Taishang Immortal Brigade

Chapter 102
The forest of swords descending on the heads of the monks of the magic way met with tenacious resistance. The monks of the magic way raised their magic weapons and blocked them. Accompanied by the monstrous magic energy, the sword edge seemed to be cut on the cloth. Although it tore a piece, it was indomitable. The power of the sword was still lowered, and in the billowing devilish energy, the monks of the magic way raised their magic weapons and issued various magical spells, constantly weakening the sword's edge into a forest.

The sword's edge that fell on the disciple's head became a forest, and it was a big harvest. The blood was splashed and the sword light was flying. The disciples were like a wheat field swept by a hurricane. They fell one after another, and a few could stand still. They all relied on their strength to block Jianfeng's attack. Among them, Xiahe's group was the most relaxed. The brilliance of the ban around them flickered continuously. The effects of the six bans cooperated with each other. Can't fall down.

Under the Zhanxian platform, mourners were everywhere, and most of the disciples were seriously injured by Jian Feng Chenglin. Some disciples with strong strength and strong cards, and at the critical moment, exposed the strength enough to withstand the attack of Jindan cultivator. Xia He saw that Gong Langxie spread his face The shield, the shield seems to be made of silk, light and impotent, but it was the continuous attack of Jianfeng, and other disciples in twos and threes, united to protect themselves under the attack of Jianfeng Chenglin, It's just that none of them are as relaxed as Xiahe and the others.

Dugu Xiahou, Zhu Cangsheng and the others saw that Xiahe's restrictions were so severe and that the swords were raging in front of them, but they couldn't get closer than ten feet anyway, so they finally settled down and put away their full vigilance. device, observing the situation in the arena calmly.

The leading sword cultivator hit the sword edge into a forest, killing most of the disciples of the Sifang Immortal Sect. Although the demon monks resisted with all their strength, there were no casualties. Ma Tengkong looked at the moaning and screaming disciples below, and said with a smile, "What a sword edge move! Cheng Lin is worthy of the world-renowned swordsmanship skills of Dong Jianling. It's just Ping Sanjiang, why did you kill all your own people?"

The head sword cultivator's name is Ping Sanjiang, and he said coldly, "Thanks to you, you used to be a member of the war department. Don't you know that once a war starts, the situation will be chaotic, and you will inevitably be injured by accident? It’s not high, and it’s really a blessing for them to contribute in their own way.”

Ma Tengkong said with an evil smile, "Hehe, to be honest with you, I just can't understand the way you sword cultivators say, and you say that everyone in the world can be killed. In essence, you are covering up your incompetence. You are so indiscriminate between the enemy and the chaos Do you have a good impression of the disciples who are still counting on the surviving disciples?"

"The thoughts of ants have never been something we consider." Ping Sanjiang stretched out the flying sword in his hand, and under the swaying light of the sword, dozens of sword auras were separated. These sword auras revolved around the flying sword, and then flew out. Stab the horse into the air.

Ma Tengkong's hands are not empty. With the demonized dead wood dragon staff, he no longer has to fight the enemy empty-handed. When the sword energy is about to leave the body, the withered wood dragon staff is activated by the magic energy, like a giant dragon waking up. Shaking its head and tail, endless demon energy escaped from the wooden dragon's mouth and scales, and the sword energy flew into the demon energy, immediately like a rusty iron sword, the cutting speed slowed down.

Ma Tengkong held the wooden dragon's tail, and smashed the violently twisting wooden dragon against the flying sword energy. Only the sound of glass shattering was heard, and the sword shadows shattered and were eroded by the devil energy.

The three sword cultivators behind Ping Sanjiang pulled out their flying swords, and surrounded Ma Tengkong eagerly. Seeing this, Ma Tengkong yelled at Xia Zhanxiantai, "Come up a few people, and say hello to these three friends!" .”

In the demonic energy below, Jianfeng Chenglin had been completely defeated. The twelve apostles of the demonic way, hearing the order of the demon master, jumped up, surrounded by the thick and violent demonic energy, flew into the mid-air, and three Jianxiu stood opposite him.

"Okay, now let's fight against each other, generals and generals." Ma Tengkong kept his eyes fixed, staring at the opposite sword repairer, "Although you are both in the late stage of Jindan, your strength is stronger than that of Bao Wei. There are too many strong men."

Ping Sanjiang said proudly, "Bao Weigong has never been in the war department in his life, and he has too little experience in fighting the enemy, so he can be taken advantage of by you. But from now on, don't take chances. This three-foot Qingfeng is Your place of burial."

"Okay." Ma Tengkong shouted happily, "Ma Tengkong's big head is just waiting for you to come and take it, but you have to listen carefully. I want to see that the strength of the sword cultivator after demonization will change. How terrible."

Hearing the provocation in Ma Tengkong's tone, Ping Sanjiang even wanted to demonize himself. The flying sword in his hand buzzed. There is no trace of the sword.

"Sword light differentiation." Ping Sanjiang shouted, and the flying sword in his hand flew out. Ma Tengkong watched the flying sword coming towards him, and the wooden dragon swung it to block the flying sword. Unexpectedly, the flying sword in front of him was hit Afterwards, it disappeared without a trace, and a weak but fierce wind came from behind him. He was in a bad mood, so he moved his body away without any time, and the flying sword came out through his body, piercing Ma Tengkong's left shoulder with a transparent hole. hole.

