sea of clouds that had been quiet for a long time behind Ling Feng roaring again, and wrapped around the red light like a hurricane, causing the scorched mud on the ground to fly everywhere.
He is not giving up, he is preparing for the final blow!
Ling Feng's eyes never stayed on the red light, and kept looking at the formation, but the speed of the Xuan Qi rotation was getting faster and faster, and the already extremely condensed Xuan Qi cloud sea began to move to the next level. In the Ling Palace,
The profound energy also surged out together.
At this moment, the mysterious energy on the red light completely turned into a liquid, as sexy as the blood hair on the back of Ling Feng's head, exuding a powerful aura that made everyone feel bored, and those with weaker strength felt a great threat.
It emanated from Ling Feng.
Everyone held their breath and stared at Ling Feng's figure.
When the last trace of profound energy in Lingfeng's spiritual palace flowed out from the meridians, the sea of blood energy clouds behind Lingfeng also disappeared at the same time.
He could feel the profound energy flowing in the red light, its power, its chaos, and its impatience!
Ling Feng's eyes finally moved away from the formation and fell on the red light. He opened his lips and the five words echoed throughout the world along with the sword light.
"One sword causes chaos in the sky!"
Ling Feng grabbed the red light with both hands and stabbed it on the dim formation, and the mysterious storm roared in an instant, flooding a hundred meters in radius.
Although people with weaker strength cannot see the specific situation clearly, a red sword light is deeply engraved in their hearts, which is Ling Feng's mysterious meaning.
As for the powerful ones, such as Huang Pu and others, their eyes can easily penetrate the blood and see the red light directly piercing the formation, as well as the figure disappearing behind the city gate.
Before the blood energy dissipated, a smile appeared on Huang Pu's face. The dragon killer next to him was a little confused. How could such a strong opponent still smile?
Just a little to the right of Huang Pu, there was a young man wearing white clothes and holding a long sword. It was Ran Bai who helped Ling Feng in the secret realm. He looked at Meng Men and said with a smile: "It seems that I
You are helping your opponent."
In the sky, Gui Shura and others looked at the sound of the fast running in the city and felt very happy.
"It's pitiful that he is weaker than the one with strong momentum." Master Mo took a tea cup and commented on Ling Feng's sword, then took a sip of tea and continued: "But it suits him very well."
When the blood energy dissipated, all the inner sect disciples ran over and saw a group of people led by Meng Wentian standing at Ling Feng's original position, staring blankly at the opened city gate, but Ling Feng had disappeared.
As for where he went, everyone present knew it. Meng Wentian took out the shadow stone and looked at the door master's mansion that was opened deep in the city. A trembling voice came from his mouth.