Zhang Cong has no intention of covering up his whereabouts now. Originally, he did not dare to expose himself too much because Xiaohua and his daughter were in the hands of the Xuanjian Sect. But now he got this news. Regardless of whether the news is true or not, it has made Zhang Cong completely crazy.
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The monstrous thunder field set off by the six golden dragons left no grass behind. Before they reached the halfway point of the mountain, a violent sword energy suddenly came down from the top of the mountain and smashed the six golden dragons into pieces. However, Zhang Cong was like a
The Dinghai Shenzhen and the overwhelming sword energy bypassed his side without even moving his feet.
The Qin sisters behind them also chased after them and stood side by side with Zhang Cong. Suddenly there was a cry from the mountain, and a gray shadow shot from a distance. It turned out to be an old man with white hair in a gray robe.
The old man was restrained and had a perfect cultivation level in the middle stage of the golden elixir. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Qin Lan and Zhang Cong, who were all dressed in red, with confusion.
"I'm Lin Zhen, Supreme Elder of Xuanjian Sect, I really don't know when Linzhou got a golden elixir monk as young as you? She was actually a girl.
Also, you two are very weird in your Qi refining. Did you make the golden dragon just now? Are you the helpers of Shadow Pavilion?"
The old man was obviously confused by Zhang Cong and the other three. Although he was cautious, he had even more doubts.
Zhang Cong didn't bother to speak at all. Qin Lan said to Qin Yu, who was looming in the purple air: "Go and kill all the little shrimps, clean up everything that needs to be packed, and the two of us are spending time here with this old guy."
Qin Yu smiled in the purple smoke, and then he saw the smoke getting lighter and lighter. In the blink of an eye, the smoke dissipated, and Qin Yu had disappeared without a trace.
Lin Zhen's gray robe moved automatically without any wind. She raised her eyebrows and just said, "Junior, how dare you...", when a shrill scream could be heard from the mountain behind her.
Before Lin Zhen could make a move, Zhang Cong had already swung a powerful sword.
Now that he has entered the mountain gate, there is no need for Zhang Cong to hide anymore. As soon as the Taoist Sword came out, it turned into a mountain of swords, pressing down on Lin Zhen head-on.
It looked like he was swinging a sword slowly, but in fact, Zhang Cong had no fewer than ten thousand swords in that moment. The sword shadows superimposed on each other were as large as half an acre of land. Not only were they sharp enough to tear through everything, but they were also as heavy as a thousand junctures.
The pressure directly covered Lin Zhen in the shadow of the sword.
Zhang Cong's use of Dao Dao Sword and Snake Kiss are completely different. Dao Dao Sword Jue is simply the exclusive sword technique of Dao Dao Sword. The power of using other magic weapons is simply not the same, especially now that Zhang Cong even has a sword in his heart and a sword in his hand.
The first level of swordlessness has not yet been reached, and the role of weapons is still very limited.
Lin Zhen, who was originally doubtful, was shrouded by the sword mountain, and suddenly turned pale with fright. With a wave of his robe sleeves, he stabbed out sword shadows all over the sky and faced the pressing sword mountain. At the same time, his figure flickered, and he used his body skills to avoid it.
But he saw Zhang Cong's left hand, and the black flag gates looming on all sides suddenly surrounded Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen's face became even more solemn. A long sword with golden light had already leaked out from under the sleeve of his robe. As the Spirit Devouring Illusionary Space Formation was fully deployed, the dense ghost energy actually formed a whirlwind, directly covering it.
Lin Zhen's body, he suddenly felt that all the spiritual energy in his body was being sucked into the whirlwind uncontrollably.
Lin Zhen frowned, swung the long sword in his hand, and his body turned into an afterimage. He lifted up several feet like a big bird. Then he spread out his arms, and thousands of sword shadows merged into a giant sword, pointing towards
Zhang Cong chopped it off at the head.
The huge lightsaber was as big as a room. Before the sword could reach him, the monstrous sword force crushed the stone pavement around Zhang Cong to pieces.
Zhang Cong waved his long sword with an expressionless face, and a bright Milky Way directly enveloped the giant sword falling from the sky. Then he tilted his body and turned into an afterimage on the ground. He raised his left hand, and suddenly a cloud of calamity enveloped the mid-air.
After catching Lin Zhen's clone, the clone was instantly blown away by lightning.
This was not over yet. The giant sword that Xinghe was involved in suddenly exploded into thousands of swords. At least half of them penetrated Xinghe and shot towards Zhang Cong and Qin Lan. However, before Zhang Cong could make any move, Qin Lan waved his staff.
, a curtain of fire immediately blocked the two of them.
The sword, which was capable of splitting mountains and rocks, was blocked by the fire curtain and turned into tiny sparks that dissipated. Zhang Cong and the other two did not even move. Instead, Lin Zhen, who was trapped in the flag formation, let out a roar.
The Xinghe sword style that wrapped most of the giant sword came out from the flag door and suddenly wrapped Lin Zhen. Even though he immediately used the cloak sword to protect his body, he was also embarrassed by Xinghe's sword light, and he
Half of the Wanfeng Hidden Sword that was struck was absorbed by the galaxy, and all of it was returned to him.
This time, Lin Zhen's head and teeth were completely broken, her gray robe turned into tatters, and even a lock of beard was shaved off.
The embarrassed Lin Zhen was so angry that she pointed at Zhang Cong and asked: "Your sword style is like that old bastard's sword. Who are you?"
Zhang Cong laughed, and made a direct stroke of Wenjian in his hand: "Master Wenjian is my master, and your sword sect should pay for your shameless behavior in the past."
What Zhang Cong drew was actually the afterimage of Master Wenjian Taoist. Although it was not very similar, when the afterimage in the void stabbed Lin Zhen with his sword, his face was already ashen.