Ma Tengkong covered his bleeding left shoulder, the muscles at the wound squirmed, and gradually squeezed the hole tightly until no more blood flowed out, thinking to himself that if he hadn't dodged in time, the flying sword would have pierced his heart Well, even if the body of the magic monk is strong, being pierced through the heart is still a serious injury.

"Splitting sword light, you can also master this unique skill of swordsmanship." Ma Tengkong said bitterly, "It's a bit interesting, you took the upper hand in this round, and you were able to hurt me."

The reason why the sword light differentiation is so powerful is because the flying sword makes the virtual and real intertwined, and when you stab with a sword, you think it is real, and you raise your hand to block it, but unexpectedly it is a phantom, and a real flying sword stabs behind you. If you react a little slower, you will be in danger of being pierced by flying swords. With superb swordsmanship, the power of sword light differentiation is unstoppable. Compared with the scattered attack power of Jianfeng Chenglin, nine false ones in sword light differentiation Really, really that flying sword pours all its power, as long as it stabs the enemy, it will either die or be seriously injured.

The first time Ping Sanjiang made a move, he used a sword with an extremely wide attack range, and the power of the sword move was scattered. Later, he used the trick of sword light differentiation, which caught Ma Tengkong off guard and fell into the trick all of a sudden.

Ping Sanjiang floated the flying sword in front of his body, and transformed into more than a dozen different sword shadows. His eyes contained infinite fighting intent, and the dark blue battle robe on his body was erratically blown by the wind. Shen, seemingly false, pointed the tip of the sword at the angry Ma Tengkong at the same time, "Under the unique skills of swordsmanship, there has never been a life, no matter how fierce you are, you can't escape the beheading sword."

Ma Tengkong stared at the split sword shadows, his angry expression gradually calmed down, the devilish energy on his body gradually clinged to the skin, and slowly penetrated into his body from the pores, his voice was calm and crazy, "Ping Sanjiang You can kill countless people on the battlefield, but you have never formally confronted a real magician. I warn you, the end of underestimating a magician can only be demonization or death."

Ping Sanjiang's sword shadow swirled and scattered, circling around him like moths circling a lamp. Ping Sanjiang's eyes didn't fluctuate at all, and his voice was as cold as ice and snow, "The lackeys of the Devil's Way are also human beings. There are not a few of your devil masters who died at the hands of our sword cultivators. Ma Tengkong, you have done a lot of good things, and you can give me the credit for killing the devil cultivators today, and you deserve to die."

Ma Tengkong roared in a low voice, his whole body shook violently, countless pitch-black scales drilled out from under his skin, the patterns on the scales were mysterious and complicated, Xia He tried to take a look from below, and found that he was dizzy, and the thoughts in his mind were too high The Dao sounded several times in succession to get rid of the inexplicable discomfort. Xia He was terrified and didn't dare to look any more.

Layers of scales grow wildly, covering Ma Tengkong's head, face, shoulders, waist, buttocks, legs and feet. Black hair grows from the gaps between the scales. If you look closely, those hairs are burning magic flames. Ma Tengkong The unicorn on his forehead was divided into two, and above his two eyebrows, two goat-like long horns grew, and the long horns were surrounded by spirals, and the tops of the two sharp horns shone with light from time to time.

"Blessed by the devil god, give me my real body, mere sword cultivator, how can I hurt me." After the transformation, Ma Tengkong's image became more and more ferocious, and most of his human features were hidden. Now his appearance is like a real devil , in the only eyes that have not changed, the evil aura has not diminished at all, "Ping Sanjiang, don't come here to lead the death."

The corner of Ping Sanjiang's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't smile after all. The shadow of the sword gradually covered his figure, and he could only see a giant cocoon formed by the dancing sword shadow. Although the giant cocoon was the size of a carriage, it moved faster. Very quickly, with just a slight movement, he disappeared in place, and the next moment, he had already appeared above Ma Tengkong's head.

Six or seven sword shadows from Ping Sanjiang faced Ma Tengkong's Tianling Gai, and gathered into a clump of gladiolus. The sharp spikes from the gladiolus seemed to fall down at any time, smashing Ma Tengkong's Tianling Gai, and then his The brain is twisted into a rotten sauce.

The sword shadow shot out, flew to the top of Ma Tengkong's head, and twisted a few strands of raised hair into fly ash. At this moment, Ma Teng raised his head and made a ninety-degree angle with his body. At this moment, the sword shadow , away from him; only a finger away from his face, Ma Tengkong's eyes radiated a strange light, his hands were faster than the sword, and the back hair moved to the top of his head, his hands were filled with a strong devilish energy, and he moved the sword The shadow is beyond the palm of the hand.

The demonic energy surged several times, shattering all the sword shadows, but the sword light splitting technique can transform any sword shadow between illusion and reality. Seeing that Ma Tengkong can resist it, how can Ping Sanjiang make a useless move? With a flash of his attack, he left above Zhanxiantai and flew towards the distant mountains. "Ma Tengkong, follow me if you have the guts."

(End of this chapter)