Chapter 394 Battle at Tianling Mountain
Okay, this chapter has been posted ahead of schedule. At the request of deputy moderator Yuwen Feixiang, I handed over my only saved manuscript. Today is the third update, asking for your support! I had a great time communicating with everyone yesterday, and I also had a great time coding. Sure enough, a happy mood will promote work. - Therefore, the second update will be at 17 o'clock on time, and the third update will be at 10 o'clock in the evening. However, tomorrow's update time will still be 11 o'clock and 20 o'clock.
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As soon as Master Xuan Shang came in, he started beating him indiscriminately with a long spear. Unexpectedly, Lu Ping was also impressed by this fighting method, and he also started beating him indiscriminately.
Master Xuanxiang is just that. He is a master of the sixth level of forging pills. In addition to defending against the attacks of Master Xuanshang and Lu Ping, he can also occasionally fight back. Master Xuanyou is in trouble. Although his cultivation is not as good as After reaching the fourth level of Alchemy, the level of smeltable heaven and earth spiritual items is not high, and the strength is much lower than the three of them. Otherwise, even though Lu Qin'er has the inheritance of Huo Luan, Master Xuanyou will not be unable to kill him under a sneak attack. A demon cultivator with a first level of forging pills. Therefore, the four of them fought together, but Master Xuanyou defended all the way and could not deliver a single attack.
Master Xuanshang had just exchanged a few moves with Lu Ping, and was knocked back several feet by Lu Ping's mysterious swordsmanship. He heard another roar. Before the person arrived, a bolt of lightning had already fallen towards Lu Ping. He only heard the sound of coming. The man said: "Since there is a chaotic battle, Xuan Lei is coming!"
Lu Ping did not dodge the falling lightning. Five light screens appeared in front of him. The lightning was consumed before it penetrated the three light screens.
A silver figure fell into the battlefield like lightning. Lu Ping flicked his hand, and a Geng Jin Yin thunder fell towards the visitor. Lu Ping laughed loudly and said: "It is disrespectful to come and not return. This senior brother also takes my move. "
Lu Ping's golden scale sword turned into a sword light that filled the sky, and continued to encircle Master Xuanshang, Master Xuanxiang, and Master Xuanyou to exert pressure. Just after Master Xuanlei used his small magical power of thunder to catch Lu Ping's Geng Jin Yin Lei , the "Shocking Waves Sword Technique" made a strange sound of waves on the golden-scaled sword body, trapping him in the sword light.
The five of them fought with each other, but Lu Ping still had the absolute upper hand.
However, this seemed to be just the beginning. Just after Xuan Lei fell into the battle group, a giant boat plunged into the battle group with the momentum of riding the wind and waves, and rammed into everyone arbitrarily.
A loud laugh came from the giant boat, saying: "The mysterious boat is coming, everyone, give way!"
What greeted Master Xuanzhou was Lu Ping's huge torrent of sword skills. The monstrous wave of swords seemed to overturn everything floating in the sea of swords.
Master Xuan Zhou exclaimed, he had already emerged from the giant boat, and then the giant boat was riddled with holes by the golden scale sword.
Master Xuan Zhou felt terrible pain in his body. He put away the dilapidated giant boat and shouted, "I will fight with you." After saying that, he summoned a black iron puppet and a bronze puppet, then jumped back into the battle group and headed towards Everyone around him attacked.
"Xuanxing, look at my bolide!"
A middle-aged monk strode forward, holding his hand up to the sky. When the crowd came closer, he moved his hand downwards, and a fire cloud that had gathered at some point suddenly dropped down a stream of fire rain. Cover everyone in the rain of fire.
However, before the fire cloud could be activated, a dark cloud had already overtaken it. Lu Ping's golden scale sword swung out, and a series of strange sword skills learned from the place of inheritance destroyed the bronze puppet of Master Xuanzhou. Sparks flew everywhere, and then he pinched out a magic formula with one hand and shouted: "Surrender!"
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and then raindrops as dense as fine needles fell from the dark clouds in the fire cloud sky, dousing the fire cloud completely in a moment.
"The Art of Moving Clouds and Distributing Rain!"
After Lu Ping smelted Xuanyuan Heavy Water and advanced to the middle stage of elixir forging, every spell cast by the Twelve Beihai Zhengfa was in Lu Ping's hands, and its power was not inferior to the small magical power.
The people fighting in the melee have reached seven monks who are in the middle stage of forging pills. However, Lu Ping still has an absolute advantage among them. He attacks everyone all the way. The circle created by a golden scale sword is getting bigger and bigger, and there are also various spells. The attacks are overwhelming.
However, everyone's spells attacking Lu Ping were blocked by a thick protective light curtain.
Lu Ping has already condensed five water-attributed magical objects of heaven and earth with his small protective magical power "Water Curtain Gang". In addition, the magical objects of heaven and earth that Lu Ping condenses every time are full of weight. These five layers of water curtain Gang Qi are spread in front of him. Its defensive power is almost as good as a psychic-level defensive magic weapon.
"Is this a little magical power to protect yourself?"
Master Xuan Lei cursed angrily, which made everyone who attacked Lu Ping feel the same. The melee seemed chaotic, but every monk among them followed a certain pattern, that is, everyone attacked or closed, but there was no Use your defensive magic weapon.
