Stunning beauty

The sun shines brightly.

In the southwest of Wanmo Ridge, the sound of killing shook the sky.

Countless powerhouses of the Twelve Temples turned against their masters and raised their swords against the former Lord Yunying.

During the battle, Holy Master Yunying was covered in blood, and wherever the sword came, there were corpses everywhere.

"The clouds sing, the blue waves and the waves sweep the wind and clouds!"

As the battle reached its peak, Holy Lord Cloud Shadow was filled with light and powerful aura, which shocked everyone around him.

"careful!"

Holy Master Jia Luo felt it, his expression changed, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to remind.

Around, the masters of the Twelve Temples heard the reminder from Lord Jia Luo and hurriedly backed away.

But, still a little slower.

In the middle of the battle, but seeing the light shining on his eyes, he was so angry that the Lord Cloud Shadow swung his sword, and the terrifying waves swept across and engulfed everyone in front of him.

The screams followed.

Because of Holy Master Jia Luo's reminder, during the battle, several five-level practitioners were able to escape, but the rest of the three-level and four-level warriors were not so lucky.

As the turbulent waves transformed by the power of light passed by, more than a dozen four-level and three-level warriors flew out in response, blood gushing all over the sky.

Directly in front of him, a great cultivator of the five realms was affected by the remaining energy, and the sternum in his chest was shattered and penetrated into the internal organs, severely wounding his whole body.

With just one move, there are blood and bones everywhere in front of Saint Master Yunying.

However, just as Holy Master Yunying wanted to get away, the war halberd arrived behind him, piercing through the void with its sharp edge, mercilessly pressing for his life.

Holy Master Yunying's face darkened, he barely raised his strength, turned around and swung his sword.

With a bang, the swords and halberds clashed again. Neither of the two very good weapons could bear the powerful impacts again and again, and cracks began to appear.

"Yunying, you can't escape!"

Just a short distance away, Holy Master Jia Luo looked at Holy Master Cloud Shadow who was covered in blood in front of him, and said coldly.

The moment the two confronted each other, Palace Master Yaoguang's palm came from behind, bright and powerful.

Lord Yunying turned his head back, greeted him with a palm, and forcibly knocked back the Lord Yaoguang who suddenly made trouble behind him.

"kill!"

After the light faded away, several five-level practitioners from the temple rushed up again, making up for the gap in strength with numbers.

Holy Lord Yunying turned his footsteps to avoid the attack of the three of them. At the same time, he swung his sword and cut off the weapons of the other two. With the piercing sound of gold and stone, fresh blood gushed out like a waterfall.

At this point in the battle, the strong men of the Twelve Temples have already felt deep fear of the strength of the Cloud Shadow Lord in front of them. Even if they are in the fifth realm, if they are not careful at this time, they may be buried here forever.

"Yaoguang, don't confront her head-on."

During the battle, Lord Jia Luo wrapped his hands around the woman in front of him, and at the same time reminded, "Her situation won't last long."

"clear."

The Master of the Hall of Light responded, changing the method of battle, focusing on wandering and delaying the time as much as possible.

The Holy Master Yunying saw the purpose of the two, and the offensive became more and more fierce, trying to forcibly kill a way out before his body collapsed.

In the fierce battle situation, the blood flowed like a river, and the situation was split at half-five, no one knew whether the Lord Yunying couldn't hold on first, or whether the powerhouses of the Twelve Temples were killed.

Just when the battle situation was at a stalemate, outside the battle situation, the fog rose and spread rapidly.

The sudden fog was so sudden that no one present had time to react.

"not good."

After a brief shock, Holy Master Jia Luo quickly came back to his senses, and shouted anxiously, "It's that mirage, be careful."

Everyone around heard the reminder from Lord Jia Luo, and they were wary.

In the middle of the battle, Lord Jia Luo, Lord Yaoguang, and the rest of the five-level practitioners immediately stepped up their offensive to prevent Lord Yunying from taking this opportunity to escape.

"The clouds sing, the long river gradually falls, and the dawn stars sink!"

In the siege of many people, the Lord Yunying was not afraid at all, a sword lit up the light, and the long river reflected the nine sky.

In an instant, in the fog that filled the sky, a sword cut across the battlefield, bringing out a cascade of dazzling blood.

"Crack!"

I could hear the cracks on the long sword in the hands of Lord Yunying continued to spread, and then, with a bang, the long sword was destroyed.

"Holy Master, I'm so embarrassed."

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the ear of Saint Master Yunying, and then, a long sword pierced through the air.

And on the hilt of the long sword, a spell was wrapped around it, and the aura flowed, obviously it had been intensified.

"Ok?"

Lord Yunying saw the long sword piercing through the air in front of his chest, and directly reached out to hold it.

The familiar weapon hummed softly, as if expressing his longing.

With the Yunling sword in hand, the aura of Holy Master Yunying has obviously changed, and it is fierce and aggressive.

Around, Lord Jia Luo and the others hadn't noticed anything unusual at first, but they realized something was wrong when they saw the Yunling Sword returned to Lord Yunying.

It's just that a master's move, a moment of misjudgment, is fatal.

"The cloudfly sings, the yin and yang are divided into faint dawn!"

With the cloudfly in his hand, Holy Lord Yunying pushed his cultivation to the limit and poured all his money into the cloudfly sword. In an instant, the neighing of the cloudfly and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the battle.

"what!"

A moment later, Yunling pierced through the air, directly cut off the halberd in the hands of Lord Jia Luo, and sent it flying. The other great practitioners of the five realms around were also impacted by the Yunling sword, spitting blood, and severely wounded.

It is so easy for a strong man who is close to the realm of gods to attack with all his strength, and even under such unexpected circumstances, it is so easy to resist.

However, after the Holy Master Yunying slashed with all his strength, he obviously suffered serious backlash, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, adding to his wounds.

"Xuantian, Feng Lei!"

At the critical moment, thunder surged in the sky above the battle situation, and then, it landed with a crash.

The scream sounded again.

The thunder broke through the mist, and under the action of water vapor, it spread rapidly, instantly severely damaging the army of the temple.

Of course, such a large-scale thunder is not enough to be fatal to the great practitioners of the five realms, and Li Ziye's goal has never been these great practitioners of the five realms.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, and the five realms must be resolved by the Lord Yunying.

His target is just the miscellaneous fish around him.

Although the miscellaneous fish are not strong, they are very obstructive, especially such a large number of miscellaneous fish, it is even more annoying. The Lord Cloud Shadow has been fighting so hard and has always been difficult to escape. The biggest reason is that there are countless miscellaneous fish around.

In the dense fog, the thunder fell, and the screams of pain rang out from the mouths of countless powerful temples. Several great practitioners of the five realms were affected by the thunder, and their bodies were also indescribably paralyzed.

In the middle of the battle, the Lord Cloud Shadow holds the Cloud Flying Sword in his hand, and on the hilt of the sword, a lightning protection talisman disperses the thunder and protects him.

"Holy Lord, let's go!"

At this time, a figure passed by, reminded him, and quickly rushed out of the battle situation.

Lord Yunying did not love to fight either, forcibly suppressing the injuries in his body, and followed without hesitation.

With the help of the mist in the sky and the lightning protection talisman, the two fought hard to break out of the encirclement, and soon, under the angry eyes of Lord Jia Luo and others, they quickly moved away.