The majestic pressure covered hundreds of feet in an instant. Yan Ting held Duan Ya in his hand, like a god coming to the world, with a murderous aura.
He dragged the knife and walked, leaving only a decisive word, and the speed increased from slow to fast to running at full speed. At the same time, the opponent's twenty-two people also rushed out together, and the overwhelming vitality energy swept Yan Yan like a violent storm.
Ting got involved.
A powerful burst of blood energy suddenly erupted on Duan Ya. Yan Ting swung out one arm, and Duan Ya crashed down. The terrifying blood light spread across the sky, tearing the vitality energy that enveloped him from the middle. A line of blood ran through the void.
, then the two energies separated and suddenly exploded in this space.
The air wave surged, covering thousands of feet, and the attacks from twenty-two strong men with cultivation levels of at least mid-level Yuan Luo were defeated by Yan Ting alone.
Under the impact of this powerful air wave, all twenty-two people were thrown away, and countless peach trees behind them were shattered. Yan Ting flew hundreds of feet, pierced the ground with a knife, and plowed a ten-meter-long path on the ground.
After a few feet of ravine, I was able to stop.
His eyes seemed to be stained with blood, the crown and hosta that bound his hair were blown away, and all his hair fell down, messy in the long-lasting strong wind.
Qin Feiling rushed out when Yan Ting said that word, but after Yan Ting was knocked away, she turned back and came to Yan Ting's side, reaching out to help him up.
Seeing that Qin Feiling hadn't left yet, Yan Ting couldn't help but feel a little angry. He frowned and scolded: "Why don't you leave yet? It was such a good opportunity just now?"
Qin Feiling was not angry at all when faced with Yan Ting's scolding, with a gentle smile on her face: "It's a journey of seventy miles, and I'm afraid I won't see you when I come back, and..."
"I don't want to abandon you again. I left you once when we were in Akabane Castle two years ago. I won't do it this time, and I won't do it in the future either!"
Yan Ting's pupils trembled suddenly, his facial features suddenly distorted, his bloodshot eyes lowered slightly, and then he looked at Qin Feiling, with a hint of blame and a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
"fool……"
Everyone who was overthrown had gloomy faces, complex expressions, and even deep shock in their pupils. Twenty-two people took action together, but they were not able to defeat Yan Ting in the first place. Instead, they were knocked away by him alone.
Go out, how could he, a third-level Yuan Luo, have such powerful power?
"Yan Ting is more difficult to deal with than we thought. Everyone, don't hold back and kill Yan Ting quickly."
A seventh-level Yuan Luo shouted in a concentrated voice. He grabbed his hand into the void and held a six-foot-long, seven-inch-wide sword in his hand. He pointed the sword at Yan Ting, twisted his wrist, and a perfect green light condensed on the tip of the sword.
, then spread across the sword body, and the entire sword was covered in green light.
A terrifying storm suddenly arose in the surrounding space, and the green light from the sword rolled up into the void with the storm. He blasted out a sword, and the terrifying storm swept across the earth and headed straight towards Yan Ting.
Yan Ting's expression froze, and he took Qin Feiling's little hand with his left hand and threw her behind him. He held Duan Ya tightly with his right hand and launched a wave-shaking strike. The blue sword light collided with the green storm.
, the power that exploded in an instant destroyed all the grasslands within a radius of several hundred feet, sending Yan Ting flying far away again.
Seeing this, the others all took out their weapons, and blasted out one after another with brilliant vitality towards Yan Ting.
"kill!"
"Kill Yan Ting!"
The vast vitality, mixed with roars that seemed to tear the sky apart, pounced on Yan Ting and Qin Feiling like an extremely hungry tiger.
"I'll fight head-on, and you'll be responsible for intercepting and killing." Yan Ting muttered softly, then flew up to meet a huge lineup of more than twenty people.
A long vermilion sword appeared in Qin Feiling's palm. The sword was four feet five inches long and the blade was three inches wide. The sword was engraved with the image of a phoenix bathing in flames. It was lifelike. The sword was mighty and powerful, towering over the world.
