Chapter 20 Fighting

Ling Sheng doesn't know much about the Qingwang God Religion, but the other party dares to collect debts from Kongming Xianshan, one of the nine avenue gates, which is extraordinary. Even if it is not as good as the top gate, it can at least belong to the first-class sect.

"This Wang Yangli, as the elder of the Qingwang Divine Religion, may still have many means, which is more than several times stronger than a scattered monk who has no sect and explores to practice alone? I'm afraid this group of Yunxuanmen disciples will be big. Ling Sheng sighed secretly and glanced at the environment beside him, trying to find an opportunity to get out.

I thought that with the sword spirit and the ability to kill hundreds of steps, it was enough to free the world, but I never thought that the world was so big that there were countless people, and now it is still weak, and it is necessary to avoid the edge.

Ling Sheng sighed helplessly. He avoided for a long time and listened to the dialogue of those people. He only felt that the thorniness of being peeped in his heart gradually disappeared. Obviously, people no longer paid attention to him.

Since he cast his sword spirit and broke through the air, Ling Sheng felt that he was stared at by three mines in a row. A hot feeling went straight to his neck. He knew that this was the eyes of several disciples of Yunxuanmen and Wang Yangli of the Qingwang God Sect through the boulder, the most piercing, as if a sharp needle-like look. It's the elder Wang Yangli.

After the sword spirit, Ling Sheng did not have any momentum, and the air on his body disappeared into empty. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was a sign that he had exhausted the true gas and the oil was exhausted.

Above the dark clouds, Wang Yangli held his hands on his chest, his face was cold, and his waist was red. His hands were around the ice silkworm. He looked at the people under the valley and flicked his fingers slightly.

From the heart, this group of people in the valley come from a famous family, and their skills are extraordinary. Although they have not yet learned the means, they are not simple. As for their vision, I'm afraid they are still above him, a real person. If you are an ordinary person, you may fall if you don't notice it. However, Wang Yangli is, after all, the elder of the Qingwang Divine Religion, which is far from being compared with the scattered cultivation.

If you are inadvertently ambushed for a while, you may be defeated by this group of young people, but now that you are prepared, there is no need to worry.

What really worried him was that the previous junior named Ling Sheng just arrived, and then he felt a sense of sharpness, which made him feel cold. Then he said a word and provoked several people's internal fights until the sharpness in his body spewed out and turned into sword spirit. After piercing three powerful mines one after another, he watched the sword spirit inexhaustible and fell into the mountain rock.

At this point, Wang Yangli and everyone realized that Ling Sheng was a sword cultivation, and his sword spirit was sharp, and he had not hidden it. Now that the sword spirit has broken through the air, and Ling Sheng's body has been hovered in the air, and there is no sense of oppression, which is no longer enough to worry.

Everyone agreed that the realm of imperial spirit in Lingsheng District must have used taboo means and exhausted the true spirit before they demonstrated this sword spirit that made Yunang real people also awe-inspiring.

The scene just now made Wang Yangli slightly fear in his heart, and he said to himself, "After Ling Sheng's sword spirit, he lost his sharpness and no longer had a hidden feeling. He must have exhausted his true spirit. After all, that sword spirit is too extraordinary. The realm of this junior is not high. If you use a sword, you are bound to draw out all the true spirit.

Wang Yangli felt that he no longer had any scruples and had mastered the overall situation again, so he said, "Junior, this sword spirit is so pure and powerful, and the spirit of killing is bursting. Is it true that you are a pure sword practice?"

Wang Yang's voice was dull, but with two points of praise, he said, "It's a pity that the sword is sharp, but it can't last. It's sharp and calm. If you can't kill the enemy with one sword, you will lose the opportunity."

Gu Nei was silent, which was the weakness of sword cultivation. Although it was extremely powerful and sharp, Jin was sharp, not heavy, so the true spirit had to be condensed, but not strong, which eventually led to the inability to fight for a long time in the fighting method.

Ling Sheng, who was praised, also did not reply, but Wang Yangli was not angry. Previously, he expressed his appreciation because he felt that this younger generation was quite good, but this younger generation's sword spirit had exhausted his true spirit. If a mortal without the power to bind chickens, he should not worry and not be too careful.

However, his words made everyone in Yunxuanmen look at each other and faintly aware of it from the bottom of their hearts, as if they had mistakenly blamed the teenager.

Unfortunately, this teenager is a sword cultivation, and he has lost his sharpness in one blow. What's more, his realm is not high, and he exerts such extraordinary sword spirit. Although it proves that his skills are extremely profound, everyone also understand that such powerful sword spirit is enough to drain his true spirit.

Because of Wang Yangli's words, he had an internal struggle and lost a lot of help in vain, and everyone felt deeply regretful.

Who said that these southern Xinjiang barbarians have developed limbs and simple minds?

At least Wang Yangli's head is quite good.

"You are a foreign barbarian, leaving your life for the young master!"

Zhao Ling was tricked by the other party and caused internal fighting and damage the help with just one sentence. At this moment, he felt that his face was lost. He couldn't help shouting angrily. His fingerprints condensed, and he recited a spell in his mouth, and sent out three mines in a row.

Wang Yangli smiled and waved casually. Even if the dark clouds under his feet separated three palm-sized clouds, they greeted the mine.

The thunder exploded and dissipated, and the three groups of luck also collapsed.

However, Wang Yangli stretched out his hand, and the water vapor that had just diffused condensed into clouds again, turning into a cloud the size of a watermelon, which was bigger than the sum of the three clouds.

Wang Yangli smiled and said, "The disciples of Yunxuanmen are so generous that they help me gather the clouds under the seat. How can I bear such kindness?"

Zhao Ling was young and angry when he heard the words.

At this time, Lin Yun suddenly raised his hand and flew out three blue leaves, and then the mana surged, the printing formula changed repeatedly, and the sandalwood mouth opened slightly: "Tianhe rolled upside down."

After saying that, a white jade charm flew out of Lin Yun's sleeve and quickly disintegrated and turned into white light. Lin Yun injected mana into it, making the white water flourish and condensed into a river with a wide palm and stretching dozens of feet.

Wang Yangli stood on the cloud and was slightly shocked when he saw this scene: "This is already a means to show the mysterious realm. With this little girl's Taoism, it is definitely impossible to perform. It is thought that the jade charm saved her the most complicated step."

Although the river is small, it is surging and the white waves are rolling, and the three leaves floating in the river actually turn into three small blue fish, wandering in the river.

This spell condensed into a river has gone beyond the realm of imperial spirit, and even the people of Yun Gang may not be able to perform it. It is only because of this ability to turn it into reality that it can only be used in a mysterious realm.

Obviously, Lin Yun borrowed external forces.

The river rolled up, broke through the thick dark clouds above the top of the valley, and rolled up to Wang Yangli on the standing cloud.