Chapter 87 The Battle of Yunlan Sect, Six.
The moment he used the Douhuang experience card, a powerful wave of fighting spirit erupted from the sea of qi, traveled along the meridians to Xiao Heng's body, and then burst out. The sudden burst of momentum caused the three white-robed elders to stop you in your tracks, and then looked neatly at Yun Ling.
Purple flames spread out from Xiao Heng's body along with bursts of thunder. A wave of purple air blew past, and many Yunlan Sect disciples were instantly shocked and lowered their heads, unable to lift them up no matter how hard they struggled.
"He is actually a powerful Dou Huang...!" Weiwei exclaimed as he looked at Xiao Heng, whose momentum was soaring.
"It must be some kind of secret technique, or a back-up left by a powerful elder for him. Now, it's Yun Leng's turn to have a headache...!" After a moment of frustration, Jia Xingtian looked at Xiao Heng again, whose aura was soaring. Others couldn't see it, but he could clearly feel that Xiao Heng's current outburst of fighting spirit seemed to be a little inconsistent with his own.
Facing Xiao Heng's sudden burst of momentum, Yun Leng was also startled, and then he showed a ruthless expression and said: "Yunli, the three of you hold him down first. There is something weird about this kid. If you hold him down for a while, he will naturally The true colors are revealed."
The three white-robed elders nodded. Since Yun Leng could find out, they would naturally also know about Xiao Heng's weirdness. However, after thinking about it, even if the boy had the strength of Douhuang level, he wouldn't be much stronger. It was just a matter of holding him back until he showed his flaws. It was not difficult, they thought in their hearts. However, they will soon regret their current thinking.
"You want to hold me back? Ridiculous!" Seeing the three white-clothed elders surrounding him in three directions, Xiao Heng sneered. If it was his first time to use this kind of power, it might still be effective. Unfortunately, he was already the third one. The second time, he was more familiar with this power, and now he was no longer a fighting master.
The Ziyun Wing was pushed to the extreme, and traces of red stripes appeared on the Ziyun Wing. Xiao Heng's speed soared in an instant. Fighting energy is injected into the long sword, making the already dazzling long sword shine even more.
"Explosive step...!" The sound of the air exploding appeared at Xiao Heng's feet, and instantly appeared in front of the younger elder. Xiao Heng roared in his heart: "Breathless!" The expressions of the other two white-robed elders changed, and
they I originally thought that it would be just a matter of delay, so I separated. I wanted to consume Xiao Heng through constant harassment, but I didn't expect that Xiao Heng's speed would suddenly increase. At this moment... it was too late to rescue him, so I could only accelerate with all my strength, and the majestic fighting spirit formed a line. The sword light struck at Xiao Heng's back, hoping to force him back.
Looking at Xiao Heng who came to him in an instant, the younger white-robed elder instantly felt a breath of death coming towards his face. All his fighting spirit was focused on the green wings behind him, trying to escape. It's a pity that Dou Wang is Dou Wang. Even if Xiao Heng's current power is not his own, Dou Huang's power, coupled with the advanced Xuan-level Ziyun Wings and the advanced Xuan-level explosive steps, if he still can't catch up with a Dou King If so, he could just wash his neck and wait for death.
"No, don't...!" Looking at the sharp sword that was slashing at him, the white-robed Dou Wang tried his best to avoid it, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, the sword seemed destined to hit him. The same. When the sword blade was still half a meter away from him, he could only try to gather all the fighting spirit in front of him, hoping to block the sword.
boom!
The purple sword energy fell diagonally from the sky to the ground, plowing a deep ravine on the ground, and the Dou Wang strongman was lying in the deepest part of the ravine, with a sword mark on his chest running from his left shoulder to his abdomen. Moreover, the purple flame was still burning slowly on the wound. The white-robed Dou Wang vomited blood and tried to struggle to get up, but he could only move his fingers feebly.
And when Xiao Heng slashed out the sword, the fighting spirit of the two horses behind him had also reached behind him. Looking at the two lines of fighting spirit that were as big as Xiao Heng's, he knew that if he was hit, the end would not be good.
Xiao Heng formed a seal with his left hand, fighting energy emerged from his back, and whispered in a low voice: "Rashomon!" Suddenly, a green shield three to four meters high appeared behind him. Before the two waves of fighting spirit hit him, block the attack from behind for him.
"Hit...!" Seeing the fighting spirit explode behind Xiao Heng, the two elders who launched the attack looked happy. Just when they were about to make up for it, a purple shadow sprang out from the smoke and turned into a purple shadow. Light and shadow came towards them, and the expressions of the two elders changed.
They formed seals with their hands, and the two fighting auras of the two, one green and one yellow, were combined together, immediately forming a shield in front of them that could block the two of them.
The sword blade struck the shield without breaking. The two breathed a sigh of relief, flew back, and formed seals again. The fighting spirit of the two combined again and turned into a spiral wind, roaring towards Xiao Heng.
Seeing the spiral wind coming at extremely fast speed, Xiao Heng formed a seal with one hand, and then pushed his palm forward. A purple-red pillar of fire suddenly appeared in front of him, and then blasted out fiercely.
Bang!
The explosion sounded again, and a purple tornado slowly bloomed in the air.
"Explosive step!" The sound of the air being stepped on continuously came out again, and Xiao Heng turned into a purple shadow and came to the two white-clothed fighting kings. "Lion King, angry!" The huge purple lion appeared, and then fiercely rushed towards the two fighting kings.
The fighting spirit instantly condensed into a protective shield, which shattered after a moment of resistance. Suddenly, the two fighting kings were forced a hundred meters away.
"What a terrifying combat power! To seriously injure one fighting king in a short period of time and force two others to retreat is really terrifying!" Liangmao looked at the scene in front of him, and his droopy eyelids trembled slightly.
