A sword light shattered the space and cut towards Cui Ling!

That is the sword of a sword cultivator, the sword carries will, and the sword is so powerful that it looks down on the world!

Cui Ling is now one against two, he wants to kill both the shield cultivator and the sword cultivator, so he has to use two things at once.

Free up your left hand to resist the sword glow, while your right hand continues to smash the pot.

The advantage of using one mind and two tasks is to take care of both, sword repair and shield repair fight together.

The disadvantage is that the power is scattered, and it is a bit powerless to hit the opponent, and some costs need to be paid.

Jianxiu's sword can't cut through Cui Ling's fist strength, but if it cuts too much, it will be different.

Jianxiu's sword was getting faster and faster, one sword after another, Cui Ling's fist power was finally cut off, and even his fist was cut with a bloodstain.

However, Cui Ling didn't care so much, as long as his fist was not chopped off, it was nothing serious.

If he wants to kill the sword cultivator, he must destroy the shield cultivator!

Therefore, he would rather be beheaded by the sword cultivator than to attack Fat Dragon unabated, punching Feilong with every punch.

boom!

And at this moment, Feilong's cauldron carried Cui Ling's dozens of heavy punches, and was finally crippled.

"Fat boy, I have smashed both of your pots, what else do you use to resist, use your fat body?"

Cui Ling smashed the sword force with a punch, then laughed loudly, opened his big hand, and grabbed Feilong.

He wants to catch Feilong and tear him alive in order to relieve his hatred.

The next moment, his smile stiffened, because Feilong had two more cauldrons in his hands.

The two large pots were similar to the discarded pots, both of high quality.

"Fat boy, don't you only have two pots?

Why is there still a pot? "

Cui Ling was stunned.

"Your Fat Master has more than two pots, there are too many!"

Fat Dragon laughed loudly, and with a thought, more than a thousand pots appeared beside him, all of which were holy artifacts, with high and low quality, and dozens of top-level ones alone.

"so much!"

Cui Ling was so angry that he almost vomited blood for three liters.

"Small it, smash it, more than a thousand pots, enough for you to smash it for a day and a night!"

Feilong laughed.

"Even if you smash it for three days and three nights, I will smash all your pots!"

Cui Ling was so annoyed that he took a elixir and continued to smash the pot.

Feilong was smashed, but Cui Ling was also beheaded!

Shangguan Jin also took a Nine Patterns Lifting Qi Pill, and then continued to strike with his sword...

After half an hour, Cui Ling smashed fifty or sixty cauldrons, and his strength was a little weak, and the speed of smashing the cauldrons also slowed down.

Moreover, Cui Ling's body was also full of scars, and the sword of the sword cultivator had will damage, which made him a little unable to support.

On the other hand, Jianxiu stood behind Fat Dragon and only focused on cutting people with his sword, one sword after another, making Cui Ling very embarrassed.

But Fei Longding was on the front line, relying on too many pots, while changing pots in turn to defend against the attack, while laughing at Cui Ling, he calmed down like a dog!

After fighting for another half an hour, Cui Ling broke another 20 or 30 pots, but there were also several deep sword wounds on his body, and he finally couldn't hold on anymore and was forced to withdraw from the battle.

"good!"

All Xuantian disciples cheered.

But Cong Cangyu's disciples all had dark faces, and none of them knew what to say.

Sword cultivators and shield cultivators fight two against one, with the more bullying the less.

However, Cui Ling's realm is so much higher than that of sword repair and shield repair, and the big bullies the small.

The advantages of the two cancel each other out!

Normally speaking, Cui Ling can easily hit a hundred of sword and shield cultivators!

But Cui Ling was beaten up and quit in embarrassment, which is indeed a bit embarrassing.

I also have to say that the sword cultivator's attack is abnormal, and the shield cultivator's defense is very powerful!

"Are you still fighting?"

Shangguan would like to ask.

"You don't have to ask, if he keeps fighting, he won't quit!"

Feilong laughed.

"Let's go together, do both of them!"

In a rage, Cui Ling immediately gave orders to the other Cang Yu disciples.

However, thousands of Cang Yu's disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to do?

This is the Xuantian Dao Sect, it's their territory, not their Cangyu Sect's territory.

It doesn't matter if you come to kick the hall, you can find someone to fight alone, but if you rush up to fight in groups, it violates the rules of martial arts.

Xuantian Taoist sect is monitored by strong people, how can they sit idly by?

Even if it's a gang fight, they can't beat others!

Not all of the core disciples of the Cangyu Sect came, but only a small number, a thousand of them.

But all the core disciples of Xuantian Daozong came out, nearly 100,000 people!

Once there is a fight, it is not a gang fight, but a gang fight!

When Cui Ling issued this order, he completely disregarded the actual situation. Either his head was kicked by a donkey, or he was too impulsive because of his blood.

"Cui Ling, you can't even beat us, what qualifications do you have to beat my senior brother Lu Chen?"

Feilong said disdainfully, "My senior brother can kill a hundred of you with just one strike, how many lives do you have enough to die?

You are not even a scumbag in front of my senior brother, go back and practice, and come back after breaking through the realm of refining gods, maybe it will be a bit worth seeing. "

"I'm here, I have to wait until Lu Chen appears!"

Cui Ling calmed down a bit, and didn't mention the gang fight anymore, but refused to go back.

He has a mission entrusted by the sect to kill Lu Chen, get back the place, and avenge Xiahou Wang Cheng and Lu Ben!

If he returns empty-handed, he will be punished by the elders, how can he hang around in the Cangyu Sect in the future?

Cui Ling pretended not to leave, which made Xuantian's disciples feel a little overwhelmed.

These thousands of Cangyu disciples are not ordinary core disciples, they are all in the Immortal Terrace Realm above the high Yuan rank, and many of them are in the Half-Step God Refining Realm.

On Xuantian Daozong's side, a stronger force must also be left behind to guard these Cangyu disciples outside the mountain gate, so as to avoid other troubles.

According to the rules between sects, core disciples are against core disciples!

Then, the elite core disciples of Xuantian Daozong almost don't have to go back. They have to accompany this group of Cangyu disciples to drink the northwest wind outside the mountain gate.

"They came for Lu Chen, then our Fanatic Legion will stay, and the others can go back."

Shangguan would like to say so.

"No, the realm of your fanatical legion is too low, it's not safe to stay here!"

"That's right, your fanatical legion is still in the inner sect, and you haven't been promoted to core disciple yet."

"Core disciples face core disciples, elites face elites, this is the rule, and we are the ones who will stay, not your fanatical legion!"

Many core disciples of Xuantian Daozong spoke one after another, disagreeing to let the Fanatic Legion stay, and not to take care of them.

"When will Lu Chen come back?"

Cui Ling asked while drinking the healing pill.

He also wanted a quick battle, and didn't want to wait so long outside the Xuantian Daozong Mountain Gate.

"Maybe a month, maybe a year, if you can't wait, you can go back!"

Feilong said.

"One year, so why not just wait a year?"

On the surface, Cui Ling didn't care, but in his heart, he ran over ten thousand mud horses.

If Lu Chen really came back in a year, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and wait for a full year, otherwise how would he return to the sect for business?

"Wait a year, are you bored?"