Chapter 252

Brother Jing used his move. At least half of the flying swords were led by him and went straight towards the elder of the sword Pavilion. For a time, the light in the air was great. The sword flow was too dense. It was inevitable that there would be collisions between them. Sparks shot, and the sound of a little golden dagger rang through the world.

Thousands of flying swords were cut off at the same time. Even if it was only the sword controlled by the friar in the foundation period, the momentum could not be resisted by a friar in the ninth turn period.

The elder of the sword Pavilion turned pale and wanted to avoid, but behind him were his own disciples, so he had to carry them hard, drank loudly, recalled the fire dragon, and then laid several defense arrays and magic weapons in front of him.

Fortunately, brother Jing's move is powerful, but it only inspires the Friar's flying sword in the foundation period. The speed is not fast. He has enough preparation time. When the fire dragon comes back, the first flying sword can be shot, and behind it is a long sword Dragon...

It is worthy of being a monk in the ninth turn period. In the roar of the fire dragon, the first sword melted directly and silently, followed by ten, a hundred, a thousand...

In the twinkling of an eye, the long sword dragon was swallowed up, but by this time, the fire dragon was also shaky, revealing the body of the long sword.

"The sky fire is burning..." the elder of the sword Pavilion roared again. He pointed to the sky with one hand and made a seal with one hand. Fang wanted to recite the mantra. Suddenly, the cloud boat under his feet roared and seemed to be hit by something. A huge force came and rolled to one side. The other cloud boat next to him couldn't escape and bumped into each other, He choked in his throat halfway through the chanting of the mantra. Fortunately, he printed it in time, which was not eaten by his vitality.

Aside, brother Jing stood in the air, holding a golden... Big board brick.

Without the previous fire dragon entanglement, he has already been idle. If he finds an opportunity, he will miss it. Although his magic weapon looks strange, it matches him very well.

The rest of the sword dragons are still shooting away endlessly. Now the cloud boat of the elder of the sword pavilion has been turned over and directly stabbed to pieces. One friar screamed and fell down, and each one was tied with several flying swords.

Fortunately, although brother Jing's technique is quite powerful, he has no detailed control over the summoned flying sword, that is, the straight puncture. These friars' wounds are basically through. They look terrible, but they basically have no worry about their lives. Only a few unlucky eggs were directly hit and died.

Until this time, there are still less than half of the stegosaurs roaring away. Although the deflected cloud boat makes a slight barrier, what can it do?

After the cloud boat was smashed, the embarrassed figure of the elder of the sword pavilion was also revealed. The silver robe on his body had disappeared and was replaced by a fiery red armor, which was in danger in the stormy attack.

"Old and immortal, do you know how powerful I am?" brother Jing Gaga smiled strangely, swung up the bricks and joined the attack. The seemingly vulgar magic weapon was not slow at all, and the light of the armor became more and more dim in the loud sound of banging.

"You're so brave! Don't even want to run today!" the elder of the sword Pavilion glanced at the people of Fuyu sect angrily, pinched a spell, and the whole person turned into a flame. It flickered a few times and disappeared.

As soon as he left, the remaining disciples of Lingtian sword sect suddenly lost their souls, shouted, and hundreds of cloud boats turned around together and went away.

"Borrow yuan to escape the form talisman? The Lingtian sword sect really has some details..." Xiang Yang looked at the direction of the disappearance of the elder of the sword Pavilion. This talisman is much more advanced than the inch talisman used by Feng Wu. Once you escape, you can be hundreds of miles. It is also a high-grade product in the talisman.

At this time, the friars of Fuyu sect still haven't returned to God. So many enemies have been swept away by brother Jing alone?

Xiang Yang looked at them coldly. Their performance just now was really unbearable. It seems that there is still a long way to go to practice these people. However, there are still many good seedlings among them. Xiang Yang has quietly written down those who are not surprised.

"Boss Xiang, get up quickly! It's strange!" Chu Xuan looked ugly aside. Is Ling Tianjian sect crazy? Even the Royal Edict and Jiuding immortal gate were ignored. Just now, it was clear that they were going to kill people and kill people...

"Sissy, people won't give you face. What can you do? It depends on me! Wahaha..." brother Jing returned to Yunzhou triumphantly and threw the gold bricks one after another.

Half past Mao, Xiang Yang looked to the East. There was a layer of fish belly white. It was estimated that soon after sunrise, the undulating mountains ahead were clearly visible.

"Go! All the cloud boats move forward at full speed!"

In the East, a little red light slowly emerged from behind the mountain shadow. Boat shadows cut through the dim sky light and cast a long shadow on the mountains below.

Xiang Yang stood at the front and felt like an octopus. Chu Xuan was right. The fact of talent was very strange. If Lingtian sword sect was as powerful as he said, it would not be so easy to get away today.

But what on earth does this sect under Jiuding immortal gate do here? Why are we so heavily guarded and have to kill people if we don't agree?

The red sun finally poked out its head behind the vast mountains, and the red light came all over. At this time, a strange cry came from the front: "gugua, gugua..."

The sound was like the sound of frogs, but it rang through the world and echoed in the mountains.

Then, the swords that pierced the sky lit up, and cloud boats floated from among the mountains, but they occupied less than half of the sky in an instant.

"How many cloud boats are there..." seeing the dark sky above the cloud boat of Fuyu sect, the monks fell into despair again, from panic to ecstasy to falling into the abyss again, and continuous emotional transformation, that is, a moment.

Xiang Yang waved his hand back and took the lead to stop. There was another formation in front of him. Looking at this, it should be a killing formation. With so many Yunzhou and friars, if he was alone, he would not be afraid, but if he wanted to protect so many people around him, he could not escape anyway.

But soon, he found that it was wrong. The goal of those monks and arrays was not themselves, and his attention was not on them at all. All directions were aligned with the central position of the array.

He made a quick decision, led the way again, turned the direction and went to one side. The friars and arrays in front of him covered dozens of miles. It was a moment to go around at the speed of the cloud boat.