Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 107: Don’t keep one

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The jet black dagger in Zhang Long's hand was rotated a few times in the palm of his hand, and then struggling in his fierce light, with his own spiritual power, violently cut towards the oncoming sword light. Go, the sword light and the spiritual light touched, splashing radiance, and then Zhang Long only felt his head shook in an instant, his entire right arm was numb, his chest was sweet, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps. At that time, the Fat Dragon and Cheng Qianjin behind him finally followed him when he resisted the attack, and they were left and right, just like his left arm and right arm.

The fat dragon's legs were slightly bent, and the power in his hands was ready to go. When he saw the other two sword lights following closely, his eyes narrowed, and then he raised his hand and aimed at one of the golden swords. Jianguang slashed away with a horizontal knife, and with this forceful fall, Fat Long's fleshy cheeks trembled.

As soon as the two touched the Fat Dragon's entire body, they couldn't help but retreat. They clenched their teeth tightly and looked hideous. The Fat Dragon screamed despite the pain of tearing meridians in the body, and then kicked his right leg backward. , I just want to stop the impact! Compared with Zhang Long in the later stage of the transformation realm, only the fat dragon in the middle stage of the transformation realm suffered more pain.

There was still a sword light left, and Cheng Qianqian greeted him as he did his part. Cheng Qianqian was holding a magic weapon dagger, with the tip of the dagger facing the back of his hand in the opposite direction, and his right hand was drawn diagonally, a half-moon shape The aura of light was emitted. This time, Jianguang and Aura really made contact in front of Cheng Qianjin. When the two touched, the fluctuating aura sent out directly caused Cheng Qianjin to fly upside down.

As soon as the contact started, the three of them were injured to varying degrees, and the difference between the foundation building and the spiritual transformation was so far apart.

Zhang Long's eyes widened with anger, and then his face was sullen and hysterical, and he shouted, "Follow the usual practice, and use the Eight Desolation Sword Formation." Until now, only the Eight Desolation Sword in his arms was used. In the picture, there are only eight swordsmanship diagrams with different shapes on the Eight Desolation Sword Diagram. Ever since Han Songcheng rewarded the Eight Desolation Sword Diagrams, Zhang Long has been comprehending that it should be an eight-person formation. In the sword map, when I usually practice fighting, I unexpectedly discovered that the spiritual power has a superimposed effect. When the eight people use the moves on the sword map and the trajectory of the spiritual power, the power of the spiritual power usually used increases geometrically.

Following Zhang Long’s roar, there is no need for him to say any more. The four people who rushed forward have already rushed to the front and the left, and Zhang Long has already eased after the numb body of the blow just now, and his legs are connected. Stepping, at this moment, he was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, rushing forward indefinitely. The man in the early stage of the spirit transformation who had not done it before followed closely with Zhang Long's left rear.

In addition to Cheng Qianjin who flew out, even the fat dragon has already moved forward with a yellow broadsword to make up for the remaining space. For a while, the seven people faintly appeared in a semicircle position, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing. Surrounded, this stopped Zhao Jiuge who was about to continue his hands, and was a little curious about what these people wanted to do.

"It won't be another formation, right?" Zhao Jiuge asked Bai Qingqing next to him in a bit of surprise. At the same time, the aura of the green plum sword in his hand has not diminished, and he is highly vigilant at any time, just in case.

Bai Qingqing frowned, carefully measuring the standing, pace, and moves of the group of people on the opposite side, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes. Because it looks like a formation, similar but not rational, I shook my head without a trace, decided to leave it alone, and since I can't figure it out, I don't think about it.

Then he snorted, "Do it." The Fenghua in his hand began to shine again, whether it was a formation or not, one force could drop ten benefits. At this moment, Cheng Qianjin, who was just slightly injured, also fought. Stand up, add to the encirclement, the winner will be announced in an instant.

When Bai Qingqing drank and started his hand, Zhao Jiuge was already moving, but Zhang Long moved faster than him, because the forward legs never stopped. When Zhao Jiuge was preparing to attack, Zhang Long was already Only three steps away from Zhao Jiuge, and then jumped up on one leg, ready to cut down with the short sword in his hand.

Zhang Long’s action made Zhao Jiuge who was about to attack had to give up, and turned into defense, raised his sword and pointed diagonally, with a bang. This time Zhao Jiuge didn’t have the sharp attacking feeling just now, as if it was an illusion. When he touched an indestructible object, Zhang Long succeeded in hitting it, and with the remaining power of the contact and collision, he retreated back. Just when Zhao Jiuge was about to relax his breath and transform the next spiritual power in his body to attack, the fat dragon At that time, the blade that struck Huashan did not give Zhao Jiuge any time to react, and it fell down so magnificently. The helpless Zhao Jiuge had to lift the sword again, and there was no chance to accumulate energy.

It's like a human being as big as a cow, who can punch through a wall with one punch, but you can only fit your body on both sides, you can't lift your arms at all, and you can't hit your fist. At this time, Zhao Jiuge felt this kind of powerlessness, as was the situation of Bai Qingqing on the side. She had the strength but couldn't show it.

Bai Qingqing, who resisted the opponent's attack, was thinking in her mind, secretly wondering what kind of formation this is, which is so similar to but not right.

The spirit power fluctuations in the encircled circle centered on the two of them, and the eight opponents attacked one after another. They were like ocean waves. The people of the blood realm suppressed him and Zhao Jiuge, unable to attack. If it drags on like this, when Han Songcheng and the vulture recover their spiritual power, their situation is not good. You must know that if it is not for the spiritual weapon in their hands, at this time, if they are bare-handed and rely on spiritual power to fight against them, then Their spiritual power is comparable!

