This fighting style is naturally very effective. Na Duan Muci attacked him as if he didn't want his life, although he was the fifth son of the Demon Dao who had been famous for decades, he didn't dare to take it lightly. With a reminder of his spiritual power, thousands of bats stood in front of him, rolled up the waves, and locked Wu Ling’s attacks out of his defense circle. At the same time, his figure retreated and shouted: "You two Come here, this guy is amazing, I don't want to be taken advantage of."
If they were fighting alone, none of these three would be Wu Ling's opponents. Even Hu Qianjiao, after Wu Ling used the'True Meaning' spiritual power, was definitely not Wu Ling's enemy. Even if it were two people, Wu Ling could barely deal with each other at least. It's just that, now surrounding him are three warriors in the realm of Qi. This situation is quite bad.
Wu Ling couldn't make a breakthrough in the first blow, and was anxious in his heart. He stepped on the feathered step, ignoring the obstruction of the bat army, and adopted a rampage method, rushing forward quickly.
When the attack hit, Wu Ling's body was already like a swallow, flying to nowhere.
That Wan Xue Slave and Hu Qianjiao also rushed to the horse at this time. Wan Xue Slave laughed grinningly: "Big bug, Hu Qianjiao, the three of us will surround him and slowly grind him to death. Just let my Asura general He surrounded him, this kid could not escape with his wings!"
After Wan Xue Slave finished speaking, with a sway in his hand, there was an extra golden Shura leg bone, which was cut across the air with a stick, and there was a harsh metal scream in the void. Clangingly, he smashed directly at the place where Wu Ling had settled. This power is so frightening. The sound of the metal screaming through the air is a very clever metal spiritual attack. Even the bat army given by Duanmu died and injured a lot of the place where this strike hits. The remaining force shot on the ground and made sharp touches. The sound of hits, and the flames splashed everywhere. The whole space trembled like an earthquake.
Wu Ling really had no way to go to heaven and lack of skills to go down to earth.
According to Wu Ling's estimation, this place was only one mile away from the whirlpool of white fisheyes, but it was this one that made him fall into a dilemma.
Especially the Asura army of tens of thousands of blood slaves, with deafening roars, slowly surrounded them. These Shura warlords are not as easy to deal with as bats. Asura warlords, although they would not pose a fatal threat to Wu Ling, these Asuras were extremely powerful. If they were not smashed to pieces at once, they could automatically repair their bodies. This is tantamount to being immortal.
Surrounded by Asura warlords, there are bat army circling constantly in the air. In the circle of battle, the three masters of the Qi state, Wanxuenu, Hu Qianjiao and Duanmuci each displayed their magical powers, but Wu Ling gradually revealed A dilemma that is struggling to deal with.
This encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and the space for Wu Ling to display his magical powers is getting smaller and smaller. Therefore, Wu Ling's situation can be described as very dangerous and difficult to move. Especially the attack of this ten thousand blood slave was extremely overbearing. When each stick came down, it was extremely turbulent, stunned into the void, and his attacking spiritual power was surging everywhere in the entire space. Wu Ling used his feathers to climb the fairy step, while avoiding, while thinking about a good plan to escape.
But no matter how fast he dodges, there is no denying that the scope of this battle circle is rapidly shrinking. This tens of thousands of blood slaves' play style obviously took advantage of this narrow space. It was to seal all Wu Ling's retreat in this narrow space. Wu Ling was anxious. Under such an attacking environment, he completely deprived him of his physical strength. No matter how powerful he was, he had no room for display, and he was bound to be restricted everywhere.
By the side of the Wanxue Slave, Hu Qianjiao clearly saw the fame. With a soft whip of the nine-patterned dragon in his hand, he joined the battle group and attacked with the Wanxue Slave. And Duan Muci was at the top of the battle circle, with various spiritual power methods in his hands, and he did not want money to bomb Wu Ling wildly.
Wu Ling complained constantly, even if he was so good at it, in the face of such an attack, he could only flee from the left to the right, and could not tell any gap to enter the counterattack.
Before the mountains and rivers were exhausted, Wu Ling didn't want to take the risk of using the Seven-Star Sword. Because, as Long Zhan said, once using the Seven-Star Sword, he needs about two days to recover his spiritual power. Moreover, it was used at this time. If there is really no strength to open the door of Mercury Star City at that time, he will regret and regret it.
In addition to the Seven Star Sword, the most powerful thing on his body is the Ice Dragon Halberd. Unfortunately, the blood-colored ice dragon in the Ice Dragon Halberd was severely injured by Wu Ling two days ago. The current Ice Dragon Halberd is powerful and powerful. The cicada sword is generally no different from the best soldiers. What's more, the Ice Dragon Halberd itself is the magic weapon of the Five Sects of the Demon Dao. Wu Ling is still not sure whether the injured Ice Dragon will follow his command. Therefore, the Ice Dragon Halberd is not useful.
