Chapter 205 The last two formations, destroying bones and destroying

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Faced with the supreme killing weapon in Zhong Yuan's hand, Ascetic Taudu immediately chose to compromise.

The fifth game of sword fighting ended with a draw.

To be honest, if there were two sand-combination gold talismans in Zhong Yuan's hand, he would really chop it out without hesitation and kill the Ascetic and Tsai Taku here in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, there was only one sand-combination gold talisman, and this talisman was of other use and had greater ties, so he could only give up this idea.

In five games, both sides won one game and tied three games. According to the results, so far, it has been evenly matched and no one has the upper hand.

However, anyone understands that since Zhong Yuan came on the field and tied the Ascetic Head, Hongmuling has already gained an almost overwhelming advantage. Because there are still immortals on the Redmuling side who have never taken action. And there are no masters of the same level on the Emei Sect.

Sure enough, after Zhong Yuan left the scene, he immediately looked at the Baiqin Taoist Gong Ye Huang and said, "Senior Gong Ye, I'll trouble you in this sixth formation!"

"Do your best!" The Baiqin Taoist Master Ye Huang Yu Zhongyuan had no airs in front of him. He bowed his hand and walked onto the central battlefield.

Seeing this situation, Ascetic Thoutuo was so distressed that he was extremely distressed. "I was so careless. If I had known this, I would have taken out the Emperor's Mansion's Heavenly Talisman Tushita and blessed a celestial immortal. It would not be so difficult to deal with now!"

Now, there are the last two games left, but the Ascetic Dojo does not have the courage of Zhong Yuan. He directly gave up one game in order to save the situation in the last game and to save the situation. He must do his best.

On the surface, even if the Emei Sect is defeated, there will be no loss. Unlike Hongmuling, if the Red Hair Ancestor fails, he will be reincarnated. But in fact, this is not the case! The Emei Sect has been dominating the world for more than a thousand years, and its victory has long been taken for granted. Once it fails, the decline of invisible prestige is absolutely terrifying.

Previously, the sword fighting with the Wutai Sect was left unresolved, which was a clear proof. If it weren't for the quick clearance of the Ghost Palace in Beim Mountain and the shock of the world again, I'm afraid that the monks who had rifted with the Emei Sect in the past would have jumped out and made a mistake.

The ascetic head of the gaze swept over the remaining masters beside him, and finally, he set his eyes on the Qiang Shenling.

Ling Hun is nicknamed the God of Scarlet, and as the name suggests, he is also a poor man. However, because of this, he devotes himself to studying swordsmanship and his cultivation in swordsmanship is extremely high. Regardless of his cultivation, he is the leader of the world's top master of earth immortals, "Three Immortals, Two Elders, One Son and Seven Truths".

The swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain inherited by Linghun was spread throughout the world in the name of defense. Therefore, Ascetic Toutuo hoped that he could endure the three days and three nights.

Because if even Ling Hun could not stand it, no one among the elders of the Emei Sect could survive it. Shen Xiu, the Dragon Slayer Master, was the only one who had the same cultivation level as Ling Hun among the rest. However, she practiced with Xinru Shen Ni's practice of killing and attacking. She was not good at defending and would only lose faster when she went up.

When Ling Hun saw this, he didn't understand what it meant? Without waiting for the Ascetic Touto to speak, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Ling Mou asked Senior Gongye for advice!"

"Okay!" Gong Yehuang smiled faintly and said, "You can just make a move!"

Ling Hun was not polite when he heard this. A sudden sound sound rang out, and the Jade Dragon Sword was unsheathed and held in his hand.

Ling Hun was not like an ordinary sword cultivator, who flew his sword to attack the enemy or ignited the sword light. He was completely like a swordsman among mortals dancing with a white sword light, forming a ball about the size of about a meter and airtight.

The monks present, with a little bit of vision, could see that this ball was not the light and shadow derived from Ling Hun's sword light, but the sword energy condensed by his supreme sword technique to communicate the vital energy of heaven and earth and protect it.

Such a method is equivalent to a single sword, setting up a sword formation, which is terrifying!

The formation is the most common and effective method of using weak to fight against strong and using weak to attack the strong. Seeing that Ling Hun took action, he was like this method, and he ignored his face and acted as a whole. The expectation in his heart could not help but be a little more.

When the Baiqin Taoist Master Ye Huang saw this, he looked quite appreciative, but he was unambiguous in his action. With a wave, a black dragon with its teeth and claws flew out and flew over Linghun's white sword energy protection.

"Boom--"

With a loud bang, countless white sword energy sputtered everywhere, and the sword energy protection was directly penetrated by about a foot. However, when the sword ball transformed by Linghun rolled, it would remove the power of the ink dragon. In the moment, it would make up for it, not a little more or less.

Anyone who saw this situation understood that Ling Hun was ready to hold on for three days and three nights.

After Gong Ye Huang's attack, he also had a general understanding of the defense of Ling Hun's sword ball. At that moment, Mo Long flew backwards and landed in his hand, turning into a black sword.