Jia Xingtian, who was next to him, also nodded solemnly and said: "Moreover, during this period of time, he actually used more than three high-level fighting skills. It seems that he is very confident in his fighting spirit!" In a short period of time, he has used more than three high-level fighting skills
. , seeing one elder not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the other two elders being forced to retreat, Yun Leng turned pale and wanted to go over and help. As the King of Fighters, he could still get a few moves with Hai Bodong when Hai Bodong wasn't attacking with all his strength, but if he wanted to break away from Hai Bodong's entanglement, it would be impossible.
Just as he was about to fly over, an ice pick more than three meters long flew from behind him. Feeling the chill behind his back, Yun Leng had no choice but to turn around and dodge, but as soon as he dodged, Hai Bodong swept over again with the ice gun. The stone sword in his hand blocked the ice gun, but once again he lost the opportunity to support the others. Hatefully He looked at Haibodong and said: "Haibodong, do you have to be an enemy of my Yunlan Sect?"
Looking at Yun Ling indifferently, Haibodong shook his head slightly and said: "It's not that I want to be with Yunlan Sect. The Lan Sect is the enemy, but I have a last resort reason to take action!"
At this time, the Yun Lan Mist Formation has been formed. Although Xiao Yan has Xiong Er's protection, the Yun Lan Sect does not have no one except these four fighting kings. There were people, and there were many fighting spirits. The big fighting master harassed him back and forth, causing him to be blocked at the last moment.
The big black ruler slashed hard on the light blue vindictive shield, but it only caused a ripple. Xiao Yan glanced outside unwillingly, then turned around and came to Xiong Er's side. The green flames wrapped around the black ruler. , swept away a big fighter with one foot.
Looking up at the energy shield that had enveloped the entire square, Xiao Heng withdrew his gaze and looked at a group of deacons in white at the center of the stone platforms in the square.
Turning around, the long sword in his hand naturally drooped and slowly pointed at them. The long sword in his hand gently made a sword sound, and then, purple fighting spirit slowly wound up along the way. With the injection of fighting spirit, Xiao Heng's side suddenly A bright purple sword shape appeared. Xiao Heng held the sword in his right hand and slowly pulled the hilt back to his ear. Every time the sword moved a little, the nine purple swords beside him became more solid, until it was finally pulled to his ear. The nine-handled sword was also extremely solid, as if it were no different from a real sword.
"Fall!"
Xiao Heng let out a light sound, and stabbed down hard with the long sword in his hand. The nine-handled purple sword, which was more than three meters long, suddenly stabbed down in the direction of the push deacon. Those white-robed deacons wanted to resist, but they maintained the mist formation and could only draw out part of their fighting energy to form a shield in front.
boom!
The purple sword fell and immediately shattered the protective shield formed by everyone, making a deafening sound. Many deacons fell on their backs and vomited blood. They were unable to maintain the formation, and without the input of fighting energy, the formation instantly dimmed a lot.
At this time, the other two fighting kings also joined forces to launch a big blue bird with a wingspan of more than ten meters and flew towards Xiao Heng. Xiao Heng's expression remained unchanged, the purple cloud wings behind him shook, and he flew at high speed to avoid the attack of the big bird. But for a moment, the big blue bird was like a maggot attached to its bones, following closely behind Xiao Heng no matter how he moved in the air...!
Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Xiao Heng's face showed a ruthless expression, and he formed a seal with his left hand. Three green shields appeared behind him. At the same time, a silvery white light quietly attached to the sword blade, and when it reached the tip of the sword, a dazzling white light appeared. There was a sudden burst of light. Xiao Heng turned around and took a deep breath. He roared in his heart:
"Immortal-killing sword battle, vertical and horizontal!"
In an instant, a silver-white giant dragon ten or twenty meters long erupted from the tip of the sword and rushed straight towards the two fighting kings who were chasing behind him. The silver-white giant roared and slammed into the two fighting kings. And the huge blue bird also broke through the three layers of shields and came to Xiao Heng.
The long sword was placed in front of him, and a purple fighting spirit shield tightly wrapped him. The huge blue bird slammed into the shield, and then forced him to retreat continuously. He flew a hundred meters in a row, and finally exploded.
Almost at the same time, at the moment when the big blue bird exploded, the silver-white dragon also passed through the two white-robed fighting kings. Although the two fighting kings tried their best to avoid it, the speed of the giant dragon made them wall-mounted. There was no rush, and the two men with ugly faces could only resist.
"Give it to me, block it..." A cyan shield was placed in front of the two of them, trying to block the silver-white dragon. Unfortunately, after blocking for a moment, the cyan shield still shattered, and the giant dragon turned into sharp swords and passed through the two of them.
One of the older Dou Wang once again used his fighting spirit to protect himself before the giant dragon turned into a sword gang that filled the sky, while the other one could not react so quickly. Although he also used his fighting spirit to protect his internal organs, the sword gang still penetrated the sky. After passing through his body, countless wounds instantly appeared on his body. Among them, a sword light passed through his chest, causing him to directly lose his fighting ability. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and then his vision went black. , falling straight towards the ground.
The older one was slightly better than him, but not much better. Although he was not penetrated by the sword, there were still hundreds of large and small sword marks on his body, which were temporarily sealed with fighting energy. The wound prevented him from bleeding to death. With a wave of his sleeves, a burst of fighting spirit caught his falling companion and prevented him from getting more injured.
Similarly, Xiao Heng was also seriously injured. His black clothes were cut by the strong wind carried by the giant blue bird, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Even if he now has the strength of a Dou King, it is not easy to resist the combined fighting skills of two Dou Wangs.
(End of chapter)