As soon as this sword appeared, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly rose, as if it was plunged into an endless sea of fire.
"Zhenhuang, it's time to see blood today." Qin Feiling stroked the scarlet sword blade with her fingers, and a ball of flames burned in her eyes.
Yan Ting's body flew away violently, stepping on the shadow of the sky, and a flash of shadow flashed behind a fifth-level Yuan Luo.
"Go to hell..." Yan Ting's low roar, like a demon, reached the ears of this fifth-level Yuan Luo. His whole body was horrified, and he turned his head with a look of panic and horror, only to see Yan Ting holding Duan Ya high.
Falling hard.
"No...no..." The strong man's eyes widened and his eyes bulged out, witnessing the last moment before his death.
Duan Ya hit his head mercilessly, blasting his head open on the spot. The strong smell of blood spread into the void. As Duan Ya fell, a corpse that had completely lost all vitality also fell quickly, with a crash.
Smashed to the ground.
The eyes of the people around him froze, and the seventh-level Yuan Luo holding the sword roared: "Be careful because his movement technique can teleport."
Yan Ting turned around and struck out with a sword. The expression of the sixth-level Yuan Luo who was close to him behind him suddenly changed. The long sword in his hand switched from offense to defense. Duan Ya struck the long sword, and his arms trembled suddenly, feeling numb.
The feeling goes from the palm to the elbow and spreads to the entire arm.
"Ah!" With a scream, this sixth-level Yuan Luo strongman was knocked far away by Yan Ting's sword, and the weapon almost flew out of his hands. His face was full of horror, and he could not understand why Yan Ting was a third-level Yuan Luo.
Luo, but was able to knock him away with one strike of his sword.
Two swords struck from two different directions, turning the surrounding space into a terrifying sword array, and thousands of sword energy flew out. Yan Ting's expression condensed, and he felt the terrifying sword energy around him. He did not
Choosing to continue the attack, he stepped back and blocked Duan Ya in front of him. At the same time, the yellow light of the earth black armor disappeared in an instant. The invisible sword energy was like a ghost coming, bombarding Duan Ya and Yan Ting.
Although he made defensive preparations in time, this was an attack from two sixth-level Yuan Luo, and he could not block it casually.
After hundreds of consecutive sword energy attacks, a crack finally appeared in the yellow light on his body, and then hundreds more sword energy blasts hit the crack.
Yan Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, spun around and flew up. Duan Ya circled around and slashed, destroying the approaching sword energy with one strike.
Two swords pierced the void and suddenly landed in front of Yan Ting. Yan Ting was caught off guard and stabbed in the chest by the two swords. Two dots of red ink spread quickly on the white clothes on his chest. Yan Ting raised Duan Ya and shook the two swords.
Open. He stepped far away and landed on the ground. His fingers gently brushed the blood on his chest, but his expression was calm and calm, as if the two swords did not cause any substantial damage to him at all.
Looking at the four figures in the void, two sixth-level Yuan Luo and two seventh-level Yuan Luo, their tight cooperation was not as good as that of the Four Swordsmen who fought with Mo Xuanzhang, but it was much better than that of ordinary sect disciples.
"Are you from Cangtian Sword Pavilion?" Yan Ting asked.
"A dead person doesn't need to know so much." The seventh-level Yuan Luo said coldly.
Yan Ting smiled coldly, and suddenly heard Qin Feiling's shout: "Be careful!"
He turned around and pushed out Duan Ya, and the defense as thick as a mountain fell down. A huge force shook his arms, causing his face to change suddenly and his chest to feel heavy. In front of him, there was a seventh-level Yuan Luo holding a heavy hammer in his hand.
On Duanya, the power was so great that even he felt slightly uncomfortable.
"The response is quite fast." The seventh-level Yuan Luo snorted. Yan Ting was attracted by the four people. He hid his figure and waited for the opportunity. With such a good opportunity, his heavy hammer had already fallen, but
He was obviously a little surprised when his sneak attack failed.
