Wild boar

Chapter 918 Tactics
A stab.

Lord Fengjian turned into a blue sword thread and chased Zhu Riming away.

suddenly.

A huge wind dragon.

Appeared in the void and opened his mouth towards Jiansi.

The black wind dragon whose sword thread penetrates directly.

Neither the wind spells nor the ice spells of the wind dragon can stop the cyan sword thread.

The sword thread penetrated the wind dragon, and Feng Jianzun showed his strange behavior.

A seven-colored palm fell from the sky, it was Zhu Riming who had gone and returned.

snorted.

Lord Fengjian once again turned into a sword thread and penetrated Tathagata's demon-sealing hand.

miles away.

True Lord Fengjian appeared again. She carried the long sword on her back and looked at Zhu Riming with a sneer on her face as she returned.

"Qianqiu Zhenjun... I really didn't expect you to be so mean." Feng Jianzun said in a mocking tone.

"Fengjian Zhenjun attacked first, how dare you accuse Zhu of committing evil deeds?"

"Hmph! It's impossible for the two of us to decide the winner. You don't want to drag me here and let your disciples attack Lu Chuanfeng." Feng Jianzun asked with a sneer on his face. .

"Can't you see that Dong Lingxian and Lu Chuanfeng are just like us and can't tell the winner?"

"Then you still have to fight me."

"You forced me to use my immortal body, so I will naturally force you to use the same trump card. This is only fair." Zhu Riming said with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Zhenqiu Qianqiu... you are really petty. You want to force me to use my trump card. I am afraid that hundreds of years of cultivation will be wiped out after you force me out." Zhenjun Fengjian said coldly.

The voice just fell.

The black wind dragon reappeared and bit into Zhenjun Fengjian.

True Lord Fengjian naturally turned into a sword thread again and left.

Zhu Riming did this completely relying on the majestic mana of the Black Wind Dragon and the consumption of the Phoenix Sword Master.

It might still make sense if the Nascent Soul Stage monks continued to consume like this, but it would be somewhat meaningless for two Divine Transformation Stage monks to consume like this.

The wind dragon dances wildly, and the sword energy is everywhere.

High in the sky, Zhu Riming and Lord Fengjian were blasting back and forth with their magical powers.

Although it looks extremely powerful, for two monks in the transformation stage, it is just a small fight.

above the ground.

The wind and sand rolled up tens of thousands of meters high, and the dust even rose above the sea of ​​clouds.

A towering sand mountain nearly a thousand meters rises from the sea of ​​sand. Although this mountain is made of sand, it is like the towering Kunlun Mountains.

Zuo Gu Zuo Town has thousands of walls standing on it, and its mountains are just rocks, which makes one's eyes dizzy when approaching.

This is a mountain of sand and a mountain of swords, as if the natal flying sword in Dong Lingxian's hand has been magnified countless times.

The sword points to the sky, ignoring the howling wind.

Lu Chuanfeng didn't even bother to hide his figure. He stood beside the giant sandy mountain as if he was mocking him. Dong Ling was a coward and didn't dare to use his sword against him.

In fact, from the beginning to now, between the two of them, Lu Chuanfeng has been attacking and Dong Ling is defending first.

Lu Chuanfeng is a wind-based swordsman and takes an offensive approach.

Dong Ling was an earth-based swordsman first, taking a defensive and counterattack approach.

The howling wind gathered into three huge wind dragons. Although the momentum of these wind dragons could not be compared with Zhu Riming's divine wind dragon, they were like three earth-burrowing dragons, turning crazily at the bottom of the giant sand mountain, rolling up. Countless yellow sand rushed up to an altitude of [-] meters, as if trying to uproot this huge sand mountain.

After constant testing, Lu Chuanfeng finally found a way to kill Dong Lingxian.Dong Lingxian's magical body is special and can be turned into a handful of yellow sand. After using the sand escape technique to hide in the vast expanse of yellow sand, Lu Chuanfeng would not be able to kill Dong Lingxian unless he could turn the desert into a vast ocean.

Zhu Riming could naturally see that Dong Ling had such a way to save his life, which was why he left with peace of mind.

