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From the perspective of Lin Zhiyun and others, we can see a faint look of pain on Nangong Ling's pretty face.
She struggled hard and tried to get up to resist. Her delicate body could barely move a few inches. Her face suddenly turned pale. She opened her mouth slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then she slumped to the ground weakly and could no longer move.
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As a result, Xu Wu's vicious and domineering kick seemed to be about to hit her in the head.
With Xu Wu's powerful cultivation, if this foot is firmly planted, the brains of this disciple of Piaohua Palace will burst and he will die.
"stop!"
Seeing her beloved disciple in danger, Lin Zhiyun felt anxious and couldn't help but let out a sweet shout.
At the critical moment, she could no longer hold anything back, and the power of the Charming Spirit Body exploded in full force, pushing the Word Spirit Sutra to the extreme. An indescribable power of charm spread out and filled the world.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone around her, she was no longer just a beautiful woman, but a collection of all the charms and desires in the world.
Just looking at her, Zheng Qiyuan felt his face turn red, his heart beat fast, and his mouth was dry. The leader of the Heavenly Sword Alliance, a powerful saint who had just married a beautiful wife, could hardly control his emotions and wanted to do something to disgrace his bride.
Not to mention that he was a young and energetic man, but the female disciples such as Zheng Yueting and Shen Xiaowan who saw Lin Zhiyun at the side couldn't help but have their eyes light up, their hearts pounding, and they were about to be broken.
When she yelled, Xu Wu's right foot was about to kick Zhongnan Gong Ling, but it stopped abruptly.
There was clearly only a two-inch gap, but his right foot seemed to be malfunctioning, unable to step on it no matter what.
"Help!"
After successfully seizing this opportunity, Lin Zhiyun gave a soft drink, raised her feet in the air, and transformed her delicate body into a blue shadow, shooting towards Xu Wu's direction.
Liu Qiqi and others had also come to their senses, and they also spread their body skills and followed closely behind her.
The five people's cultivation level was astonishing and their speed was extremely fast. They appeared next to Nangong Ling in the blink of an eye. They used ten thousand swords to return to the sect, the God-Slaying Immortal Sword, the Tyrant Dragon-Slaying Sword, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique...all kinds of powerful spiritual skills.
They hit Xu Wu and Wang Lun as if they were free. The sky was filled with hundreds of flowers, dazzling and colorful, and the terrifying momentum was overwhelming and soaring into the sky.
These five people already possess the cultivation of saints. After three years of hard work, their strength has been greatly improved. How can a mere saint resist the power caused by using all their strength?
However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.
The extremely sharp sword light, the fierce sword energy and the overbearing and mighty hammer force passed directly through the bodies of Xu Wu and Wang Lun, as if they had hit a phantom.
Xu Wu's eyes were still looking directly at Nangong Ling, who was lying on the ground, with murderous intent in his eyes. He raised his right foot high, as if he was about to kick her head off at any moment.
Wang Lun, on the other hand, still looked sluggish, with his head hanging down, leaning against Xu Wu, and letting him support him, motionless.
The most powerful skills of the five great saints actually defeated Lonely and failed to cause even the slightest harm to the two of them.
"phantom?"
Lin Zhiyun's complexion changed, her watery eyes revealed a look of surprise, and she exclaimed.
It turned out that Xu Wu and the two were captured by an illusion at some point while they were escaping.
The illusion in front of him was so exquisite and detailed that it was completely impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye. Especially after Lin Zhiyun performed the Yan Ling Sutra, Xu Wu's illusion deliberately appeared to be blocked. Even the expression on his face was lifelike, with the words "fake it to be real".
"These four words are not enough to describe the mastery of the performer.
Unexpectedly, apart from Ling'er, there are other masters of illusion of this level in the world!
Seeing the three phantoms gradually fading away and finally disappearing without a trace, Lin Zhiyun became more and more frightened as she thought about it, and gained a new understanding of the enemy's strength.
In her opinion, she could perform illusions to such an extent that even five saints could be deceived easily. She did not think about anyone except her eldest disciple Nangong Ling.
Nangong Ling had a deep relationship with the girls of Piaohua Palace, and of course he would not take action against his master and junior sister. Therefore, Lin Zhiyun instantly judged that there was at least one outstanding person in the opponent's camp who was as good at illusions as his own eldest disciple.
Not good, Linger!
Recalling the injured Nangong Ling in the fantasy just now, Lin Zhiyun's heart moved and her face suddenly turned ugly.
She suddenly realized that since the opponent's illusion master could transform into Nangong Ling, he must have met his eldest disciple.
As for Nangong Ling, with his injured body, he faced Xu Wu, Wang Lun and the terrifying illusion master alone. The result is self-evident.