The illusionary sky formation let out a sinister smile, and a cloud of green smoke spread out, completely surrounding Lin Zhen. As Zhang Cong painted in the void, the second afterimage also stabbed Lin Zhen with his sword.
Lin Zhen's white hair suddenly stood up, and with a roar, a golden light from the center of his brows and eyes immediately shot towards Zhang Cong. At the same time, his body swayed and turned into three afterimages. Two of them withstood the attack of the void, leaving one.
It turned into a long sword and stabbed Zhang Cong with the golden light.
An extremely dangerous warning suddenly came to Zhang Cong's mind. Without hesitation, the Holy Turtle Armor raised a thick turtle shell in front of his heart. Before Zhang Cong could make another move, the golden light had already hit it.
On the tortoise shell.
A huge force directly knocked Zhang Cong away. Qin Lan screamed, and a ten-foot-long golden crow flew out of the staff. He swallowed the long sword that was shot with electricity in one mouthful. Lin Zhen heard a cry
He screamed, and then a fire broke out in the phantom formation.
Zhang Cong was smashed and flew dozens of feet, and was hugged by Qin Lan who was chasing him. Zhang Cong wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, and he pointed his sword towards the sky, and immediately a ball of purple
The calamity cloud landed on Lin Zhen's head.
At this time, Lin Zhen's left arm had been burnt black, and the three transformed figures had disappeared. He was swinging his sword in a panic to fight against the attacks of two phantoms.
Zhang Cong's void painting is not a painting. It is a ball of sword intent condensed by thousands of sword lights. It is completely controlled by Zhang Cong's spiritual thoughts. Every blow in the painting is a real Taoist sword style.
Lin Zhen spent a lot of spiritual energy to sacrifice the Lingtai Golden Sword, but it was blocked by Zhang Cong's Holy Turtle Armor. Although Zhang Cong was injured, it was not serious. On the other hand, Lin Zhen at this time was broken by the Golden Crow's illusion and was also attacked by Fire.
Injured by poison, his combat power has been greatly reduced.
At this time, the huge golden crow kept spinning around the illusionary formation. Although it did not attack again, the threat to Lin Zhen was no less than the afterimage of Wenjian Taoist. Seeing that the spiritual power continued to leak out, his head was covered with tribulation again.
Yun and Zhang Cong stood in the distance to control the afterimage attack, and there was also a mid-stage Golden Core Fire cultivator eyeing the raiding formation. Lin Zhen was completely desperate, but he couldn't run away, so he could only fight like a trapped beast.
The calamity cloud almost stuck to Lin Zhen's head. Zhang Cong gritted his teeth and said, "Is it a spiritual attack? You didn't know that I, a Qi practitioner, can do this, right?"
Before he finished speaking, three thin silver needles suddenly shot out from the center of his eyebrows and stabbed straight into Lin Zhen's head. Lin Zhen was so frightened that she couldn't avoid the attack except to resist it. His whole forehead suddenly became like
Like a birthday boy, the bulge was so high that three nerve thorns shot directly into Lin Zhen's big, shining head.
Lin Zhen screamed and dwarfed. Before he could fall down, the swords struck by two phantoms struck him firmly again.
The screams continued, and Lin Zhen, who was stabbed by the nerves on the spiritual platform, could no longer keep up with the speed of Zhang Cong's sword. Often, the afterimage of Zhang Cong's painting stabbed ten swords, and he could block seven. Very soon
Soon Lin Zhen's gray robe was dyed red by blood donation.
However, Zhang Cong really saw how tenacious the vitality of the Golden elixir monks was this time. He was sucked away the spiritual energy, injured by the fire poison of the Golden Crow, and stabbed by nerves. Now he is still being cut off by the sword, but
Lin Zhen in the illusion formation was still roaring angrily, waving his sword to resist, but his body seemed to be fine.
Zhang Cong looked at Qin Lan next to him in confusion: "Is it so difficult to defeat Jin Dan? You can't defeat him no matter what?"
Qin Lan also saw it inexplicably. Zhang Cong pointed his sword at the door, and suddenly a piece of golden lightning thunder poured down from the calamity cloud, and it struck Lin Zhen solidly.
The thunderbolt condensed to golden color by Zhang Cong struck Lin Zhen, instantly scorching all his clothes and even his scalp. What stunned Zhang Cong and Zhang Cong was that the scorch was almost indistinguishable from the charcoal.
The strange Lin Zhen was still wielding the gleaming golden sword, resisting the sword attacks of Jie Lei and the two afterimages. Although her movements were a little slow, she was still alive.
Zhang Cong felt that something was wrong. As long as he was a human, he could not suffer such a big blow and still persist. Although it was his first time to fight against the golden elixir monk, this Lin Zhen was too outrageous?
Without hesitation, Zhang Cong's figure moved, and he had already disappeared into the illusionary formation. Eight sharp swords, from the eight ever-changing flag gates, stabbed Lin Zhen who was standing in the middle and howling.
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What he didn't expect was that Lin Zhen actually ignored the oncoming sword. He turned the golden sword with the door wide open, and an overwhelming sword energy rushed towards the fantasy sky formation. It seemed that Lin Zhen would rather
Even with eight sword blows, Zhang Cong, who was hiding in the flag formation, was still to be killed. This was a completely life-threatening move.
Zhang Cong was shocked. The eight flag gates were attacked together. Unless he immediately used his physical skills to escape from the flag formation, he might be able to avoid the sword attack, but the flag formation would definitely be destroyed.
Zhang Cong bit his teeth, and the holy turtle armor once again protected his whole body. The Dao Dao Sword in his hand moved with ease, and thousands of sword shadows merged into a ray of light, and the monstrous sword energy that came rushing towards him struck down with lightning speed.
