Sword Master Ling Tian

The black mist was filled, and it swept across hundreds of miles in an instant, as if there were thousands of ghost calls, which was breathtaking.

When Cheng Sanjin saw this, he was shocked, his spiritual thoughts spread, and he couldn't penetrate the fog. At this time, he couldn't even notice the aura of the cloud and boat in the distance!

Although Dai Bingde's face was unwavering, he felt jealous in his heart.

This time, he could only hear the voice of Old Demon Withered Wood, but he was still unable to lock the opponent's position.

This left him with no bottom.

"Huh, Dai Bingde, you come here uninvited this time, show your true skills!"

From all directions, another gloomy voice came.

"Pretend to be a ghost, and dare to show off in front of the old man!"

Dai Bingde let out a sneer, and the next moment, the figure had disappeared in the same place and appeared a thousand feet high in the sky, and a pair of big hands burst into the air.

"Boom!"

With a blast, dense ghosts ran wildly between the black fog rolling, and a figure in a pale white shirt was also shaken out.

With a disheveled hair, and a white robe in the dark, now it's extremely gloomy and terrifying.

A face has very high cheekbones and a square forehead, but a face wrinkled like a dead tree bark.

With white flames in the eyes of Old Demon Withered Wood, he sneered with a gloomy smile: "Ha ha, Dai Bingde, do you think that Withered Wood is still like a hundred years ago? This time, what can you do with your cloud palm?"

"Sara Hand!"

With a sound of good news, the Old Demon withered Wood took the lead in the trouble, with a big hand wrapped in the ghost, shining with cold light, he directly grabbed Dai Bingde.

"Huh, you dare to speak up even with the help of your sculptor's little skills?"

Dai Bingde snorted coldly, and greeted him with another move.

"boom!"

A loud noise rang through the mountains.

I saw that the Withered Wood Old Demon's Shaluo hand was stunned and flew around, but it still did not disperse, tearing Dai Bingde's cloud palm, and snapped it!

"How can it be?!"

Dai Bingde was shocked. He didn't expect the vitality power of Old Wither Wood to be so tyrannical.

But the attack has come, Dai Bingde can only strengthen his vitality defense.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Dai Bingde retreated hundreds of meters before stopping his figure.

Feel the deep chill brought by the power of the whole body's ghost, and the churning qi and blood. Dai Bingde was also slightly surprised.

"Hmph, the good show is yet to come!"

With a cold snort, the old dead wood devil took out a pitch black demon flag, and with a move left and right, a large white evil spirit immediately sprang from the demon flag, condensing the appearance of a ghostly ghost, and the fangs and claws slew towards Dai Bingde.

"It's almost time, three flashes of darkness, get up!"

The Old Demon withered Wood was offering a ghost, and another shot of the town flag. After shaking, thousands of ghosts came together and pressed crazily towards Dai Bingde and Cheng Sanjin.

Feeling that the vitality in the body was suppressed by you for most of the time, and the combat power was compromised, Cheng Sanjin was shocked immediately, and he slew out with a long knife in his hand.

"Hehe, General Cheng, are you leaving in such a hurry? Why don't you let me practice the sword technique with you for a long time?"

When Cheng Sanjing moved, another gloomy sound rang out, and then, a huge white sword gas with a length of one hundred feet descended from the sky.

The majestic and majestic, full of late golden body!

"Hmph, drive me!"

Cheng Sanjin has been on the battlefield for a long time, and immediately swept away with a sword swept away.

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"block!"

A golden stone exploded.

What made Cheng Sanjin unbelievable was that his sword was also broken, and the opponent's sword blasted him back with awe-inspiring blast.

"Ahem, who are you? How could it be so strong!"

Cheng Sanjin forcibly suppressed the tumbling vitality in his body, and asked with staring eyes.

He still doesn't know when there are so many masters in the Shaluo Sect.

"Hehe, General Cheng, Luo Hu, the fourth elder of Sect in the Xiasha, I wonder if the general has ever heard of it?"

In the sky, ghosts surged, and an elder of the Shaluo Sect who dressed the same as the old devil withered wood came out with a weapon made of white bone in his hand, and smiled coldly at Cheng Sanjin.

"Huh? Luo Hou? How could it be you? You should be just a medium-term golden body cultivation base!"

Cheng Sanjin was shocked. He didn't expect that today he would be blasted back by a warrior in the middle of the golden body.

"This time is different from the past, General, let's continue!"

After Luo Kui finished speaking, the sword in his hand was shaken, and the same ghost Raksha appeared, dancing his claws like knives, fighting against Cheng Sanjin.

What made Cheng Sanjin even more unbelievable was that this ghost was able to absorb the surrounding ghost shadows, gradually growing, and its momentum was not weaker than waiting for the late stage of the golden body!

One person, one soul, it is equivalent to Cheng Sanjin to resist the onslaught of two late golden body powerful men at the same time!

Under the circumstances, Cheng Sanjin can only parry, and has no ability to fight back.

"Not good! The Three Shades Yinluo Formation is really weird, General Cheng, do you know how to break the formation?"

Dai Bingde also retreated steadily, and only then did he see how powerful the big formation in the mouth of the dead tree was.

"Three Sha Yin Luo? De Lao, the final general has never heard of it. Where can I know the method to break the formation?"

Cheng Sanjin was depressed. He had known that he would be more cautious. How could he be caught in the trap of the Demon Sect and fall into the big formation now.

Dai Bingde frowned, he had already decided in his heart that if Yunyang outside was threatened, he would break the formation forcibly at any cost!

At this moment, in a calm place a hundred miles away, on the deck of Yunhou Mansion Yunzhou, all Lingnan disciples and Qingjia soldiers were dumbfounded.

Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, rolling in like Mount Tai, those screams like Jiuyou Hell made them tremble, and even some disciples with unstable moods were already unable to stand and fell on their knees. His combat power was almost completely lost.

"God, brother, what's the situation! Is this demonic energy?"

Qin Shaoyang and others followed Ling Tian to the bow of the Yunzhou ship, looking at the direction where Dai Bingde disappeared in the distance. There, there was already covered by the black mist that soared, concealed, and wisps of white ghosts could be seen, stirring it.

The surrounding mountains and plains are all rising with black mist, like undead souls buried underground, being summoned out.

"This is not demonic energy, but evil spirits!"

Ling Tian shook his head, his expression grim.

But fortunately, Tao Yaoyao had already told him that this big formation had great flaws, but it was a semi-finished product. Among the nine stuns, only three stuns appeared, and its power was greatly reduced.

"Haha, ghost spirit, do you really think this is the ghost of the Shaluo Sect?"

Yun Yang sneered.

"Is it right? I'll see it for a while, but now, we are in trouble!" Ling Tian took off the dragon pattern on his body and said slowly.

"what?"

Yun Yang was stunned, and then he sensed something, suddenly withdrew his weapon and looked forward.

On a warship in the distance, Cheng Feiyu laughed wildly and rushed out, standing on a high mountain, looking down at a black cloud below, and billowing.

"Hahaha, friends from Yunzhou, let me Shaluo Sect, Haosheng entertain you all, kill me!"

In the black fog, hundreds of shadows sprang out, all of them in plain white robes, with shaved heads, holding black magic flags in their hands, rushing towards the warship.