With Linghun's full defense, Gong Yehuang naturally did not need any defense. He held the sword in both hands, pointed at the sky slightly, and recited the spell silently in his mouth. Suddenly, the black sword light surged by thousands of feet, as if even the sky could have the same hole, but in an instant, it completely converged into the black sword.

Although the black sword at this time was still dark, it gave people an extremely transparent feeling, which was very strange. Gong Yehuang held the sword in both hands, as if holding millions of pounds of pounds, and slowly slashed down towards the sword ball transformed by Linghun.

As Gong Yehuang's sword fell, the void seemed to be blocked. The sword ball that was originally rotating around became extremely slow, and even seemed to be forced to roll towards the place where the black sword fell.

As soon as he saw this, Ling Hun knew that Gong Yehuang had a blow to determine the outcome. At this moment, he did not dare to have any reservations. He involuntarily urged his own magic power to activate the vital energy of the void and strengthen the power of the sword formation. However, the vital energy of the void had been blocked, and he could not rely much on it. Although the sword ball was constantly increasing, it was all supported by his own vital energy.

At this moment, Ling Hun knew that his defeat was decided.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, Ling Hun's sword ball was cut in half by Gong Yehuang's blow, and the Jade Dragon Sword also collapsed and turned into fragments. However, Gong Yehuang's black sword stopped above Ling Hun's head and did not slash.

Ling Hun was also very straightforward and bowed directly, saying, "Thank you for your mercy, senior!"

Gong Yehuang took back his Molong Divine Sword, smiled faintly, and said, "No, this sword fighting is a good example to alleviate the killing disaster in the future, so it should be like this!"

At this time, beside the ascetic head, Yan Yingmu quietly sent a message, "The strength of Gongye Huang is not inferior to the old woman!"

When Kuxin Toutuo heard this, he had no expression because he was a little numb. Since he came to the Redwood Ridge this time, he has not really been happy. Now he is full of bitterness. He guessed that he cut off a piece of his flesh, and even no eagle or dog to eat it.

"Fellow Ascetic, there is still the last time. Who is your sect going to send to the stage?" Zhong Yuan's voice sounded again, pulling back the somewhat erratic mind of Ascetic.

His eyes swept over the Dragon Slaying Master Tai Chen Xiu behind him, and said, "Junior Sister Chen, you will take the initiative in this last round!"

"Yes!" The Dragon Slayer Taichen Xiu looked proud, as if he had never seen the results of so many sword fights in the past.

"So confident? Unfortunately, you are destined to have no hope of victory!" Zhong Yuan smiled secretly, bowed to Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang, and said, "Mrs. Qin, I will leave it to you for the last time in Hongmuling!"

"Okay!" Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang nodded and immediately walked out.

"Madam, aren't you the Qingcheng sect? How can you play for the sword fighting on behalf of Hongmuling?" Ascetic headstraitor saw that his opponent was not Yu Luan, but the wife of Tianhu Baoxiang. He was surprised and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He stepped forward and asked.

"I also made an agreement with Master Zhong that before Qingcheng officially opened a sect, I was an elder of Hongmuling!"

After the answer from the Tianhu Baoxiang, the Ascetic Head Taku had nothing to say, so he could only retreat in disgrace.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you are not my opponent, so you should take the initiative to admit defeat! I don't have the strength of Brother Gongye. If I really take action, I'm afraid I will inevitably hurt you!" Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang came to the Dragon Slayer and said in a time.

"There is no one who fears war under the Emei Sect! Madam doesn't have to worry about it, just take action!" The Dragon Slayer Taichen Xiu looked cold and unmoved, and replied directly.

"Since that's the case, I'm not polite!" Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang was not like Gong Yehuang. Ren Chenxiu took action first, but directly spit out a golden elixir the size of a fist from her mouth.

The golden elixir was hanging in the air, and the wife of Tianhu Baoxiang was muttering something. In an instant, an extremely golden light, like a rising sun, was unstoppable, and rushed towards the dragon-slaying sword that Chen Xiu had just slashed out.

"Bang--"

With a loud bang, the Dragon Slaying Sword immediately took off his hand, and Chen Xiu was knocked away more than a thousand feet away. A wisp of blood was about to flow out between the corners of his mouth, and obviously he was injured.

Seeing this, Ascetic Head Tuo was no longer willing to stay here. At that moment, he bowed to Zhong Yuanyi and said, "Master Zhong, the sword fighting is over, the winner is also decided, but I, Emei, lost. Since then, even if the matter between the young disciple and the Red-haired fellow Taoist has been revealed. Junior Sister Chen is injured, but we will not stay here for too long, so I will say goodbye!"

After saying that, he headed one mile from all directions and was about to leave.

"I also have a lot of spiritual medicine in Hongmuling. Why not treat it here first?" At this time, Zhong Yuan smiled and walked forward, saying politely.
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