Chapter 895 Ancestor Sihong. (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

At this moment, Si Honghanrong is using the body of Song Qiongzi disguised by Si Hongmiaoli.

When the white robe was fluttering, the slender and beautiful female cultivator had a flat expression, her soft catkins were grasped without fancy, and her slender white fingertips were still covered with a little light pink, which seemed harmless at all.

However, at the same time, the space in the entire vacuum spirit transformation formation seemed to freeze instantly, and the plain hand seemed to be grabbed from outside the sky, covering the sky and the sun, majestic and vast, and the entire formation was like a plaything in its palm, vulnerable to a single blow !

The four female cultivators had helped each other and hid in the corner, but they still felt the tremendous pressure, and they fell down, wanting to crush them into powder. Instinct frenzied warning, reminding them that they are facing an unprecedented crisis at this moment. However, when they faced this hand, they couldn't think of any resistance at all. They were stunned, and they could only sit and wait for death.

Pei Ling frowned, and the four fingers of her right hand formed a knife, slashing forward slightly.

brush!

The saber energy was like a river, billowing out, and blood filled the entire field of vision.

The unparalleled sharpness of the knife cut through the frozen space in an instant, and although the momentum was greatly reduced, it continued to cut towards Si Hongmiaoli's arm.

Si Honghan looked a little surprised, and was about to move when his aura suddenly dropped a bit, and at the same time he was also startled, forgetting what he was going to do next.

However, he was the ancestor of the Sihong family after all, so he quickly realized it.

Immediately, the right hand controlling Si Hongmiaoli was lifted forward, and a blood shield engraved with complicated patterns appeared instantly, just in time to block the saber aura.

boom! !

The sword and shield collided, the blood shield was intact and stood still, but the remaining sword energy was suddenly shattered, and the scattered sword intent immediately filled the entire formation.

But at this moment, Si Hongmiaoli condensed a formula in his hand.

The moment the formula was formed, the blood in Pei Ling and the four female cultivators began to boil uncontrollably, as if they would explode and die at any moment!

Without the slightest hesitation, Pei Ling immediately gushed out a thick, solid darkness around him. With the snap of his fingers, he wrapped himself into a pitch-black shadow, immediately isolating Si Honghanrong's technique.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly made a move, and hundreds of bloody saber energy compressed to the extreme crazily slashed towards Si Hongmiaoli's limbs, but deliberately avoided the opponent's vital points.

At the same time, Pei Ling split out four beams of darkness, wrapped the four nuns who were prostrate on the ground, almost dying of blood, and unleashed Si Honghanrong's method of blood.

Si Honghan's face was icy cold, and he uttered another formula, then he clenched his left hand forward, and a huge blood prison was born out of thin air, trapping all of Pei Ling's saber energy in it.

But then, with a tooth-piercing "click", the blood prison was quickly covered with cracks...

swipe...

Boom boom boom boom boom...

You come and go, between the two sides, there is no less than a hundred moves!

The vacuum formation was trembling, and there were tiny cracks in the base of the formation from time to time, but it persisted and never collapsed.

No matter Pei Ling or Si Hong Hanrong, they all controlled their power, and they didn't let the power of their shots spread beyond this underground space.

Seeing the two fighting violently in this small space, the four female cultivators became more and more frightened the more they watched.

Junior Sister Song's current aura is terrifying, and her cultivation has far surpassed the other party's realm, and all kinds of strange spells are something they have never heard of or seen before.

As for that holy son, at the moment, it seems that his strength seems to be stronger than Junior Sister Song at the moment!

The four female cultivators have already retreated to the corner of the formation, relying on the cover of the formation wall to minimize the scope of their impact, and at the same time resorted to various means of life-saving, but every time the aftermath swept over, there were several knives Qi, to shake off the power of the battle for them.

After a few times, although the four female cultivators didn't know what the Chongming Sect's son was up to, they felt a little relieved.

At this time, Lin Hanyan's companion said through sound transmission: "The person who controls Junior Sister Song has a cold and ancient tone, and amazing cultivation methods. He is probably an ancestor of the Chongming Sect. The holy son of the Chongming Sect calls him' Senior Sihong' is probably the ancestor of the Fuguang Sihong clan."

"The Holy Son of Chongming Sect has already reached the middle stage of transformation!" Chen Jingmeng's expression was shaken, and she was slightly absent-minded, "I heard that he has not been the Holy Son for a long time..."

Zhao Juanjuan guessed through sound transmission: "It may be that he got some great opportunity and great fortune, otherwise, at his age, it is impossible to fight against an old ancestor so far and still not lose the wind!"

"No!" Shen Yinchen had already put on a coat handed over by her companion at this moment, and was clutching the lapel of the shirt to block the spring light. She watched the battle in the field intently, and said quickly, "His knife It is stronger than my sword intent! Even Senior Brother Ning's sword intent has never given me such a strong sense of oppression."

"This kind of sword intent cannot be comprehended by a few chances."

"It must be hard work day and night, coupled with outstanding talent and excellent comprehension, so that you can get a brainstorm and master it!"

"Not to mention the character of this holy son, but his cultivation must have been a lot of hard work."

"In other words, at his age, I'm afraid he has been studying hard and practicing hard since he was a child, and he has never slacked off!"

Lin Hanyan has always hated demon cultivators. Hearing this, after pondering for a while, he couldn't help sighing softly: "That's right! Those who are not persevering and persevering will not be able to comprehend such a saber intent!"

Zhao Juanjuan bit his lip slightly, and quickly said via voice transmission: "Let's see first, no matter how notorious the Chongming Sect Son was before, he intends to protect us now, and if there is a chance later, we will help him together. A helping hand!"

"In this way, we may be able to save Junior Sister Song."

The three of Lin Hanyan immediately agreed.

The four female cultivators had the same mind, and they took out their strongest hole cards almost at the same time, observing the battle situation nervously, and were ready to make a move at any time.

Boom boom boom...

The bloody saber energy spread across the audience, the saber intent was overwhelming, surging and roaring, as if endlessly chopping up Si Hong's various methods.

Seeing that he was unable to take down Pei Ling for a long time, and that he was slowly starting to be at a disadvantage, Si Honghan immediately became suspicious.

This Pei Ling's strength is very wrong!

Si Hongmiaoli's cultivation is only Yuanying.

But right now, his own strength has also descended a little bit. Not to mention that the Holy Son is only in the middle stage of transformation, even a monk in the late stage of transformation, it is absolutely impossible for him to survive ten moves!

But now, after thousands of tricks, the Holy Son still has the energy to take care of the four hypocritical female cultivators next to him!

Even if it is the Nine Tribulations Transformation God, it is impossible to reach this level!

boom! ! !

At this time, Pei Ling suddenly slapped Si Honghan back with a palm.

He said lightly: "Senior Sihong, it seems that you can't take me away."

After speaking, the aura around him suddenly became extremely powerful.

The darkness rolled and flowed, and in an instant, it swallowed the entire formation...