Chapter 08 Strong Enemy

At the moment when the "Thunder" sword came out of its sheath, the hot and dazzling thunder and lightning light on the sword burst out in an instant, illuminating the sky. All the demon disciples on the road closed their eyes and dared not look directly at the dazzling light of thunder and lightning.

Chen Liang's face was solemn, and the scabbard was across his chest, and the long sword in his hand stabbed the sky.

The wind roared, and the corners of everyone's clothes were blown up by the wind. The rumble of thunder kept ringing on the thunder sword.

The electric light flashed, and everyone felt a slight numbness, as if it had been passed through by an electric current.

Suddenly, thunder sounded, and three thunderbolt flashed out, and each thunderbolt hit a demon disciple.

This move removed the three disciples of Yinglongtang, which made everyone afraid of the demon religion.

When Liu Changge saw that Chen Liang was so good, he gained enough eyes and couldn't help but be fierce. His face tightened and pointed the Nanming's fire sword diagonally to the sky. He clenched the formula of his left hand like a mountain, walked seven steps in the seven-star position on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Xuanhuo Yuntian!"

The hot wave suddenly emanated from the fire sword of Nanming, like layers of waves, pushed away. Wherever the heat wave went, the flowers and trees withered and burned in an instant. Those demon disciples were like being in the stove, sweating like rain and retreating.

Nanmingli Fire Sword was originally the best in the fire magic weapon, and he also brought this sword to use the powerful fire sword formula of "Xuanhuo Yuntian" in the eight-style of Taiqing Palace, teaching the firelight to strengthen the prosperity.

In the sea of fire, Liu Changge stood proudly and stabbed the sky with a sword, just like the ancient fire god looking at the world. He transformed his sword body into a burning flame, turned into three roaring fire dragons, and attacked the disciples of the demon religion with his teeth and claws.

In the rolling flames, there were several painful roars. Obviously, the disciples of the magic religion were burned by fire.

The two-time action has caused a sharp drop in the morale of the demon religion. Except for Su Hui and Luo Bing, who are still fighting, everyone else does not know where they have fled. Maybe they have been buried in the sea of thunder and lightning and fire.

On Su Hui's side, Liang Xiangling was fighting with her. The cold light was crisscrossed, bursting everywhere, and two shadows suddenly up and down in the air, rushing. In a blink of an eye, the two sides have fought for dozens of rounds, and they are still winning or losing.

Su Hui was eager to win and quickly reached out to pluck the pipa string, but when she took action, she suddenly felt a cold light flashed by her hand, and a hard ice crystal formed on the green jade pipa, freezing the pipa string in the ice and could not be played.

Su Hui was shocked that the ice soul cold light sword in Liang Xiangling's hand had flown towards her, and she did not seem to find that the flying sword was peneting straight from above her head, still busy dispelling the true qi, melting the ice crystals on the pipa, and was about to be buried under the sword.

"Hang!"

There was a sharp sound, but when the ice cold light sword was one foot above Su Hui's head, it was blocked by a single knife flying across the ground.

With a shout, full of anger, a burly middle-aged man with a beard jumped out, reached out and grabbed the red single knife in the air and attacked Liang Xiangling quickly.

The brilliant flame suddenly burst from the body of the knife. A dragon engraved on the knife had a faint meaning of coming back to life, making a low roar and struggling.

This knife is called "Red Flame Flying Dragon Chopping". The bearded man with a knife is Zhu Meng, the leader of the magic religion Yinglong Hall. He secretly has a wonderful feeling for Su Hui, which is not difficult to see. He will be cruel to all those who try to hurt Su Hui.

Amazing between Liang Xiangling's eyebrows flashed by, and the "wind" footwork under his feet suddenly stepped out and retreated quickly. The cold light sword turned a few times in mid-air, then turned around and was recalled by Liang Xiangling.

The fairy sword was in her hand, and the white cold light gradually lit up, leaving a layer of snow-white frost crystals where the cold light shone.

In mid-air, she stood proudly, holding the long sword in her white palm, stepped on the seven-star direction in the air, and shouted, "Ice Blade Prison!"

In an hour, the cold wind was cold and snowflakes were flying.

A world covered with ice and snow quietly formed under her sword breaking through the sky.

On the other side, Zhu Meng smashed the "red flame flying dragon" to the ground. He saw the sand and stones on the ground take off and a heat wave rolling away. The "Tianyan Zhenlong" on the knife immediately came back to life, spitting flames, flying into the ice and snow, colliding with tens of millions of ice cones.

When the fire and cold light dissipated, Liang Xiangling suddenly saw Zhu Meng appear in front of her like a ghost. The single knife in her hand pointed straight at her heart and was about to pierce her heart. She had to block it in front of her chest with the cold light sword.

"Zhang!"

With a sharp sound, deafening, the moment when the swords crossed, Liang Xiangling only felt that his arm was unconscious by a huge force. He retreated two feet and stopped. Only then did he feel that his arm was still on his arm. However, the white palm holding the long sword, there were red blood drops and slowly dripping out. Come on.

When Liu Changge saw that Liang Xiangling was injured, regardless of his opponent Su Hui, he hurriedly turned to attack Zhu Meng. Looking at the angry momentum, he insisted on killing the black-faced man.

