A scholar cannot be killed without humiliation, not to mention that Xuan Qifeng now has the advantage in numbers. If she doesn't take action, others will say that Zhang Ping's persuasion is of no use. Under Zhang Ping's cold words of persuasion, the other eight people held flying swords in their hands at the same time, nine The people were in a "pin" shape, facing Zhao Jiuge and the other three who looked a little weak.
The atmosphere at the top of Wuhua Peak suddenly became depressed, and the war was about to break out!
Wow.
Zhang Pingquan's spiritual power surged out from his whole body, and his dark-skinned face looked whiter and tenderer after being illuminated by the spiritual light. Then eight spiritual lights flashed behind her at the same time, and the overwhelming pressure made Zhao Jiuge feel a little tight in his chest. He was a little better, but Leng Rufeng was already trembling slightly. After all, he was the only one among the three who had never entered the vein quenching body.
Zhao Jiuge's dark eyes were full of fighting spirit. What he said was not just showing off, he was really fearless in his heart! Although there were nine people on the opposite side, through his spiritual power, he found that only Zhang Pingquan and Ling Longbiao had tempered their bodies. Bai Qingqing, whose strength is unpredictable, and coupled with his magic skills of the Sanskrit Holy Body, he is confident that he can fight against the nine opponents. What's more, although Leng Rufeng is only at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, his strength is not necessarily bad. Being the same kind of people, Zhao Jiuge knew Leng Rufeng's thoughts and hard work better than anyone else.
"Zhang Ping advised and left the other three people to me. Jiuge, you deal with Ling Longbiao and the other two. As for the remaining two who are in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, let Leng Rufeng deal with them. Remember, don't worry about those who can be solved quickly. Consumption, solve it as soon as possible, just hold them back if you are not sure, I will be free to help you as soon as possible. Don't forget that there is a group of Xuanluo Peak disciples watching eagerly next to you, be careful, I don't have any spare time to help you now ." Bai Qingqing said in a somewhat urgent voice, and she was quite annoyed. She who thought she had the victory, how could she think that Mu Zijun and his group would ignore them, while the other two peaks faintly joined forces to suppress their Xuantian Peak lineage? . After saying this, she no longer paused, and immediately stepped forward and rushed towards the four people she selected. All the strength in her body exploded. She wanted to fight quickly!
Zhao Jiuge laughed loudly and told Leng Rufeng, "Be careful." After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense and ran out. If you don't accept it, just do it. The reason is that simple. He doesn't like to talk nonsense.
Leng Rufeng nodded solemnly, with firm eyes, thinking that he would take care of these two people no matter what. He could not hold back Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing. The most difficult ones, Zhang Pingquan and Ling Longbiao, had already been stopped by the two of them. , and Bai Qingqing also shared the burden with four people, the number of people he dealt with was the smallest!
As Zhao Jiuge jumped forward, golden aura immediately appeared around Zhao Jiuge's body, and then the Sanskrit Sound Technique was immediately used. A layer of golden light curtain solidified around Zhao Jiuge, and the phantom of the Laughing Buddha shrouded Zhao Jiuge.
As soon as they came up, Zhao Jiuge had no intention of holding back and directly used his trump card, Sanskrit Holy Body Technique. The longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
Zhao Jiuge, whose body had changed, held the Green Plum Sword in his right hand, his laughter unabated, and rushed towards Ling Longbiao and the two people around him, charging forward with his strong body.
Ling Longbiao and the other two beside him were also in the middle stage of the foundation-building realm. Would the three middle-stage foundation-building realms be afraid of Zhao Jiuge, who was alone? The answer was obvious, no. Looking at Zhao Jiuge with disdain, the three of them raised the flying swords in their right hands at the same time. The spiritual light in the sky rolled around their bodies. The three of them executed the sword fight in unison, and the silver light flashed in front of the tips of the three flying swords.
Although the power of Xuantian Sword Art at the first level is not obvious now, it does not mean that it will not be domineering and fierce later on. No one will abandon the sword and learn other moves instead. That will not be beneficial in the future.
Zhao Jiuge didn't care about the flickering sword light, and still chose to rush past as if he hadn't seen it. However, he squeezed the flying sword in his right hand tighter, and the aura shone brightly.
Ling Longbiao had an arrogant look on his face. His family background was not bad, but Zhang Pingqun's outstanding strength made him admire him and he was willing to obey Zhang Pingqun's orders. However, this did not mean that he had a low opinion. Regarding Zhao Jiuge, he Of course I look down on it from the bottom of my heart.
A disciple of Xuan Qifeng beside him was already unhappy with Zhao Jiuge's pretentious words just now. His footsteps were windy, and he rushed out at the lead, a few steps ahead of the other two, and there was a burst of silver sword light in front of the tip of the flying sword in his hand. Shaking, the sword energy spurted out and was released towards Zhao Jiuge, who was rushing towards him.
The golden aura all over Zhao Jiuge's body suddenly shone brightly. When he saw the movement of this Xuan Qifeng disciple, he not only did not dodge or resist, but instead accelerated forward and approached him, but the Green Plum Sword in his right hand was slightly raised.
"boom."
With a roar, the silver sword energy directly hit Zhao Jiuge's body, but this hasty attack did not bring any damage to Zhao Jiuge, who was affected by the Sanskrit Holy Body, and even the speed of his body did not stop.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge's eyes flashed with coldness, and the green plum sword he held in his hand was raised fiercely. The sword light condensed, and silver light appeared at the tip of the sword, and then moved towards the shoulder of the Xuanqi Peak disciple. Cracked down.
"Pfft."
The sword light rolled with the sword energy and scratched the green-robed young man's body, and the flesh made a sound. Zhao Jiuge ignored his attack and the sword directly broke the aura on his body. A bone-deep wound slanted from his shoulder. Across the chest.
