The figures of Ao Ling and Ao Ao are not clear at all.
At the collision point between their two weapons, waves of ripples shook out. You must know that this is Chunshen Realm, and in terms of spatial stability, it is far beyond the small planes.
It is undoubtedly a foolish dream for ordinary people in the Yuan Shen stage to want to tear apart space.
It can be seen that the attack intensity of these two people is no less destructive than the Yuan Shen stage.
On the field.
Ao Nai's face was relaxed and he had some energy left.
Ao Lingjiao was panting, her face was red, and she was obviously a little exhausted.
"It is said that the daughter of the Dragon King of East Lake has poor qualifications, and it is true! She has only cultivated the golden elixir so far, so she can only rely on magic weapons to speak harshly!"
When Ao Ling heard Ao Ai's taunt, he became furious.
"Bastard! Shut up!"
Ao Ling screamed like a bastard, and Ao Ai became completely angry.
"Go to hell!"
He no longer held back and headed straight for Ao Ling's life gate.
After all, Ao Ling is only in the Golden Core stage. With the sharpness of his magic weapon, being able to compete with Ao Ai in the Yuanshen stage is already the limit. If he wants to win, it is almost a dream.
"stop!"
Just when Ao Ao was about to pierce Ao Ling's head with his shot, an angry shout rang out.
When Ao Ai heard this roar, he couldn't help but wake up. He couldn't kill Ao Ling! Otherwise, there would be big trouble!
Ao Ling is different from him. After all, she is the legitimate daughter of the Dragon King of East Lake. If she were to be killed, her father would not be able to save himself.
With some doubts, Ao An couldn't help but tilt the gun head, and the shot penetrated Ao Ling's shoulder blade.
"Woo!"
Ao Ling was shot through and couldn't help crying out in pain!
"Bang!"
Then, Ao Ai kicked Ao Ling in the abdomen, pulled out the spear, and sprayed blood.
"boom!"
Ao Ling's figure was like a stream of light, hitting the ground and creating a huge crater in the ground, causing the entire island to shake.
"Whoosh!"
From the sky, a ray of light fell, and it was Lin Feng who came to the rescue.
Lin Feng helped Ao Ling up in the huge pit and said nervously: "Your Highness, are you okay?"
Ao Ling stood up tremblingly, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his expression suddenly became sluggish.
"I'm fine."
Ao Ling shook her head, but her gloomy face did not look like she was okay.
High in the air.
Ao Ao's figure slowly fell down and looked at the two people in the huge pit.
"You Mr. Yuanhe Shui are really a tortoise. You are not angry when you are insulted by a dragon, and you are not anxious when your disciple is caught. This tortoise-like endurance skill is not a true inheritance from your tortoise prime minister, right? Haha!"
Ao Xi's bloody spear pointed at Lin Feng and Ao Ling, taunting them wantonly.
"Stop talking nonsense! Hand over my sister quickly!"
"Your sister?" Ao Ai sneered, "So, you are another disciple of Lord Yuanhe Shui? That's fine! I will catch you both. If you don't believe him, he won't submit!"
After saying that, he rushed towards Lin Feng!
As a Yuanshen-stage monk who is good at close combat, Ao Ai's short-distance sprint speed is almost the same as teleportation.
Just when Lin Feng thought his life was about to end, the Ten Thousand Sword Diagram in his arms suddenly erupted with terrifying spiritual pressure!
"boom!!!"
The sword world is coming!
Ao Ai's rushing figure suddenly seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.
"This is...a magic weapon from the cave!"
Ao Ao couldn't help but show a look of shock on his face. Although the weapon in his hand was a fifth-level magic weapon, it was nothing like the difference between heaven and earth compared to the magic weapon of the cave.
Then, the shock on his face was replaced by greed.
Heavenly magic weapon!
This little golden elixir monk actually took out the cave magic weapon!
Luck is really coming, and nothing can stop it!
Obviously, in his eyes, Lin Feng has become a treasure-delivery boy.
"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!! Open it for me!"
With Ao He's whole body full of magic power, the phantom of the sword world could no longer suppress him.
Seeing this, Ao Ao couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Idiot, do you really think you can suppress me with a magic weapon?"
Lin Feng's expression changed dramatically!
