Chapter 244 Both sides suffer

This battle between the monk alliance and the evil cultivator organization has been going on for a long time. There are only a few people standing on the field. Many are dead and injured.

Even Jiang He and Yang Nanfu retreated to one side and panted slightly.

The two of them have almost the same level of cultivation. Yang Nanfu relies on his own swordsmanship, while Jiang He relies on his strange and unpredictable abilities.

The two have been fighting so far, and they are still evenly matched, with no winner or loser.

Yang Nanfu glanced at the scene and laughed loudly, "It seems that your operation failed. It seems that there are not many people left standing."

Jiang He looked bad, not only because he had not captured Yang Nanfu for a long time, but also because nearly all of the men he brought to fight for the Central Control Hall were killed or injured.

Only a few are still on the field, and even Wen Jingye, the most powerful Ghost Crying Taoist, was seriously injured.

The old man opposite Ghost Crying Taoist, although a bit embarrassed, was not injured at all.

The situation is very bad. The only way to break the situation now is to kill Yang Nanfu as soon as possible. As long as he dies, he will be free to deal with the others.

These people are nothing in front of him.

In addition, he can only place his hope on his other two teams, who are still causing trouble in the bottom cabin and Xuan level area of ​​​​Shicheng Lingzhou.

If you can control it, it will be your own trump card.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you can kill Yang Nanfu and get out of here!

After making up his mind, he took out a flag from his storage bag. The flag was about the size of a forearm, but there was a terrifying and sinister aura surrounding it.

Clouds of black mist emerged from it, and the souls of many insect monsters could be vaguely seen trapped inside.

This was Jiang He's final killing move. He used the [Thousand Ghosts and Insects Banners] that he had practiced for hundreds of years.

Facing Jiang He's actions, Yang Nanfu also looked solemn, and he could clearly feel the greatness of this evil weapon.

He didn't dare to raise his hand, so he put away the spiritual sword in his hand, and then took out a spiritual sword from his dantian!

This is his natal spiritual sword—Ziyun Spiritual Sword!

After your cultivation reaches the foundation building stage, you can refine your own natal spiritual weapon, put it in your dantian to cultivate it on weekdays, and take it out during battle.

This is a sacrificial training method, and another is to use one's own essence and blood to perform sacrificial training day and night. This method eliminates the need to store spiritual weapons into the Dantian.

Both methods have their own advantages and disadvantages.

The former can refine the compatibility between oneself and the spiritual weapon to a profound level, but because the spiritual weapon is closely connected with the Dantian, if it is damaged in battle, the owner will be injured simultaneously.

The latter avoids this problem very well.

However, the disadvantage of the latter is also very obvious, that is, being served by essence and blood every day and night, a cultivator's Qi and blood will become weak. If he cannot cultivate himself, it will be a great harm to himself.

At the same time, the spiritual weapons trained with essence and blood are not as smooth as those trained with Dantian.

As a sword cultivator, Yang Nanfu naturally chose the former method of sacrificial training. At the same time, this is also the method used by most sword cultivators after they reach the foundation building stage to train their natal spiritual weapons.

A buzzing sound.

The spirit sword floated in the air and hummed softly, as if it couldn't wait to fight.

He gently held the spirit sword in his hand, and the feeling of blood connection emerged spontaneously.

Suspended in the air, the Ziyun Spirit Sword in his hand is silent. His body exudes a solemn and mysterious aura, which makes people shudder.

Jiang He stood on the ground, whizzing the Thousand Ghost Insect flags in his hands, and a ferocious smile gradually appeared on his face. There was a cold aura surrounding his body, as if he was a devil emerging from the dark abyss of the wilderness.

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, and the air in the venue seemed to become thinner due to their presence. The damaged buildings around began to tremble under the influence of this momentum.

Yang Nanfu suddenly moved, and the Ziyun Spiritual Sword struck Jiang He's shoulder silently. Jiang He turned slightly sideways and sneered: "The Spiritual Sword is very good."