And his whole body was thrown backwards by the powerful momentum of this sword. If he hadn't hit Ling Longbiao, he would have hit further. Falling to the ground, the Xuanqifeng young man's facial features were twisted together, and he made a low * sound from his mouth. The spiritual light flashing all over his body disappeared, his meridians were injured, his skills could not circulate around his body, and he could not raise his spiritual power. With a tight blow, Zhao Jiuge injured this Xuan Qifeng disciple who was in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm and lost his combat effectiveness as soon as he made a move.
In the square of Xuantian Peak, a group of people stared closely at the scene in the Xuanguang Mirror. When Zhao Jiuge knocked the opponent down with one move, an uproar came from the entire square, and everyone looked excited. The people on Wuhua Peak at the moment were them. Same.
"You...!" Ling Longbiao was anxious and angry, frowning and looking at Zhao Jiuge angrily. At the beginning, one person was injured by Zhao Jiuge. How could he not be angry? His original mentality of playing cat and mouse suddenly stopped.
A golden flying sword in his hand suddenly lit up. The sword was slender, and the front looked like an awl rather than a sword. The most eye-catching thing was that the entire sword body emitted fluorescence and mist. The entire sword body was shrouded in mist. Even if Ling Longbiao had not activated his spiritual power, the sharpness emitted by this golden flying sword made Zhao Jiuge feel a sense of crisis that stung his skin.
This Ling Longbiao actually held a flying sword, a spiritual weapon, because the feeling this flying sword brought to him had only been felt from the wind flower in Bai Qingqing's hand.
Zhao Jiuge's pupils shrank, his face was solemn but there was no sign of retreat. As soon as his breath adjusted, he was ready to continue to gather momentum. When Ling Longbiao's whole body's momentum changed and he moved forward to face Zhao Jiuge, Zhao Jiuge's pupils trembled for a moment before he chose to continue to charge head-on without hesitation. Avoiding was not his habit. Since today's last-ditch battle was impossible, If you want to escape, then fight forward bravely.
Ling Longbiao didn't use any fancy moves, nor did he spend time using any magic spells. Instead, he chose the simplest and clearest hard poke. Relying on the sharpness of the flying sword in his hand.
There was quite a feeling of being able to decide the country. Ling Longbiao clasped the fingers of his left hand and placed them diagonally on his chest. He held the golden flying sword in his right hand and stabbed Zhao Jiuge in front of him. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhao Jiuge. The air was distorted, as if cut by the sharpness of the blade of this spiritual weapon, and the harsh roar was clearly transmitted to Zhao Jiuge's ears.
Zhao Jiuge had no choice but to lift the Qingmei Sword, transfer all his spiritual power into the flying sword, and rely on the Sanskrit Holy Body outside his body to resist the offensive brought by Ling Longbiao, but Zhao Jiuge's dark eyes flashed at this time. After a few clicks, his eyes concealed deep meaning.
"Click..."
When the two people came into contact, there was no earth-shaking movement as imagined, only a crisp cracking sound, and the two halves of the Qingmei Sword broke apart. There was no fluorescence in the whole body, and there was no spirituality at all. It just split into two halves and lay quietly. on the ground. Under Ling Longbiao's sharp blow, Zhao Jiuge was not hurt, but his spiritual power was rapidly declining, and the flying sword in his hand was broken and completely useless. This made Zhao Jiuge feel a little angry, although the Green Plum Sword was not What a good flying sword, it's just an ordinary magic weapon, but it has been with me for a long time, and I have feelings for it through life and death.
Zhao Jiuge's chest was filled with anger that was about to burst out. His face turned and changed several times, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "It's too much to bully others!"
Ling Longbiao smiled disdainfully, his eyes revealing disdain, and then he was unyielding and continued to rely on the spiritual weapon in his hand, waving the golden flying sword towards Zhao Jiuge, trying to paddle Zhao Jiuge with his sword. break.
Zhao Jiuge, who was getting angry, groaned in his heart, and then the light in his eyes flashed away. He lost the Qingmei Sword and his hands were empty. He began to form seals with his hands, shaking the spell, and saw the spiritual energy in the air moving towards him. The surroundings of Zhao Jiuge's body gathered together, and soon the naked eye could see that the layer of golden light around Zhao Jiuge's body became more intense, as if he was wearing a golden dress.
Finally, everyone saw that Zhao Jiuge seemed to be crazy. He rushed towards Ling Longbiao who was holding a flying sword with empty hands. This made the crowd stunned. What was he going to do? Even Ling Longbiao was slightly distracted. However, he would not be stupid because of Zhao Jiuge. He hesitated, and the golden flying sword in his hand continued to attack Zhao Jiuge unabated.
At this moment, a ray of light was as bright as an ordinary sun, so dazzling that people could feel a dazzling light shining on Zhao Jiuge's right arm.
Everyone in the square opened their eyes wide, looking at Zhao Jiuge who seemed to be desperate for his life. Then they saw the rich golden right arm, the fingers slightly spread, facing the flying sword of the spiritual weapon with the harsh sound of breaking wind. Go, and then the extremely powerful golden spiritual weapon did not move at all, and was tightly held by Zhao Jiuge's right hand.
This made everyone's eyes stunned. A woman in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm could actually resist the edge of the flying sword with her bare hands. However, everyone realized that it seemed that this was not the end. Zhao Jiuge stopped the spiritual weapon from chopping down. , he raised his right hand again, made a fist with his whole hand, and punched the golden flying sword with a fierce punch.
Ling Longbiao, who had no time to react, leaned back with his sword in hand. Time seemed to have frozen, and the aura brought by that punch still remained in the air. All this is simply too pornographic and violent, shaking the spiritual weapon with bare hands!