Chapter 2188 praying mantis catching cicada, behind the oriole
"Hahaha, in this ruins space, there is no first-come, first-served basis."
The strong man laughed wildly, with murderous intent dancing in his eyes: "Only by killing, the living will gain treasure, and the dead will perish."
"If Xuanyang Sect does not retreat, there will only be one end."
"die!"
Wow!
The strong man held out a scarlet sword in his hand.
The disciples of the sect behind him also drew their swords one after another, exuding a fierce killing intent.
Zhuo Xiaoping frowned.
The Tiandao Sect is not weak in the Kunlun Region. It specializes in swordsmanship and has sharp sword skills. This strong man is the elder of the Tiandao Sect's Law Enforcement Hall and has the early stage cultivation of the God Transformation Realm.
As for the feminine man next to him, he is a subordinate force of the Tiandao Sect, called Feiyun Sect, and is good at spells and spells.
"Zhuo Xiaoping, I will give you one last chance to leave this place with Xuanyang Sect!"
"Otherwise, if you get angry later and want to leave, it will be too late."
The strong man held a bloody knife and quietly released a trace of evil energy.
Even so, the killing intent in him became even more intense, and he was obviously not ready to let Xuanyang Sect leave.
Such a treasure land, if Xuanyang Sect is allowed to leave and call for support, they will not be able to safely obtain the ancient treasure.
The only option is to kill them all.
Only then can you monopolize the treasure.
"Hmph, your Tiandao Sect has always been unfaithful to your words. Do you really think I will believe your lies?"
Zhuo Xiaoping's eyes sharpened, and the red flame sword on his shoulder trembled.
"Set up the formation!"
A low drink.
Zheng!
Behind him, more than a dozen Xuanyang Sect disciples were walking with mysterious steps, their sword intentions were superimposed on each other, and a blazing sword intention filled the air.
Xuanyang Sword Formation!
As soon as the sword formation came out, there was no relief for the three parties.
The strong man's eyes were full of ferociousness, and his sword was pointing straight ahead.
"kill!"
Boom!
A piercing bloody light burst out from the blade. The strong man took the lead, with a body like thunder. He took three steps in a row, leaped into the air step by step, and appeared several meters high in the air in an instant.
now.
The big knife in his hand has completely turned into blood red, and blood lines are surging in the strong man's arms holding the knife, connecting with the bloody knife.
"The True Blood Knife Technique!"
Zhuo Xiaoping's cold eyes narrowed.
This is the secret skill of the Tiandao Sect. It is said that if you practice it to the extreme, you can combine the human sword with one and have unparalleled combat power.
Seeing the opponent's sword coming towards him, Zhuo Xiaoping's eyes were cold, and the red flame sword in front of him transformed into a huge fire python and crashed towards him.
Bang!
Boom!
The battle became intense in an instant.
Dozens of monks fought together, the spiritual power surged extremely violently, the sword energy raged wildly, turning the originally quiet and peaceful lakeside into a bloody battlefield.
…
At this moment, Tang Ming was standing on a tree trunk, breathing calmly, watching the battlefield calmly.
After a while.
Tang Ming lowered his eyes and glanced around.
Under his perception, there were also many monks hidden around him, and everyone was secretly observing, preparing for the mantis to catch the cicada, with the oriole behind.
Of course, due to the restrictions on the ruins, these people were not able to use their souls to explore the surroundings at will like Tang Ming. Instead, they used primitive methods to huddle in hidden areas and observe with the naked eye.
at the same time.
The killings on the lakeside became more and more brutal.
People on all sides died.
"Zhuo Xiaoping, are you still struggling?"
The strong man laughed ferociously: "I heard that you have an illegitimate son who is very talented in cultivation. You keep him with you all the time. I guess he is also fighting below?"
As he spoke, his hand movements were not slow, and various sharp attacks came one after another.
Zhuo Xiaoping's face was gloomy, and he controlled the flying sword to resolve the attack.
