At the critical moment, Chu Lang slowly calmed down. It seemed that the black silk waves were a bit strange. He couldn't block them with his strength. Wherever the black silk ripples passed, the spiritual power disappeared instantly.
Chu Lang suddenly felt that these black silk threads required huge spiritual power as support. If the spiritual power in front of him could be withdrawn or exhausted in an instant, then the power of the black thread ripples would be greatly reduced or even disappear.
The true energy in Chu Lang's body was running wildly, constantly mobilizing hundreds of feet of spiritual power in a radius, continuously absorbing it into a certain range, and then transporting all this spiritual power to a distant place.
After the magic was quickly absorbed, Chu Lang had no choice but to squeeze the spiritual energy into a ball and then transfer it to other places. In this way, the spiritual energy within a few hundred feet in front of him was greatly reduced.
Chu Lang kept changing his attacks. While attacking the old demon, he observed the changes in the black silk ripples.
The speed was not very fast, but it kept spreading towards Chu Lang. After entering a range of several dozen feet, the black silk ripples slowed down. Chu Lang felt happy, this was indeed the case.
However, if this crisis can be resolved so easily, it would be too small to underestimate the fact that the old devil has not yet used his trump card.
The ripples of black silk just escaped and floated over slowly. Chu Lang didn't know what the reaction would be when these ripples of black silk came into contact with the human body.
Void grabbed and sucked toward the square below, and threw a long-lost corpse toward the ripples of black silk.[
Zizzi.
The corpse made a corrosive sound. The originally stiff corpse turned black, tense and emitted an unpleasant temperature, and was corroded clean by black threads in the blink of an eye.
Chu Lang was horrified. If he was touched, the result would be a dead end. When Chu Lang encountered such a perverted attack, in addition to feeling the pressure of eight rows of gravity effects in the gravity hall of the black hole of the Sword Tomb, Chu Lang felt that
Lang's somewhat desperate thoughts were caused by the ripples of black silk in front of his eyes.
"Old Demon, you are indeed quite capable." Chu Lang said loudly.
Thirty-six flying swords are still attacking the old demon continuously. Although he is protected by a ball-shaped protective shield of energy, the sustained attack can shake the true energy in his body to nothingness, making it difficult to control it later.
Black silk ripples, Chu Lang has been suppressing excitement in his heart.
Until now, he has not fully thought of a complete ending. At present, he can only rely on the slow speed of the black silk ripples to maintain a stalemate in the battle. However, Chu Lang is worried that if he continues to waste time, something may happen.
And p
Moreover, Concubine Murong and the others in the square below have become somewhat passive again in their battle. If this loss continues, Tingfeng Pavilion may be severely damaged.
But Chu Lang tried his best, but still could only fight and retreat. Instead, he flew into the sky and sometimes fell to the ground. When he came down, above the square, he could see the black ripples spreading all around, constantly changing shapes and twisting.
Like a black dragon chasing a white shadow, the two complement each other and echo from a distance.
The situation below suddenly changed. An old man suddenly appeared out of thin air. He had gray hair, a gray beard, gray eyebrows, and white muscles. He was wearing a white robe. This guy appeared out of nowhere.
Chu Lang glanced hastily and saw the old man dancing up and down, constantly swatting away people from Jingmomen and Qilin Alliance. Chu Lang was stunned, could this guy be the old immortal ancestor of Tingfeng Pavilion?
Screams were heard from below again. The old man's cultivation was unfathomable. Chu Lang was unable to sense the opponent's cultivation. None of the old man's attacks ever hit the opponent. They were completely killing people.
He just pointed his finger, and saw a person fall in the distance in front of him. Within a few breaths, another six or seven people from Jingmo Sect and Qilin Alliance fell.
Old Mo Yun Shisan, who had been in a stalemate with Chu Lang, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the gray old man below with a surprised expression, his expression slightly changed.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? We are a sect that has a feud with you. Why did you kill our disciples?" Demon Lord Yun Shisan changed his magic formula and slowly harvested the ethereal black silk ripples.[
The attack speed was very slow, but the recovery speed was as fast as lightning, which made Chu Lang stunned again.
"What kind of magical power is this? It's so magical." Chu Lang thought to himself.
"I don't care who you are. If you don't leave here, you don't have to leave. You will all stay here today." The gray-haired old man said coldly.
"I don't know when I offended you." Yun Shisan frowned and said.
"There's a lot of nonsense, just wait and see." The grey-white old man looked like a refined and indifferent person, but he didn't expect to get angry so easily and take action at the slightest disagreement.
Chu Lang couldn't figure out the origin of this old man who suddenly appeared, and he didn't know if he was also hostile to Tingfeng Pavilion. The situation was unknown, and the old man's cultivation was unfathomable.
Chu Lang simply ducked down and did not participate in the fight between the two of them.
Despite this, Chu Lang did not stop what he was doing, and he and other people from Tingfeng Pavilion intercepted and killed the people from Jingmo Sect and Qilin Alliance.
The old man's magical powers were obviously more mysterious, and Chu Lang didn't know what secret he had used. The air was solemn, and then Chu Lang felt that the entire sky nearby had solidified.
Moreover, heavy pressure fell from the sky, and the two sides who were really fighting fiercely below immediately stopped supplying and jointly resisted the pressure. Chu Lang was lucky, and he could move freely with a little movement of the true energy in his body.
As for Demon Lord Yun Shisan, who was at the center of the oppression last night, I saw him glaring angrily at the gray old man. At the same time, he continued to perform strange palm techniques with his palms. His body was filled with black energy. He had never used it before.