Zhu Meng was not in a hurry. While sacrificing a flying knife and shooting at Liang Xiangling, he threw his own red wine gourd at Liu Changge. The gourd was also a strange treasure. After being thrown out by Zhu Meng, it became as big as a hill. Mount Tai pressed against Liu Changge like a top.

Although he has a "wind" footwork that can quickly avoid the top of Mount Tai, he has also lost the time to block Zhu Meng's attack on Liang Xiangling.

Seeing the flying knife attack again, Liang Xiangling bit his red lips, turned the sword to his uninjured left hand, and waved his sword to block it. But the flying knife suddenly stopped a few feet in front of him, was intercepted by a flash of lightning, turned its direction and flew back backwards.

"Thunder Sword!" Zhu Meng recognized this move, looked at Chen Liang beside him for a few times, left his eyes on the "Thunder" sword in his hand for a moment, and said, "Are you Chen Liang, the young leader of the Yanshan School? The magic skill of your Zhenshan is fascinated in the hands of the young master. It seems that you Yanshan has a successor.

He glanced at the four righteous disciples and sneered, "Three of the ten famous swords are here. If they are taken over, the harvest will not be small. By the way, I can also let the Yanshan faction succeed."

At the end, his tone began to be arrogant.

When Zhu Meng spoke, the fight stopped temporarily. Liang Xiangling suddenly felt that her right hand was held by a soft and boneless palm. She turned her head, but Mei Xiangxue grabbed her hand, applied some ointment to the wound in the palm of her hand, and then took out a white handkerchief to wrap the wound.

Liang Xiangling's heart was warm. Thinking about this "enemy in love" who wanted to kill him three years ago, but now he takes care of himself like this, he can't help smiling and said, "Thank you!"

Mei Xiangxue also shook her head with a smile, and the two shallow dimples on her face appeared, looking very beautiful.

Facing Zhu Meng's arrogant words, Chen Liang smiled faintly and said, "Your Excellency is Zhu Meng of Yinglongtang!" Yang Zhong, your church leader, used to be my father's subordinate. Even your saint Youao dares not face my grandfather easily. So you can't face me either. Come here and have a try.

With that, he also inserted the thunder sword in his hand into the soil in front of him, holding it with his hands, and his eyes were full of underesight.

"What an arrogant tone!"

A shout came from behind the four people in the right path, and the sound was approaching.

Chen Liang quickly turned around and attacked the figure behind him with a sword. In an instant, thousands of swords enveloped the figure of the man in black, but the black shadow could retreat and escape again under the thousands of sword shadows of the thunder sword.

The dark shadow flashed through the air, and a purple light flashed away. With a "bang", Mei Xiangxue's whole body was blown out, and the Mei Xiang sword in her hand also fell to the ground. She was like a broken kite and fell towards the lake at the end of the island.

But she did not fall into the cold lake and was caught by Liang Xiangling.

This move alone made Chen Liang and Liu Changge feel the horror of the people in the shadow. The two joined hands to attack, so that the people in the shadow appeared.

"Fu Yue!" Chen Liang frowned slightly, looked at the man in black, read out the name, and said, "Are you the suzerain of Wolong? Wolongzong, which was once one of the seven sects of the right path, was actually an undercover agent established by the Holy Dragon Sect and placed in my right path. Three years ago, in the battle of Bagong Mountain, I lost a lot of damage to the right path, and I think I have done a lot of strength for the magic.

Fu Yue nodded slightly and smiled, "Yes, does your nephew want to kill me and avenge your father Chen Jichang?"

Chen Liang tapped his head and said, "Yes, Mr. Fu, please pay attention to your head and see if it's still on your head the next moment."

Fu Yue snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Are you so confident in your 'Thunder Sword'?"

Chen Liang smiled indifferently and said, "Can't you figure it out? Have you ever been defeated by my father's 'Thunder Sword' and have no deep feelings about that sword? My father made it better than me, because my father can accept the moves and leave your head, while I don't have the ability to accept the moves.

Fu Yue seemed to be touched. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed, "How many people can his nephew's 'Thunder Sword' kill at the same time?"

After laughing, more than 100 demon disciples jumped out of the darkness, and the masters of Jiaolongtang and Yinglongtang had also arrived. In the team of Yinglongtang disciples, Yang Zhong and his wife were also among them. However, seeing Su Qiurong's eyes around Liu Changge, a disciple of Sanqingguan, seemed to want to find other disciples of Sanqingguan.

"Swordsmanship!"

At this time, such a shout suddenly came from the air, and then thousands of red swords flew from the air and poured down to more than 100 demon disciples. It was Qin Shen who killed him with the sword of the heavenly master.

Next to him, there are two men, Chang Songzi and Xiang Chong.

"Brother Chen, retreat quickly, there are too many masters of magic here!" Xiang Chong shouted, and the "Yitian Zhenhun Sword" in his hand turned into a huge force and banged into the demons.

At the same time, the magic weapon "Wuji" fairy sword was cut down in the semi-empty. The small Taiji graphic on the sword was suddenly enlarged a thousand times, covering half of the island. The black and white airflow in the Taiji picture rotated rapidly, stirring up countless hurricane whirlpools and rolling in the bodies of the righteous people.

After the hurricane dissipated and the Taiji map faded, the figures of the seven righteous people disappeared on the island together.