In this way, Lu Ping's protective Gang Qi seemed to be at a great advantage. However, in fact, because Lu Ping was the strongest in this melee, although everyone was attacking each other, whenever Lu Ping took action, because his attack was too It was too powerful, and everyone had to work together to resist it. On the other hand, if everyone wanted to pose a threat to Lu Ping, they had to attack together in two or three people to make Lu Ping afraid.
This battle seems to have increasingly aroused the interest of the mid-stage alchemy monks in Tianling Mountain.
"Haha, I'm here, Xuan Chen!"
Master Xuan Shang shouted: "Uncle Master, why are you participating in the competition between our younger generation?"
Xuan Chen's eyes widened and he cursed: "You little bastard, why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's talk about it after we beat you."
As soon as Master Xuanchen finished speaking, a ray of sunflower thunder quietly fell towards him.
Master Xuanchen cursed: "Which bastard made a surprise attack!"
The rolling yellow dust swept over. Although it did not block everyone's sight, everyone in the battle suddenly found that their bodies suddenly stagnated. It seemed that they were affected by the yellow dust and became less flexible.
The proud laughter of Master Xuanchen came out: "You guys, how powerful is my little magical power of 'dust settling'?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave suddenly surged up in the yellow dust and rushed in one direction. A clean channel suddenly appeared around the yellow dust.
Master Xuanchen said angrily: "Who, who broke my old man's spell?"
"Uncle Xuanchen, you are still the bad-tempered person who only takes advantage but does not suffer any losses!"
When Lu Ping looked intently, it turned out that Master Xuan Sheng, a disciple of Xiaoyao Ancestor Jiang Tianlin, also followed him in.
In the past, whenever someone joined the battle group, Lu Ping was the first one to greet him. However, Master Xuan Sheng always left a good impression on Lu Ping. What’s more, Chonghua and Xiaoyao’s family always considered themselves a family, and Lu Ping never said anything to him. The reason why my senior brother took action.
More and more people joined the battle group. Lu Ping had always maintained his strength before, but now he had to restrain himself. In the end, eighteen monks in the middle stage of Alchemy were fighting on their own, fighting against anyone except themselves. Launch an attack.
The scale of this battle was getting bigger and bigger, but Lu Ping was surprised to find that the battle between everyone did not cause damage to the surrounding environment.
Lu Ping's heart moved, and he carefully looked around with his spiritual thoughts, only to find that at some point, an invisible cover had formed around everyone. It seemed that everyone was fighting here, but in fact they were already in a space isolated from the surrounding environment.
This is definitely the work of the Faxiang Patriarch, and some Faxiang Patriarchs have already noticed their battle.
However, this is inevitable. Eighteen middle-stage alchemy forging monks were fighting in front of the inheritance place in Tianling Mountain. It was strange that the Dharma Prime Ancestor did not take it seriously.
There were more and more monks watching the battle around, and Lu Ping could notice that the spiritual network around him was getting denser and denser. There were even a lot of people with powerful spiritual thoughts and vaguely coercive spiritual thoughts. They were obviously late-stage alchemy forging monks from Tianling Mountain. .
Master Guo Xuanshan is now in charge of the daily affairs of Zhenling Sect. The people fighting here naturally alarmed him. However, after Master Guo Xuanshan showed his face here, he left without looking back.
It’s a joke. Eighteen of the most outstanding monks in the middle stage of elixir forging are fighting in a melee. Even though Guo Xuanshan has condensed the seventh-grade golden elixir and is already a Dharma phase monk in the eyes of others, there is no guarantee that he will be able to separate them. Maybe ten of them will be separated. If several people join forces, they will injure themselves. It will be really embarrassing then.
In this melee, the most eye-catching person is undoubtedly Lu Xuanping, the ninth disciple of the Chonghua lineage, the ancestor of Tianling, "Water Sword Immortal".
The eighteen middle-stage alchemy monks fighting in a melee can also be distinguished. The truly powerful monks can generally stand in the center of the battle group. When attacking the surrounding monks, they can also withstand the counterattacks of the surrounding monks.
Although the monks standing in the center of the battle group can prove their strength, facing the siege of many monks, the consumption of true energy is also immeasurable. Therefore, the monks who can occupy the center of the battle group often cannot last long and will withdraw under the siege of everyone. In the center of the battle group, a rotation is formed in this way, and those with higher strength will naturally last longer.
However, there was one exception among the eighteen monks. This person had been present from the beginning of the battle. Even when seven or eight real people gathered to fight, this person still maintained an absolute advantage of suppression. As more and more monks join the melee, this person can no longer maintain absolute suppression, but he still stands like a rock in the center of the battle group. However, the monk standing with him in the center has already changed. Dial after dial.
This person is Lu Ping. Relying on the strong real energy brought by Xuanyuan Heavy Water and the use of several small magical level swordsmanship and spells in turn, Lu Ping has always occupied the center of the battle group and has always been outnumbered. situation.
Lu Ping's long-term dominance also aroused the competitiveness of many monks. Although everyone was fighting among themselves, because of Lu Ping's strength, many monks often attacked Lu Ping in unison, hoping to drive him out of the battle group. center, but unfortunately they all failed.
Gradually, when the monks fighting in the melee looked at Lu Ping, their eyes had changed. There may be fighting intent, provocation, or unwillingness to wait in his eyes, but there is one thing in common, that is, against the strong. respect of the person.
This chaotic battle in the back mountain of Tianling Mountain is destined to be talked about by the monks of the Zhenling Sect and even be passed down.