Although he could still resist, the other sect disciples were unable to withstand it, especially when they were encircled and suppressed by the two forces of the Tiandao Sect and Feiyun Sect, and suffered heavy losses.
Blood stained the lakeside soil red.
There were already more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground.
One of the young swordsmen's bodies was covered with knife marks and dripping with blood.
"Chao Cheng, aren't you afraid of Xuanyang Sect's revenge?"
Zhuo Xiaoping gritted his teeth and his eyes were scarlet.
"Haha, your Xuanyang Sect has suppressed my Tiandao Sect for decades. Is it not too much for me to take some interest today?"
Chao Cheng grinned, and the attacks in his hands became more fierce.
The feminine man next to him also gave no chance, and arranged formations to constantly force Zhuo Xiaoping's position.
"ah!"
Not far away, the young swordsman screamed, but his right arm was cut off and blood spurted out.
"Chaocheng, you deserve to die!"
Zhuo Xiaoping was furious, with a violent aura dancing in his eyes.
This young swordsman is his son.
Seeing that his own flesh and blood were in a life-and-death crisis, he no longer held back his hand, held the sword secret in his hand, and made a sudden stroke between his eyebrows.
Tsk.
A bloody streak opened between his eyebrows.
Blood splattered and turned into blazing flames.
The aura on Zhuo Xiaoping's body continued to surge, and the flying sword emitted billowing flames, and the blazing sword energy caused the void to sway.
"Um?"
Chao Cheng did not dare to neglect and quickly jumped away to avoid these motives.
Zhuo Xiaoping has already begun to work hard, burning his own foundation in exchange for a short-term improvement in strength. He has a chance to win, so naturally he is not willing to fight for it.
"Stop him!"
Chao Cheng shouted low.
The feminine man next to him already had several talismans in his hands, and after hearing this, he activated the formation.
Whoosh!
Rolling white mist poured out of the field, turning into shackles of white mist, surrounding Zhuo Xiaoping.
"break!"
Zhuo Xiaoping's eyes were scarlet and he roared.
The flames surged wildly.
The sword light bursts out.
Suddenly, more than a dozen shackles of white mist around them were cut off, but what followed was that more and more shackles were condensed.
The white mist rolled around, completely blocking everyone's sight.
But for just a moment of peace, loud noises suddenly erupted in the white mist.
Chao Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Brother Chao, don't worry too much. This Cloud Locking Formation is the secret method of my Feiyun Sect. It will not be easy for Zhuo Xiaoping to get out of trouble."
The feminine man smiled proudly.
Chao Cheng felt relieved and looked at other battlefields, sneering: "There must be many people around here secretly watching. We must retain our strength and not be exhausted by Zhuo Xiaoping."
"You are in charge of the formation here, and I will kill all the remaining men of the Xuanyang Sect first..."
Just as he was preparing to rush to the battlefield.
Sudden changes occur.
"Crack!"
A blazing light burst out from the thick white mist. Wherever the light reached, the clouds and mist melted.
Zheng!
The sound of swords sounded.
A flying sword tore through the void and instantly cut off the head of the feminine man.
Chao Cheng's expression changed drastically.
The white mist dissipated, and a man with disheveled hair came out holding a sword.
At this time, Zhuo Xiaoping was no longer as free and easy as before. His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, and his eyes were stained with blood.
He slowly raised his head and his bloody eyes fell on Chao Cheng.
"Are you crazy? How dare you let the flying sword eat your soul!"
Chao Cheng was startled.
The reason why Xuanyang Sect is so powerful is that it can use its own essence and blood to ignite the natal flying sword in exchange for powerful strength.
In other words, this is using one's own foundation to nurture Feijian.
now.
Zhuo Xiaoping actually used all his blood, blood, and even his soul to ignite his natal flying sword.
Flying swords eat souls.
It will make the host die and live again. Although Zhuo Xiaoping has a strong aura at the moment, he is actually a dead person. When this energy subsides, he will definitely die.