Even with Qin Feiling's reminder, Yan Ting could not have reacted immediately. The only possibility was that he had already sensed the danger before Qin Feiling reminded him.
If this is the case, then Yan Ting's fighting ability is too terrifying.
"There are faster ones!" Yan Ting raised his palm, and the terrifying demonic energy gathered instantly. He slapped Duan Ya with a palm, and overwhelming power was transmitted to the hammer through Duan Ya. The seventh-level Yuan Luo
His body suddenly shook, and his arms seemed to have been violently impacted. Numbness, pain, softness...many feelings rushed up in an instant. Under the violent impact, he raised his hands, and the hammer in his hand suddenly shook, and his whole body was shaken.
The hammer belt flew more than ten feet away.
"What!"
Everyone looked at this shocking scene with incredible expressions on their faces.
Yan Ting actually knocked the strongest among them more than ten feet away with one palm strike.
"Set up the formation!"
The seventh-level Yuan Luo holding the sword shouted angrily. Beside him, another seventh-level Yuan Luo, two sixth-level Yuan Luo, and three fifth-level Yuan Luo all gathered together and thrust the sword in their hands into the void at the same time.
Suddenly, six huge phantom swords fell from the void and settled in six directions around Yan Ting.
Yan Ting's eyes were gloomy, this was not the Four Symbols Formation of Jie Tian!
The next moment, he suddenly felt as if Wan Yue was pressing down on him, and the arm holding Duan Ya sank. He raised his hand with difficulty, but found that it became difficult to wave Duan Ya.
"They are not from Cangtian Sword Pavilion. Although Mo Jian is arrogant and arrogant, he has never taken revenge after so long. He should not be the kind of villain who is determined to retaliate, but rather Qu Qingyang and Yue Chenyuan.
Maybe it's possible, or maybe it's Long Ze..." Yan Ting thought about many possibilities in his mind, as to who was going to kill him today.
But the current situation did not allow him to think too much, because the only seventh-level Yuan Luo without a main formation in the sky had already rushed down.
"Everyone, in this formation, Yan Ting's actions will be suppressed. Follow me and kill him together!"
The sword cultivator swung a sword, and the vast sword power poured down immediately. Yan Ting's facial features tightened, and the veins on his arms popped out. He was about to lift Duan Ya to resist the sword power, but under the suppression of this formation, his speed
At least 30% slower than usual, Duan Ya was struck by the power of the sword as soon as he lifted his head. Yan Ting, who had not had time to gather his strength, and Duan Ya were knocked back more than ten feet by the sword.
"Yan Ting!" Qin Fei Ling's face turned pale. She forced her opponent away with a sword, and was about to help Yan Ting, but in the blink of an eye, two more sixth-level Yuan Luo stopped her.
"Don't worry about me, take care of yourself, I'm fine!" Yan Ting shouted angrily in a deep voice.
Qin Feiling's eyes darkened. She was facing the siege of six people at the moment. Although she was able to handle it with ease, she could not escape in a short time. It was already difficult for Yan Ting to defeat more than a dozen people by herself. She was trapped in the formation and her movements were restricted.
How to deal with the enemy below?
Except for the six people in the main formation, one person was killed by Yan Ting with thunderous means. There were 22 people present and fifteen people participated in the siege. Six people besieged her, and the remaining nine people all rushed towards Yan Ting.
Among them, there are four seventh-level Yuan Luo, each of which is almost the upper limit of the cultivation level of the Taoists in the empire. In addition to them, there are two sixth-level Yuan Luo and three fifth-level Yuan Luo. Above
There were still six people suppressing them with formations.
This formation has not yet shown any other effect besides suppression, but even so, Yan Ting's current situation is still full of dangers.
Yan Ting was fighting against nine people in the formation. Under the suppression of the formation, he barely resisted from the beginning and gradually fell into an absolute disadvantage. The strength and speed of the sword swing, dodge and reaction were far less than before.
boom!
There was a sound that shook the sky, and Yan Ting was hit hard on the back by the seventh-level Yuan Luo holding a heavy hammer, and he flew away.