Whoosh——

The Thousand Ghosts and Insects banner suddenly turned into a black shadow and killed Yang Nanfu. Yang Nanfu did not panic and waved his hand gently, and the Ziyun Spirit Sword turned into a sword light and drew the black shadow away.

The two passed each other again, but were trapped in chaos again.

Sword energy, insect flags entangled, death aura and spiritual energy entangled together. Yang Nanfu's aura gradually condensed, his face solemn and cold. He knew that this battle was not a simple competition of strength, but also a contest of mood.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in Shicheng behind him. If he loses, he doesn't know how to face them.

Jiang He sneered and said: "Suffer death!"

The Thousand Ghost Insect Flags behind him flickered, and a cold ghost energy cut through the space and struck towards Yang Nanfu.

Yang Nanfu retreated without saying a word, swung his spiritual sword at Jiang He, and sent out a sharp sword energy. Immediately, the purple light on Ziyun's spiritual sword was obviously enhanced several times.

The wind of the spiritual sword whizzed, tearing through the surrounding buildings.

Countless rooms exploded and were torn apart.

Yang Nanfu galloped towards Jiang He. His sword was still ancient and gorgeous, covering up the eyes glaring at him.

Dongzhen Sixteen Swords Sutra! Thousand Waves!

The sword power comes one after another like huge waves.

And each wave is more powerful than the last!

Jiang He activated the Thousand Ghost Insect Flag, and a huge millipede appeared, with black insect spines covered with various insects. He pointed the Thousand Ghost Insect Flag forward and said: "Thousand Ghost Insect"

Ridge!"

This insect spine was extremely strong, and the aura surged and the space was disrupted. The various insects crawling on the insect spine made Yang Nanfu feel a bit dangerous.

But his sword skill Thousand Waves has already been unleashed!

The Ziyun Spiritual Sword suddenly slashed out, and the sword light disappeared in an instant, but it cut the Thousand Ghost Insect Flag in Jiang He's hand into two halves, and the insect spine was chopped off at both ends!

Yang Nanfu didn't give Jiang He a chance to breathe. The Ziyun Spiritual Sword flashed in his hand and appeared beside Jiang He in the blink of an eye. Mixed with the intent of life and death, he slashed down without hesitation!

Jiang He was horrified and quickly backed away. At the same time, he licked his lips and said with a smile: "You are strong, but not smart enough."

"Not smart enough?" Yang Nanfu suddenly realized.

At this moment, Jiang He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and darkness flashed. Evil energy like a devil burst out from his body, floating and spreading in the field. The power was enough to make Yang Nanfu stumble without falling.

Yang Nanfu felt a kind of rebound in his soul, which he had never encountered before. Before he could react, Jiang He's Thousand Ghost Insect Ridges rioted again, stretching to support the darkness, roaring towards Yang Nanfu, and slashing at Yang Nanfu!

It turns out that what just appeared is just a phantom, and the real killing move is hidden behind!

Yang Nanfu concentrated his attention on the battle, his spiritual sword emitted endless aura, and he was determined to fight to the end!

The characteristic of Qianzhonglang is that each level is stronger than the last. When he reaches the ninth level, he is at his strongest. The second level just shattered Jiang He's phantom.

Although he was deceived, his sword power did not stop, and each level was still stronger than the last.

"Humph! Go to hell!" Jiang He's Thousand Ghosts Insect Ridge's real killer move also arrived in front of him, and his swordsmanship collided with it hard!

"Boom——"

A violent vibration!

Exploding a lot of smoke and dust.

Everyone in the field, whether they are from the Immortal Sect or the Monk Alliance, are waiting for the result.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the first thing that came into view was the pale-faced Yang Nanfu.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and then fell from the air!

Yang Nanfu was defeated?!

"Leader!!!"

Just when the remaining evil cultivators wanted to cheer, they suddenly discovered that Jiang He was also lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
Chapter completed!