There is no magic weapon but cannot be used. The saddest thing in the world is this!
Seeing that the victory was set, the three Wanxue slaves laughed triumphantly: "Concentrate all your strength and kill this person. Whether it's the Ice Dragon Halberd or the Seven Star Sword, it's ours."
Wu Lingyun Chan Sword and the King of Shura were waving frantically, and they kept ejecting within the battle circle, evading every attack, trying to take the opportunity to break through. It's just that, surrounded by three martial artists who became realm in the transformation of Qi, his idea was completely impossible to realize.
Moreover, as the battle circle became smaller and smaller, the spiritual power of various attributes in the surrounding nature fell into a wave of stronger than a wave of restlessness, and the struggle between these Qi warriors gradually evolved into a close combat, pure change. It has become a contest between the level of martial skills and the level of spiritual power. The'true meaning' totem of that kind of big scene has no room for display.
At this time, Wu Ling had been forced into a battle circle with a radius of less than 30 meters, and it could almost be said that it had become a round of beasts. Wan Xue Slave let out a low growl, his body sprang, and he slammed into the air with a stick. The stick in his hand was the leg bone of a King Shura in the underground world. It was called the golden Shura stick, and it was also a magic weapon that Shuramon could count.
The golden asura club stirred the golden light, and Wu Ling hurriedly got short, avoiding the fierce offensive.
Booming, the spiritual power hit the Shura warlord on a wall of the surrounding city, shattering countless Shura, but there were countless Shura warlors adding up. Wu Ling was about to use his strength, and suddenly a cold wind blew under his feet, and the Jiuwenlong soft whip crossed over, sealing all his retreat from the third road. Wu Ling's body was straightened, twisted like a bow, and shot into the sky - helplessly, there was also someone in the sky waiting for a rabbit, and that person was naturally a gift from Duanmu on the bat.
Wu Lingyun picked up the cicada sword, blocking the power of the facing sword, but the golden asura stick of the ten thousand blood slave at his waist slammed it over again. The three major demon masters, the masters of decision making in the transformation of Qi, unexpectedly combined their efforts. Wu Ling was unavoidable, twisting his body, he used his back to withstand the fatal blow.
boom!
From the golden Shura stick, a force no less than that of King Shura greeted Wu Ling's back 100%. Wu Ling only felt a fishy throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The body floated in the air and went down.
Below, it is a mini star in the ancient star formation.
Seeing this miniature star, Wu Ling suddenly felt happy, thinking about it!
Everywhere, except underground, is surrounded. If you want to break through, walking underground is the best way!
Wu Ling was seriously injured, but did not panic. Instead, his spiritual power urged upward, and the powerful recoil formed by this spiritual power immediately slammed his body down. At the same time, Yun Chanjian stroked the mini-star, already marking a big hole, Wu Ling's body just like that, slipped into it.
Wu Ling, who had successfully penetrated the ground, felt hopeful in his heart, and was immediately reminded of his spiritual power. He shouted "Ao Ao Ao" three times, vomiting all the embarrassment and depression just now.
At the same time, the mini-star that was smashed by Wu Ling, as expected, the magical broken mirror reunited, as if it had not changed.
About ten miles outside, beside Xie Yuyan, there stood Feng Feiwu, Zhao Canyang, Yun Duoduo, Huang Fuyun and other Huayu Pavilion members. Jie Yuyan's face suddenly changed when she heard Wu Ling's cry. Jie Yuyan heard the three short whistles just now, and she was quite sure that it was Wu Ling. Although the voice seemed a little depressed, it seemed to be blocked by something, but it was still clear, piercing her eardrums, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.
"Could it be that my brother met a big rival?" Xie Yuyan's heart moved, why she couldn't hear it, Wu Ling's three whistles, it was more like escaping after facing danger, full of embarrassment and danger. .
Even Zhao Canyang and Feng Feiwu changed their expressions. Zhao Canyang's face was more surprised, while Feng Feiwu asked anxiously: "Sister Yuyan, isn't that the voice of Brother Wuling? Three short whistles, is he warning something?"
For a calm person like Yun Duoduo, her complexion changed drastically, and her heart was extremely anxious. They rushed to this place following the strange astronomical phenomenon of the Star City of Shuixie, just when they met with Xie Yuyan. After asking, he knew that Wu Ling had entered the ancient star formation alone.
The three short screams just now can be heard, Wu Ling must be in desperate situation, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to scream so.
Yun Duoduo's face was tense, and he looked at Zhao Canyang: "Deacon in chief, should we go in and have a look!"
Zhao Canyang showed hesitation on his face. Under such circumstances, he had only two choices. First, immediately enter the ancient star formation and look for Wu Ling. Everyone is a member of the Huayu Pavilion, and it is reasonable to help the fellows. Another option is to wait for the development of the situation, see what mystery is hidden in the ancient formation of stars, and then act to protect the Huayu Pavilion and his party.