He is just a monk at the Golden Core stage. It is not easy to stay calm when facing a monk at the Yuanshen stage. For him to rush forward and fight like Ao Ling is nothing more than a joke.
Ao Ling was able to compete with Ao An, on the one hand, with the help of magic weapons, and on the other hand, because of the suppression of the dragon bloodline.
Lin Feng had neither of these, so he could only watch Wan Jiantu perform freely.
Just when the two of them were desperate.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.
It is Zheng Dong's water clone.
"Who are you?"
When he saw Zheng Dong, Ao He's face changed as he was about to escape from trouble. He actually couldn't see the reality of the monk in front of him.
The Water Elemental clone looked at him with contempt, not even interested in talking to him.
Feeling the contempt in the other person's eyes, Ao Nai was completely angered.
Ao Ao had experienced this kind of look countless times in the East China Sea Dragon Palace since he was a child.
But anyway, incompetence and rage are meaningless.
Only seen.
Zheng Dong waved his sleeves.
In the Ten Thousand Swords Picture, a substantial mountain peak flew towards Ao Nai and suppressed it.
This is the mountain peak outlined by the sword energy in the sword world.
The peak of the sword was as high as a thousand blades, and it pressed on the top of Ao An's head like an ant.
"boom--!"
On Dulong Island, the dust is flying and everything is quiet.
Ao Ao was suppressed by the sword and was trapped at the bottom of the mountain. He did not know whether he was alive or dead.
"Master...Master!"
Lin Feng immediately knelt down, bowed his head and said: "This disciple is incompetent and brings shame to the master!"
Ao Ling's beautiful eyes looked at Zheng Dong in disbelief.
In her impression, although Zheng Dong was not weak in cultivation, he was too cowardly. Unexpectedly, this time he suppressed Ao Ao with thunderous means.
"Get up! How can you say that the Golden Core Stage is incompetent compared to the Yuanshen Stage?"
Hearing Zheng Dong's comforting words, Lin Feng stood up in shame.
"I'll leave those trash fish to you!"
"As you command!"
Lin Feng kowtowed and stood up.
Only seen.
He took out a simple token, and figures rushed out from the token. They were the elite soldiers of Guishui.
Thousands of Guishui elite soldiers rushed into the demon group, just like tigers entering a flock of sheep.
Some of the golden elixir demon generals on the island were able to resist for a while, but the ordinary demons were killed by Guishui elite soldiers in an instant.
What's even more frightening is that none of Guishui's elite soldiers are afraid of death.
After all, from a certain perspective, the elite soldiers of Guishui are immortal. As long as the ancient token in Lin Feng's hand is not destroyed, even if they die, they can be reborn in the token space.
Zheng Dong didn't pay attention to the ensuing fight.
He flicked a pill into Ao Ling's mouth and asked, "Can you still walk?"
After taking the elixir, Ao Ling's face suddenly became rosy, and the wound on his shoulder blade healed visibly.
"I'm fine!"
Ao Ling looked ashamed.
Zheng Dong didn't mean to blame her. She was concerned about Lin Ling's safety, so her reckless behavior was understandable.
"Let's go!"
With that said, Zheng Dong took the lead and walked towards Ao Ao's cave.
Ao Ling followed closely behind.
Along the way, all the monsters that stood in front of Zheng Dong were killed by him with a single thought. In the end, no monster dared to hinder him in the slightest.
Zheng Dong rescued Lin Ling smoothly all the way.
An hour later.
There are no monsters left to resist on Poison Dragon Island.
All the monsters, not a single one left, were killed!
Only then did Zheng Dong take a look at Ao Ai, who was suppressed under the sword peak.
After Ao Ai was suppressed, not only was his whole body's magic power blocked, but he also fell into a coma.
"boom--!"
He retracted his sword and was about to kill him, but was stopped by Ao Ling.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Dong turned around and looked at Ao Ling.
"You can't kill him!" Ao Ling shook her head, "He is the illegitimate son of the second prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. Killing him will cause big trouble!"
"Oh?" Zheng Dong raised his eyebrows slightly, "If that's the case, then skin it and cramp it, and keep its life!"
Hearing this, Ao Ling couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Why did she think Zheng Dong was a soft persimmon before?