"What kind of formation is this!" An angry Zhao Jiuge yelled a little anxiously. At this time, he thought that Zhang Long and the others were using it like they were chased by the Xiao family general in Dongyang City last time. The same formation when killing.

Taking advantage of the effort to change his breath, Zhang Long, who had just fallen and retreated to the back, gave a cold snort and said contemptuously, "Will I tell you what my trump card is? Dreaming." The left hand of the hand stroked his chest subconsciously, but Zhao Jiuge, who was watching Zhang Long's every move, had a panoramic view of this movement.

At this time, Zhang Long felt a burst of relief in his chest, and the previous depressed resentment slowly dissipated as the situation in the field changed. It seemed that the situation in the field was slowly controlled by them. The mysterious Eight Desolate Sword Map is really amazing! Zhang Long thought so in his heart.

"Jiu Ge, hurry up, let's attack the one with the weakest cultivation base." Bai Qingqing, who had been silent for a long time, shouted suddenly, shocking Zhao Jiuge,

Previously, Bai Qingqing resisted the attack on one hand, but he was not idle. The weird behavior of the group of people in front of him seemed to be a formation, but it was not like it. The feeling of deja vu gave Bai Qingqing a headache. , The education and knowledge she received from an early age made her vision broad.

But there are too many things to grasp, and then it makes her a little bit unable to remember what this is and how to crack it. Later, Zhao Jiuge’s impatient voice was filmed just now for her, whether it is a formation or not, even if it is not, there are similarities. Where, then I will break through your strange encirclement by breaking the formation method.

Just like when you need to find the formation eye when breaking the formation, Bai Qingqing simply chooses the weakest person in their cultivation base to start. It is like breaking the formation formation, then the remaining few people are like formations. The flag is not enough.

Hearing Bai Qingqing's scream, Zhao Jiuge woke up in shock, and then woke up and understood Bai Qingqing's intentions. Zhao Jiuge was not the only one who was awakened. Hearing Bai Qingqing's yelling, Zhang Long yelled badly. The sword map he controlled best understood its characteristics and weaknesses.

When I first got the picture of the Eight Desolation Swords, Zhang Long was at a loss, and then he slowly realized a little bit on his own, although I don’t know if the specific things are what I think now. , But his savvy is limited, neither Han Songcheng nor them have seen this kind of sword picture. In addition, the eight people working with this sword map found that the spiritual powers used can be superimposed, and Zhang Long was a little bit sticky with self-righteousness.

But the biggest drawback now is that once this rhythm is disrupted, then this superimposed spiritual effect will no longer exist. If one of them is missing, then the remaining seven will not be able to play this Eight Desolate Sword Diagram. The power of it. Therefore, Zhang Long suddenly became nervous when he heard Bai Qingqing's shout.

Zhao Jiuge glanced at the burly man in green in the direction of his right hand. The man’s cultivation base in the middle of the blood phase was the weakest among the eight. When Bai Qingqing collided with him, he took advantage of the green When the clothed man fell backwards, Zhao Jiuge's eyes cold, his hands trembled with green plums, sword flowers floated out, and the burly green clothed man was wrapped in a flash of sword light from Shan.

"Ah ah..."

A scream came from the burly man in green. The next moment, blood spurted out of his body, and the blood donation immediately stained the skirt of his body. Before he could close his eyes, he fell to the ground.

Looking at the man falling to the ground, Zhao Jiuge also stunned for a while and killed another person. This is his second murder. Compared with the first time, this time there is no psychological burden, and there is no nervousness. Mood, on the contrary, there is a kind of pleasure. For these evil scums, only when they are removed, more people will find peace.

"Liu Dazui...!" A cry of mourning came from Zhang Long's mouth, looking at the figure lying on the ground with a look of shock. The brother who had been with him for many years died like this. But this grief cannot be expressed at this moment, because at this moment they are missing one person, and the previous good situation will no longer exist. At this time, a greater crisis is coming.

"Pouch."

Failong couldn't dodge, and was wounded by Bai Qingqing's sword light. The two sides attacked in close combat, compared to pure spiritual power. At this moment, the disadvantage of Zhang Long's group began to highlight.

From the left chest to the belly button of the fat dragon, a huge wound is still bleeding outside. The flesh on both sides of the wound was rolling towards both sides.

Zhang Long didn't know what to do for a while, and felt a little lost in his hands and feet. After all, in the face of absolute strength, there is no trick in all skills.

Crack.

Another man who moved the blood realm accidentally failed to resist the crisscrossing sword light, his entire arm was cut off, and the pain of tearing made him a little hysterical.

At this time, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing are back to back, coping with the crowd surrounding them.

Zhao Jiuge didn't even look back, and asked softly, "What should I do next."

"Kill, don't keep one." Bai Qingqing, who had long hidden his anger, had a cold face, and his tone was full of killing intent. She was both a girl, and she could better understand when a girl was shattered by these dogs. What a painful feeling, Bai Qingqing felt that it would be cheaper to let these dogs die like this.

Hearing Bai Qingqing's murderous words, Zhao Jiuge felt a numb scalp, but he still obeyed her.

Then the two went one after the other, regardless of the rapid consumption of spiritual power, and they danced the flying swords in their hands in a rough way at that close range.

For a time, auras interlaced and sword lights flickered on the entire field. Accompanied by this dazzling scene was the painful voice, and he cried out in horror.