Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 257 Sword Rain ([-]) (Please subscribe, please collect)
The power condensed in each spirit sword or the sword energy attached to it cannot be underestimated, any one of them is comparable to a blow from a second-order low-grade spirit weapon.

And this kind of simple one-time attack, the explosive power is obviously superior. The power of the more than one hundred spirit swords and the more than three hundred sword qi in front of you can be imagined, which makes people feel dizzy. numb.

Looking carefully, there is a circle of blood-red spiritual power at the end of each spirit sword, which is most likely the blood essence of the Huanlingmen cultivator himself.

"Swish, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The spirit sword and sword energy were condensed. It seemed that there was some guidance from nature, and they were divided into two directions independently. As the main output to kill the monks of the Phantom Spirit Gate, Sun Mingsheng almost faced more than half of the attacks alone. .

The four shields, which were made of black ants and condensed with special spells, radiated light and took the initiative to meet them.

There was a harsh sound of piercing through the void from a spiritual sword and sword energy, as if it was about to tear through the entire formation.

The combat effectiveness of the black ants alone is not strong, and neither the offense nor the defense have obvious characteristics or advantages, but once the number reaches a certain critical point, a qualitative change will occur.

A large number of spirit swords collided with the black shield, and every time a collision was completed, accompanied by flashes of spiritual light, one by one of the black-striped ants entrenched on the periphery would fall to the ground and die on the spot.

But the death of every black ant is not meaningless, and the power contained in the summoned spirit sword and sword energy is constantly being worn out and consumed.

There is a shield made of black ants on the outside and a fire rock shield inside. Under the double protection, Sun Mingsheng seems to be in a panic, but he is safe for a short time.

He still has enough power to sacrifice the Huo Yanzhu from time to time and keep hitting the spirit sword, trying to wear down the power contained in it as much as possible.

On the contrary, the Dingshui Banner that Sun Mingzeng relies on, although its rank is the middle rank of the second rank, it is not a spiritual weapon specially used for defense. The cover is constantly being consumed, flickering and flickering.

In addition, Sun Mingzeng's own cultivation is only the second level of foundation building, and the total amount of mana in his dantian is also significantly weaker. Under this double contrast of replenishment and consumption, his face has not been long because of the excessive consumption of mana in his dantian. It looks a little pale.

On Baosi Lingshan, which is becoming more and more messy

"Using his body as a sacrifice, another inner disciple regarded death as his home, and summoned the sword rain of Guangchengzi at the price of his body." A long sigh came from the monk who was in charge of guarding the inner disciple's order plate.

"Recently, the sect has been losing inner sect disciples in battles, and even two Jindan stage ancestors died under group attacks. The situation facing the sect is getting more and more severe. Your generation and I will go to the stage. The battle is not far away." In the dark palace, another completely different voice suddenly appeared.

"The ten-thousand-year inheritance of the sect has never been expected to come to an end in the near future. We are usually not valued by the sect and sent to this secluded place. One day we will have to be buried for the sect." The two monks said in a full tone. Full of dissatisfaction.

"Junior Brother, how long do you think the Nine Palaces, Eight Diagrams, and Hundred Immortals Formation can last? Do I have a chance to survive?" The tone of the two parties was full of unwillingness.

The same situation occurs one after another in different locations of Baosi Lingshan, and the catastrophe is imminent, and they fly separately, which is vividly displayed here.

This is also the biggest difference between the sect and the family. Although the monks of the sect usually practice together, all kinds of filth are also emerging in an endless stream. Naturally, they cannot be kept out of life and death when facing a life-and-death crisis.

Large and small families are basically connected by blood. As long as each family is in a rising stage of power, it can basically maintain a rough balance, so the cohesion will be stronger when facing life and death crises.

The situation facing the Phantom Spirit Sect reached a peak state after the accidental death of the second Jindan stage monk, and every time he fought, he was timid.

"This old man actually wanted to watch the sect's lineage die while he was in Zuohua. How could he have the face to go underground to meet the ancestors in the future?" Above the sky, the Phantom Spirit Sect was on the verge of death, and the old man who was about to die seemed ordinary. But it was pregnant with a surge of anger.

The three elders of Yujianmen, Yushoumen, and Lingyi faction stood outside to form a circle, and each of them had a look of lingering fear on their faces.

This battle is the key to the real decision of the outcome of both sides. The victory of the old man of the Phantom Spirit Sect can at least preserve the inheritance of the Phantom Spirit Sect.

If the three elders of the Yushoumen sect win, they will naturally achieve their ultimate goal, scavenging the Huanlingmen's ten thousand years of accumulation, and it is also possible to wait for the spirit thing that the three of them are most looking forward to to assist the broken pill to become a baby.

The confrontation between the four old men didn't last too long, the battle started soon, the situation changed color for a while, the momentum was great, and different colors appeared in the sky, sometimes red had the upper hand, sometimes blue had the upper hand, spirit There was a harsh sound from the collision between the instruments.

Nine Palaces, Eight Trigrams and Hundred Immortals Formation

Sun Mingsheng, who is under the baptism of sword rain, knows nothing about the changes in the outside world. In this continuous attack, the four shields condensed by black ants have turned into layers of black on the ground. black ant carcass.

Only a second-tier fire rock shield was used as the main force for defense, and every attack of every spiritual sword and sword energy was accompanied by bursts of crisp sounds.

On the other side, Sun Mingzeng, who used the Dingshui flag as a means of defense, had completely worn away the layers of light covering his body.

Every attack of the spirit sword will directly land on the main body of Dingshui Banner, and a puff of spiritual light will turn into dots of starlight and explode in the collision, just like a firefly with extremely conspicuous wings shining in the dark night.

It's just that this seemingly extremely dazzling consumption is based on a large consumption of mana, and Sun Mingzeng has reached the limit of support.

"Brother, pay attention to dodging, the spiritual power contained in these spiritual swords is less than half, so your own safety is the most important thing," Sun Mingsheng reminded loudly.

"What can a mere sword rain do to me? Twelve younger brothers, don't worry." Sun Mingzeng's face was pale, but he was still full of energy, and he didn't come to fight with the spirit swords that were attacking all over the sky.

"Fire swallows are flying, order" Sun Mingsheng naturally couldn't just watch his family brother suffer heavy injuries, so he decisively sacrificed one after another talisman in the gap between the fire rock shield's defense.

The talisman was transformed into vivid fire swallows. Under Sun Mingsheng's remote control, they landed on the spirit swords whose aura had dimmed and exploded immediately.

At the beginning of the appearance of the spirit sword, its quality was comparable to that of a second-grade low-grade spirit weapon, but the body of the spirit sword is built on the energy contained in it, and it is not fixed, but is in a state of constant consumption. .

(End of this chapter)