Seeing the temporary truce between Leng Chuluo and others, Huangfu Lingyun quickly stepped forward to check Peng Enyu's injury. As a disciple of a large sect, he naturally had a certain understanding of medical skills. After careful inspection, he found that Peng Enyu's condition at this time was not good.
That's pretty good.
The internal and external injuries were not minor, but luckily the foundation was not damaged. In addition, his mental power was excessively consumed and there was not much vitality left. Even if he woke up, there was no possibility of fighting again.
After taking out a few healing pills and giving them to Peng Enyu, he slowly woke up not long after. The previous coma was also due to his mental energy being drained.
Peng Enyu looked at the slightly injured Jian Wenqing with a wry smile, and Yin Bujue who was still half-kneeling on the ground, and laughed at himself: "The Tianji Mansion's ranking is really accurate. I originally thought that I was strong enough to be on the list.
The fourth place, I didn’t expect it to be the fifth place on the list.”
At this time, the other masters who came up from the side were in even more complicated moods.
Shangguan Wuque sighed and said: "Then who are we? The top ten and the top five on the list are so different in strength. They are both acquired perfection. I really don't know how you cultivate. Brother Peng, now you are just asking for love with swords."
He Yinbujue still has the possibility of fighting Leng Chuluo, but from our perspective, I’m afraid this battle will be over soon.”
Qian Duoduo nodded at the side and said: "That's true. Just now, the three of you fell into a wonderful state. The three people's martial arts phantoms resonated with each other, and the joint killing moves have been significantly improved. That's it, still not
The last stick against Leng Chuluo, but I really didn’t expect Master Wushuang to use the stick method.”
At this time, Leng Chuluo's junior brother Wang Bo said with a melancholy expression: "Senior brother is not a stick user. It's just that by chance, senior brother got a copy of "The Stick Technique of Seeking Defeat" and was very interested in the meaning of seeking defeat.
I have only practiced for three months, and the disciples of my Creation Teaching naturally choose the long sword as their main weapon."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people around him became more complicated, especially Peng Enyu, who almost fainted after losing his breath.
At this moment, Yin Bujue, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly spit out blood and lay on his back.
Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to carry him off the field. The fourth and fifth people on the list were both seriously injured. If they were accidentally swept away by the aftermath of Leng Chuluo and Jian Wenqing, it would be unjust to die on the spot.
After checking the injuries on his body, Huangfu Lingyun said: "He was injured more seriously than Peng Enyu. What's more troublesome is that there is a strong force flowing through his body at this time. He has fainted again now. We
We must find a way to use Qigong to help him get rid of that strength, otherwise this young hero Yin might really die like this."
Wang Bo stepped forward to check it out and said: "This is the "Supernatural Ballistic" that senior brother used before. In the end, Yin Bujue resisted several of senior brother's fingers in order to form a decisive blow with the other two people. This happened
Leave it to me, even though I haven’t learned this finger technique, I still understand it relatively well.”
Feng Fantian, who had been silent, interjected: "So now only Jian Wenqing and Leng Chuluo are one-on-one. By the way, what did Leng Chuluo mean when he said that his fighting spirit was less than 50%?"
Everyone looked at Wang Bo.
Wang Bo was getting rid of the finger strength in Yin Bujue's body and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of money. After hearing Feng Fantian's question, he looked at the white robe with a complicated expression.
The untainted Leng Chuluo.
He sighed and said: "It's useless to tell you about this matter. It seems that senior brother's plan has failed, but that's fine. After Jian Wenqing is defeated by senior brother, this battle at Thunder Peak is over, and so are you.
It’s time to break through the innateness.”
Hearing Wang Bo's abrupt change of subject, several people present rolled their eyes at the same time.
Only Peng Enyu endured the pain all over his body and laughed a few times before saying: "Lin Mo hasn't come yet. To be honest, Leng Chuluo is very strong, terrifyingly strong. Once he is serious, all of us combined will fight him."