The magical power, the attack speed is very fast, and the black energy is surging endlessly, obviously fighting against the overwhelming pressure in the sky.
It's just that the permeating black energy is constantly being squeezed into the air by Xing's energy, and is constantly getting closer to Demon Lord Yun Shisan's body.
It won't take long before the black energy will go backwards and be forced into Yun Shisan's body. If this is true, I'm afraid Yun Shisan will be buried here today.
The people below saw the fierce battle between the old man and Yun Shisan, and were stunned by the old man's magical power. They stared blankly above with their big mouths, having already forgotten today's trap.
But Chu Lang is no longer merciful. Anyway, it won't be long before he wants to seek revenge on Zhang Han. By eradicating the gang members and forces around him today, there will be less danger to his future safety.
Chu Lang held the Bingso Youhuang tightly, and Feng Yujiu continued to shuttle through the crowd under the transformation. The screams woke up the stunned people, but even so, they could not escape the bad luck, facing the elementary level of the upper spirit realm.
Most people at Chu Lang, who was at the peak of his cultivation, didn't even have the ability to resist.
A few breaths later, when Yun Shisan above realized something was wrong, he was unable to stop Chu Lang's actions of harvesting human lives.
"Damn it, Mr. Chu, I'll kill you." Yun Shisan was furious, and his body suddenly burst out with a ray of light, and the shadow of an ancient divine beast suddenly appeared in the sky.
A simple and overwhelming atmosphere spread out instantly, the wild atmosphere was strong, and the tall shadow turned the sky above the square into black.
roar!
The phantom of an unknown ancient divine beast roared into the sky, and a violent force reopened the heavy pressure in the sky. The old man shook his body slightly, and the pressure disappeared, and the people below also resumed their actions.
"Let's retreat." Yun Shisan shouted, and the phantom of the ancient mythical beast blasted out twice, attacking the old man with one punch and attacking Chu Lang in another circle.
However, Yun Shisan quickly retreated with the people from Jingmo Sect and Qilin Alliance who heard voices below.
Chu Lang was about to stop him when a circle of sounds from the phantom attack came towards him. When Chu Lang realized something was wrong, he had time to quickly withdraw the true energy from his body and protect his whole body. At the same time, the Ice Soul Youhuang stirred forward with all his strength.
Dozens of sword energy.
Boom boom!
The whole sky above Liuyun Maple was shaking, almost about to collapse. The surrounding air was rolled in all directions. Chu Lang's figure swayed, and the surrounding peaks were swept by the energy. Sand and rocks were flying, and the vigorous ancient trees on one side of the square were swept away.
The force was so powerful that it shattered upon impact, and dozens of snake-like cracks opened in the ground of the square.
The old man on the other side frowned slightly, but all he saw was that his sleeves were rolled up, and the whole sky shook a few times, and then a tornado-like vortex formed, swallowing up the punch that needed it.
After the noise subsided, Yun Shisan and the people from Jingmo Sect had left and gradually disappeared into the sky.
The area around the square fell silent. Corpses were scattered everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and the devastated scene cast a deep shadow on the hearts of many disciples of Tingfeng Pavilion.
Concubine Murong and others looked at each other and glanced at Chu Lang. Judging from the situation, they seemed to know the gray old man.
"Thank you, senior, for your life-saving grace." Chu Lang raised his voice without walking over.
"The boy's cultivation level is not low, and he was able to maintain a stalemate with that old boy for such a long time. However, if it lasts for a long time, I'm afraid you will be seriously injured even if you don't die." The gray-gray old man said something shocking, pointing out Chu Lang's danger just now.
"I can't help it. That guy has a lot of magical powers, and I'm afraid I can't deal with the last two killers. I just wonder why the old devil didn't come out before. If he had used it earlier, I'm afraid I would have been defeated.
." Chu Lang was extremely suspicious.
"Hmph, these two magical powers are immature for him. If he uses them rashly before he has fully mastered them, he will only suffer the pain of backlash. Now that he uses two magical powers one after another, I am afraid that even if he returns sadly, in the future
I'm afraid I won't be able to use more true energy for two or three years, otherwise it will backfire and kill me." The grey-white old man looked at the direction where Yun Shisan and others left, shook his head and said.
"I see, but if the stalemate continues, there's nothing he can do to me if he doesn't use it." Chu Lang shrugged and smiled.
"Hmph, I don't know how high the sky is. You old boys have been regressing over the years, and you, a little girl, a majestic pavilion master, almost uprooted the Tingfeng Pavilion."
The gray old man glared at Concubine Murong and said angrily.
"What the seniors have taught me is that the juniors are just stupid in their qualifications and have limited cultivation. They are unworthy of the ancestors of Tingfeng Pavilion." Concubine Murong's expression was gloomy. It was obvious that the situation that occurred today had hit her hard.
"Okay, no need to look sad. After today's fierce battle, you can see clearly that even if the hermit is isolated, it is still not enough to ensure your safety. Only by becoming stronger can you live more freely and more freely than others.
For a long time." The gray old man sighed.
"Boy, let me come. I have something to tell you." The gray-haired old man glanced around the square, was silent for a while, and suddenly said to Chu Lang.
Chu Lang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Concubine Mu Rong and saw that she had no objection and could only follow the gray old man and fly towards a mountain peak in the distance.
"Brother Chu, be careful." Hua Feifeng shouted hurriedly.