"Hey, what is that?"
Just when she was feeling anxious and worried, Shen Xiaowan suddenly reached out and pointed at the sky.
Everyone looked up in the direction of her finger and saw that a circle of sparkling white light appeared in the sky at some point, converging into an arc-shaped dome, completely covering Lin Zhiyun and the five of them.
"It's a trap!"
Zheng Yueting gave a sweet cry, her expression instantly became serious, and she swung the red line knife upwards without hesitation, slashing out a dazzling sharp knife light, which landed on the white dome without any hesitation.
However, when struck by this overbearing sword light, the white light curtain only flickered slightly, and then returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, with no damage at all.
"let me!"
Seeing how strong the light curtain was, Shen Xiaowan's eyes lit up, and she immediately became eager to win. She tapped her toes on the ground, jumped up, swung the Haotian Hammer, which was larger than herself, and smashed it towards the dome above.
Her power is so amazing, when used with all her strength, this hammer can easily split mountains, crack rocks, and shatter the sky.
Unexpectedly, the white dome received this blow, but it was like being bitten by a mosquito. It failed to stir up any momentum. Except that the color became slightly darker, there was no change at all.
"boom!"
On the contrary, Shen Xiaowan fell straight from the air under the action of a strange rebound force, and hit the ground hard, creating a huge dent.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Seeing that both of her classmates had missed, Liu Qiqi's eyes flashed, and countless rays of golden sword light instantly gathered on the Immortal Slaying Sword, turning into a terrifying sword energy that shook the earth and struck the light curtain with the force of thunder and lightning. above.
This sword combines two major swordsmanship talents and a holy sword skill. How can it be so powerful?
Under the innate sword spirit's ability to cut through anything, the white light curtain finally opened a gap of about ten feet long, revealing the scene on the other side of the dome.
Through the gap, you can see three figures standing in the air, all looking down.
Sitting in the center was the bald man Wang Lun who had just been severely injured by the combined efforts of Shen Xiaowan and the Zheng siblings.
At this time, he was tall and straight, with a rosy complexion, a devilish smile on his lips, a playful light in his eyes, and a relaxed and happy expression. How could he look hurt at all?
On his left side, Xu Wu had his hands behind his back, his long hair flying, his white skirt fluttering, his eyes as calm as water, and the sunlight shone on the bronze mask, reflecting an almost coquettish gradient light.
If the appearance of these two people was quite reasonable, then the slim figure on the right really surprised Lin Zhiyun and others.
Nangong Ling!
The graceful figure standing side by side with Wang Lun and Xu Wu turned out to be Nangong Ling, the eldest disciple of Piaohua Palace!
"Ling'er!"
"Sister!"
"Senior Sister Nangong!"
Everyone looked shocked and shouted in unison.
However, Nangong Ling did not respond to the enthusiastic calls from Lin Zhiyun and others.
She was still standing quietly in the air, with golden light shining in her eyes, her face as calm as water, and her expression neither happy nor sad, as if the five people below did not exist.
The gap in the dome that was cut by Liu Qiqi did not exist for long. It was soon filled up by the white light that gathered from all around, and turned into a vast expanse of white again, blocking the figures of Nangong Ling and the others.
Liu Qiqi felt anxious. She raised her hand and struck out with her sword, once again cutting a gap of the same size in the white light screen.
However, this time, what appeared on the other side of the gap was not Wang Lun and the others, but another even more dazzling light curtain.
I don't know what means the other party used, but they actually covered the light curtain with another layer of light curtain, like a Russian matryoshka doll, completely blocking the five people below.
"Ling'er, Ling'er!"
Lin Zhiyun was not willing to give in. While calling out repeatedly, she waved her hand and raised her sword, shooting countless golden sword lights at the white dome.
The other four people also took action in unison, and within the light curtain, there was a flash of swords and shadows, and a hundred flowers were dazzled.
However, this light curtain is not only extremely strong, but its recovery speed is also far beyond imagination. No matter what kind of damage it is suffered, countless white lights will rush in from all directions, repairing the damage instantly, making it intact as before.
On the outside of the white dome, four other light curtains of the same style were built continuously, layer upon layer, airtight.
Except for Liu Qiqi's sword blow earlier, no one could see the three people on the other side of the light curtain anymore.
"That's it!"
Just outside the light curtain where Lin Zhiyun and others couldn't see, Nangong Lingying opened her lips lightly, spoke like an oriole, and slowly uttered a few words.
Immediately, she raised her white jade-like right hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
From the five-layer light curtain below, an extremely bright white light suddenly burst out, turning into a thick pillar of light, rising from the ground and shooting straight into the sky. The violent explosion was deafening, splitting rocks and piercing the clouds.
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