But he, with his current strength, may not be able to defeat Lin Mo."
Huangfu Lingyun and Qian Duoduo also nodded subconsciously.
Wang Bo looked at Peng Enyu with some confusion, obviously not understanding his inexplicable confidence in Lin Mo.
Peng Enyu smiled and continued: "Both are acquired perfections. In fact, we can roughly feel each other's strengths and weaknesses. Just like Mr. Tang, I am afraid that he hid his clumsiness in the battle with Leng Chuluo just now.
"
Tang Yu stopped chatting with Ye Wanying beside him, looked at Peng Enyu with calm eyes, and said without confirmation or denial: "There is no point in fighting anymore, we will all lose. I don't want to get hurt because of this, but Mr. Leng took action.
It’s quite merciless.”
Speaking of which, except for Peng Enyu and Yin Bujue, Tang Yu was the most seriously injured. He received a Fuxie Seal from Leng Chuluo head-on, and several of his ribs were broken. It was obviously Leng Chuluo who was also injured.
Luo found out that this guy was letting off steam, so he was so ruthless.
Huangfu Lingyun glanced at Tang Yu with a half-smile, and then said: "So, with Brother Peng's strength and vision, do you think the feeling Lin Mo brings to you is similar to Leng Chuluo?"
Peng Enyu frowned and said uncertainly: "In terms of feeling, the two of them are actually similar, but for some reason I believe Brother Lin will not lose."
Everyone rolled their eyes, but Huangfu Lingyun and Qian Duoduo, who had the most contact with Lin Mo, also had the same idea and had no reason to believe that Lin Mo would not lose.
At this time, the center of Thunder Peak.
Jian Wenqing looked at Leng Chuluo in front of him seriously and said: "I have one more sword, the last sword, the strongest sword. If this move can't defeat you, then it will be useless to continue fighting."
Leng Chuluo didn't know what he was thinking, he sighed and said: "Brother Jian, let's take action."
Jian Wenqing put away her black-edged long sword, and after taking a deep breath, her sword power surged!
At this time, he seemed to have turned into a sword, a magic sword, a deadly magic sword!
When Leng Chuluo saw this, a light flashed in his eyes, but thinking that this was his last move, the light dimmed again.
The demon's soul-chasing sword! The evil spirits are divided into flying ghosts howling!
Suddenly, the demonic energy at Thunder Peak was far stronger than the ghostly energy!
The aura of destruction spread out, and several tiny sword auras emitted from Jian Wenqing's body!
Then, a breeze blew by, Jian Wenqing used himself as a sword and stabbed Leng Chuluo directly!
Wherever it passes, demonic energy is everywhere and souls are howling. Compared with before, this place now looks like a real hell!
Seeing this, Leng Chuluo put his fingers together and kept carving in the void.
The sound of thunder deep in the dark clouds in the sky was endless, and then a flash of thunder flashed across the sky!
After Leng Chuluo finished carving, he directly faced the dark and terrifying magic sword in front of him, and felt a little empty!
Magical ballistics! Drought and thunder destroy the top!
In an instant, it was like thousands of thunders gathered in one finger, and the supreme power wiped out all the evil energy!
Similarly, Jian Wenqing, who turned into a demon sword, was knocked to the ground and fainted.
Leng Chuluo sighed and said: "Exactly 50%. Unfortunately, I look down on the world too much."
The bleeding blade in his palm has thousands of rays of light, leading the world and laughing at the common people.
The skeleton carriage covered in the aura of the netherworld came at a rapid speed and appeared in front of Leng Chuluo in an instant.
A man with a handsome face wearing a black monk's robe walked out of the carriage, holding a black beast that looked like a unicorn in his arms.
The two people looked at each other. They wore the same robes but different colors. They seemed to be the only protagonists in the world. For a moment, they were so bright that they were indistinguishable!