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Murong Ling shouted. Li Cangmin did not need to turn his head to be able to feel the crossbow bolts flying at him, holding his sword in reverse, the refined iron crossbow arrows instantly turned into powder, but this crossbow arrow had only just started, the hundred crossbow bolts had already rained down, connecting into a whistling mountain wind.

Li Cangmin pulled Murong Ling behind him, and looked at the hidden archers in the mountain, his eyes cold. He had swung the Frost Sword, and with just a simple swing of his sword, he had produced hundreds of thousands of sword images, as if he was breaking bamboo, as he faced the incoming crossbow arrows. Gold powder immediately rose from the sky, following which cries of pain and misery echoed from the cliff, and one after another, the hidden archers rolled down like dumplings, with terrifying sword scars all over.

Murong Ling stared at Li Cangmin's tall and straight back, the shock in his heart was hard to describe. She had always known that Li Cangmin's strength was extraordinary, but looking at the sword technique he used to kill the enemy with, it was even stronger than what she knew.

"What's wrong? Scared? " Li Cangmin saw that Murong Ling was stunned and did not say a word, as she consoled her in a low voice, "With this king here, no one can hurt you."

"I know, I believe you."

Murong Ling held his hand tightly, smiled slightly, and stressed once more, "I believe in you."

"Ling'er..."

Li Cangmin's eyes surged with emotions, as if he had thousands of words to say. His lips moved, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt his heart palpitate.

They were ambushed. It was unknown whether the other party was using a Raging Flame Bullet or not.

The Raging Flames Bullets were sent over one after another, causing the protective shield to crack. Murong Ling immediately activated her spirit energy to break the barrier, pouring another Yang Yuan Dan into her mouth.

The smoke gradually dispersed, and ten young cultivators suddenly appeared on the cliff path. They were all dressed in a uniform, their faces were young, and they had the same four levels of cultivation. In their hands was a low leveled Flying Sword, forming a rectangular sword formation, they raised their swords together, and gathered together to form a gigantic sword image.

Although they only had Refinement Stage, Murong Ling could feel that the sword image did not have the strength of Element Building Stage in the slightest. A solemn expression finally appeared on Li Cangmin's face as he said to Murong Ling, "Ling'er, avoid it."

The cliff path that could only fit a carriage was not very wide. If one was not careful, they would fall down the cliff, and when fighting, they would be left and right.

The dozen or so cultivators had already taken the initiative and laid out the array formation. As long as they were dancing in the distance, there was no need for them to change their figures, and it was obvious that they would not be able to move at all. As a result, Li Cangmin was passively defending against the opponent's sword techniques, he was unable to advance at all.

Murong Ling was a little unhappy being pushed out of the battlefield unilaterally by Li Cangmin, but this was not the time to make a fuss over it. Looking at the people across from him, Murong Ling frowned.

However, Li Cangmin was in front blocking the way, and in the middle, were the blade lights and sword images from both sides, if she recklessly ran over, he was afraid that he would become cannon fodder under the sword light, this was different, and he had to think of another way.

Finally, she had an idea. She slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, and after walking for another inch, she would reach the bottom of the cliff. If she fell down, she would not know how deep it was, and her bones would probably be completely gone. However, Murong Ling was not afraid at all, her gaze swept across the vines at the edge of the cliff once, and without saying a word, he flipped herself over, one hand grabbing onto the vines, while moving forward.

The vines at the side of the cliff were not strong enough, and simply could not support the weight of one person. Very quickly, the soil and rocks on the ground began to fall, and they were on the verge of collapse. Murong Ling was already prepared.

The strong sword wind crushed the rocks and threw Murong Ling off the cliff. After being hit by the sword a few times, she almost lost her balance and fell down. Luckily, she was able to throw out the Ghost Vine in time to wrap herself in the cliff.

Murong Ling walked forward step by step, afraid that she would be discovered, she didn't dare to use the Spiritual Sense.

When the formation was set up, they had a faint Defensive Barrier outside, but it was not strong. After all, with their 4th level of the Refinement Realm's strength, using soul force to attack was already their limit.

Murong Ling did not act rashly, as all sword formations had an eye of the formation, if she could not find the eye of the formation and kill it, she would waste the chance to crawl over.

Seeing that they had used a few moves, the group of cultivators finally showed signs of exhaustion, but Murong Ling could see that only the cultivator at the center of the sword formation remained expressionless, his spirit energy still at its peak. From the sound of his spirit energy undulations, it was clear that the surrounding cultivators were continuously supplying him with spirit energy.

Every time a sword shadow was formed, it would condense under his sword.

He was the core of the formation!

Murong Ling was overjoyed as the Ghost Vine shot out and brazenly inserted itself into the barrier like a lance. The originally dim barrier broke under the attack of the external force, and the Ghost Vine charged in, nimbly avoiding the cultivators on the outside, entangling itself around the young cultivator who was acting as the eye of the formation.

"Senior apprentice-brother!"

Shocked cries rang out as the eye of the formation was pulled out by a strong force. The sword formation was broken down instantly, and the sword image that was just condensed in the air shook intensely, before disappearing without a trace.

A woman in red lightly leapt up from the bottom of the cliff. She held a dark green thorny vine in her hand, and on the other side of the thorny vine was tied the Formation Aperture called Senior-apprentice Brother.

Obviously, they had been ambushed.

Murong Ling did not care about their grievances as she jumped up to the cliff and raised her hands. A green light flashed and a dozen or so wooden thorns condensed in the air and she shouted, "Go!"

At the same time, Li Cangmin's attack arrived. His voice was bone-chilling, as he shouted "Drunken Light Dream", and snow and snow filled the sky, falling like sharp blades, slicing people's bodies but not hurting them. The dozen cultivators were all in a trance, as if they were remembering the beautiful and sweet old days, and had forgotten to resist until their hearts ached, only then did they come back to reality.

Unresigned, they opened their eyes wide. They wanted to raise their swords to resist, but their dantian was empty and lacked any Origin Energy. How could they still have the strength to retaliate!