After some testing, Lu Chuanfeng was extremely sure that Dong Lingxian's body was hidden in this rising sand mountain.

Lu Chuanfeng only needs to use his great magical power to send this sand mountain up to the sky, cutting off the possibility of him escaping with the sand escape technique, and then chop this sand mountain into countless pieces in the sky. Even if Dong Lingxian's body turns into yellow sand, it can be destroyed by the same It was Lu Chuanfeng, who was born in the Chihai Desert, who locked onto the trace. At that time, he would only need one move of the Quick Sword to scatter him, and then another move of the Wind Blade Sword to send him to the sea of ​​clouds.

Once above the sea of ​​clouds, Dong Lingxian's sand-turning body is no longer useful. By then, a seventh-level sword cultivator holding a fifth-level magic weapon will be like fish on the chopping board.

This is Lu Chuanfeng's tactic.

Two words: "Kill by force!"

Dong Lingxian's tactics were simpler. After he cultivated the Tiansha Demonic Body, even the monks at the God Transformation Stage would not be able to kill him in the desert without special means.

Dong Ling first mobilized the sand mountain to give Lu Chuanfeng hope of killing him, and to let Lu Chuanfeng use his magical power to pull up the huge sand mountain.

This will definitely consume Lu Chuanfeng's huge mana, and even the middle Nascent Soul cannot have such strong mana.

When the sand mountain collapsed, Dong Ling first emerged from the sand mountain. Even if Lu Chuanfeng had higher cultivation and stronger swordsmanship, he would not be a match for his fifth-level magical flying sword.

This is Dong Lingxian's tactic, two words: "Booby and kill!"

As for the group of monks outside the sky full of yellow sand, except for Bai Yunting and Bai Yu'er who were in the Nascent Soul stage and had certain guesses about the battle situation between the two sides, the others were completely confused as if they were watching a catastrophe.

Bang!
With a dull loud noise.

The giant mountain of loess, which was hundreds of meters high and stood thousands of feet tall, was forcibly pushed up by the wind dragon on the top of the mountain and lifted off the ground.

This is not enough!

Lu Chuanfeng's face was slightly red. He frantically drew the mana from his Nascent Soul, and a mountain of sand rushed into the sky. In an instant, it rushed to a height of a thousand meters.

It's now!

Lu Chuanfeng shook his right hand, and the fastest sword was released at full strength.

Lu Chuanfeng's flying sword was already out of his hand.

Boom.

The top of the giant loess mountain was directly flattened, and this sword cut off nearly a hundred meters of sand mountain.

Blue light flashed.

The scimitar-shaped flying sword returned to Lu Chuanfeng's hand again.

Lu Chuanfeng swung his sword again without hesitation.

The same is the fastest sword.

The bottom of the sand mountain, which stood thousands of feet tall, was cut away by another hundred meters.

There were still several hundred meters left in the middle of the sand mountain, so Lu Chuanfeng raised his spirits again and swung his sword.

Raise your Qi again, strike again with your sword.

Every time a sword is fired, although it consumes a lot of mana, it can also save some mana.

This part of the mana is the power to lift a giant mountain thousands of feet into the air.

The power of lifting the mountain and the loss of mana were too terrifying. Even for one or two breaths, it was difficult to hold on. Lu Chuanfeng could only cut it off piece by piece like cutting sugar cane, as long as he made sure Dong Lingxian was still in the middle. Just the section of sugar cane.

When there was only the last section of sugar cane left, Lu Chuanfeng swung his last sword.

This sword almost made Lu Chuanfeng dizzy.

The power of the sword was greatly reduced, far less than the power of the previous fastest sword. Without its power, the last section of earth and rock made of yellow sand was not cut through, but only left a huge knife mark on the earth and rock.

Lu Chuanfeng already knew that his magic power was unsustainable.

It's not that he hasn't considered this problem, but after advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, it's almost impossible to drain a Nascent Soul monk's mana. This time, he used wind spells to lift up the mountain and soar into the sky. In a moment, his magic power bottomed out.

(End of this chapter)