I have been living in the forest for hundreds of years, and the world calls me the master of the res

Feiyu glanced at Mingxuan Academy, then looked at Xiaoqing and the others.

"Then let's get started."

Feiyu turned his attention to Yin Yangzi again, nodded and said.

They have created such a big battle here, Ling Yunzi must have noticed it.

It was only a matter of time before Ming Qingzhou came to help.

You have to race against time.

Everyone immediately took action, flying out and dividing into eight groups, each of them bombarding the Mingxuan Academy's formation with all their strength.

Li Cheng frowned slightly when he heard the movement below.

"You can leave now if you want."

Zi Wei saw what Li Cheng was thinking and said without raising her head.

"No matter what happens in the future, we will not stop."

Li Cheng raised his head and glanced at Zi Wei, and then the figure slowly disappeared in front of him.

Zi Wei showed no expression, just looked at the flowers blooming in the courtyard and smiled lightly.

Perhaps because of Zi Wei, Li Cheng left the Mingxuan Academy very easily and appeared in front of Song Siming and others.

"Master, why did you come out there?"

When Song Siming saw Li Cheng walking out of Mingxuan Academy, he couldn't help but asked in surprise.

Emperor Wang and Yun Yong on the side also looked at Li Cheng with doubtful eyes.

"I had a chat with Zi Wei."

Li Cheng didn't say much about the conversation between him and Zi Wei.

He just nodded to a few people and then turned his attention to Mingxuan Academy.

Song Siming and others looked at each other and saw that Li Cheng didn't want to say more, so they didn't ask any more questions.

"Go on, the one inside is watching us."

Li Cheng didn't want to waste any more time, so he transformed into the shadow of a golden tree and created a golden tree mark on Song Siming's forehead just like he did to Xiao Qing.

Song Siming, the person involved, felt that his strength was constantly increasing. At this moment, he felt that he was capable of anything.

In the eyes of Emperor Wang and others, his entire body was glowing with golden light, and his eyes were shining with golden light, making him look like a god.

"Master, this?"

Song Siming felt the majestic power in his body and asked in shock.

Although he learned from Yun Yong that Xiao Qing had turned into a real dragon before, he still found it unbelievable that such a thing happened to him.

"Do as you wish."

Li Cheng's voice rang in Song Siming's ears.

Hearing this, Song Siming's eyes gradually became firm.

Without any further hesitation, he raised the Green Lotus Sword in his hand and struck directly into the large formation in front of him.

The power blessed by heaven and Li Cheng's enhanced bloodline enabled Song Siming to reach the level of overcoming the tribulation.

Fu Liu, who was in the middle of the formation, couldn't help but slightly widen his eyes when he saw Song Siming's sword coming.

"Crack!"

The seemingly indestructible formation gradually developed countless cracks under this blow, which was shocking to see.

The monks who were desperately guarding the edge of the formation were also shocked by this blow and vomited blood, and their expressions became depressed.

"A few more times and it should be almost done..."

Emperor Wang and others felt relieved when they saw Song Siming in front of them with such power.

After clearing this difficult formation, the next step is their battlefield.

Yin Yangzi and others elsewhere saw Li Cheng's true form behind Song Siming and couldn't help but take a second look.

Naturally, they knew very well how capable Song Siming was.

I had heard about Xiao Qing from Qin Naiyue before, but I didn't expect it to be so perverted.

"Fu Liu, when will Ling Yunzi come back?"

The immortals in the formation couldn't help but panic when they saw Song Siming being so sharp.

The long years of comfort have already made them forget what fear is.

Only now have I picked it up again.

So they asked Xiang Fuliu one after another, hoping to get a reassuring answer from him.

"Don't be too ugly."

Fu Liu looked at the clansmen in front of him, the fear and uneasiness on their faces, and compared them with the monks from Ming Qingzhou not far away.

It's simply ugly.

While they were talking, Song Siming struck down with two swords again, directly creating a gap in the formation.

Upon seeing this, Yin Yangzi, Xiao Qing and others rushed into the formation from there and charged into battle with the tens of thousands of monks in the academy.

Song Siming immediately locked the two auras and went directly to the opponent to start a fierce battle.

The two old Taoists in front of them are monks in the Mahayana realm, and they are also the two deputy palace masters of the academy.

Now that Ling Yunzi is gone, the academy's strongest combat power falls on them.

Seeing these two veterans joining forces to kill, Song Siming waved the Green Lotus Sword in his hand, bringing out endless sword energy and sweeping the entire world.

The lowered realms of the two people on the opposite side were directly torn into countless pieces.

"Qinglian Sword, is this all fate?"

An old Taoist looked embarrassed and avoided the countless incoming sword energy. At this time, he recognized the long sword in Song Siming's hand and said with a somewhat unbelievable tone.

Once upon a time, there was also a sword cultivator holding this sword in Qingzhou of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, even Ling Yunzi, who was at the height of his power, was no match for him.

Unexpectedly, this sword would come back here again today.

"There is no destiny in the world, there is only inheritance!"

Song Siming didn't know when he was full of disgust for the so-called fate.

He cut off the life-killing arrow thrown by the opponent with one sword. The green lotus sword in his hand was shining brightly, and he pointed the sword towards the sky.

Directly summoning countless magic swords to fall from the sky and fall towards the battlefield below.

"Don't be too proud!"

Seeing that Song Siming showed no mercy, if he was allowed to go down, the entire Mingxuan Academy would be destroyed.

The two old Taoists immediately had determination in their eyes, transformed into huge figures, and raised up endless strong winds to block Song Siming's sword rain.

At this time, below them, countless monks were rushing towards Xiao Qing and others who were rushing into the academy.

"Oh!"

Shocking thunder poured down from the sky, intertwined with the loud shouts of killing, making it impossible for people to hear clearly what was going on in front of them.

The light of countless supernatural powers was also flashing continuously, merging with the blood rain all over the sky, causing several screams from time to time.

"Don't separate!"

Bai Yu and others with low cultivation level gathered together to face the continuous influx of monks.

In such a melee, if they are left alone, the fate that awaits them is to be torn into pieces alive.

But in this deafening battlefield, no one could hear Bai Yu's words.

"Let's settle our scores."

Zhong Xiang had been paying attention to Xiao Qing's figure. When he saw her rushing into the formation, he immediately took the initiative to fight with her.

Xiao Qing was too lazy to pay attention to this guy and directly let Ao Yao, who was following her, deal with it.

And she rushed directly towards Fu Liu who was giving orders.

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