Taishang Immortal Brigade

Chapter 104 Demon Roar Breaks the Sword Formation

Ma Tengkong's eyes flickered, and his height of three feet shrank sharply. After a while, he returned to the size of a normal person, but the scales and hair on his body were even thicker and blacker. Moyu.

When Ma Tengkong moved, the speed was unbelievably fast. With the movement of Ping Sanjiang's flying sword, three sword qi shot out. Ma Tengkong did not dodge or dodge. Blocked by the scales, the scales were not hurt at all, but a ray of light flashed. Ma Tengkong's momentum continued, and the foot-long nails on his hands scattered into ten daggers, which were aimed at Ping Sanjiang's temples on both sides.

Ping Sanjiang's flying sword danced and disappeared in front of Ma Tengkong's face, and then appeared at Ma Tengkong's left rib, stabbing down, Ma Tengkong did not move, and used his left rib to block the sword, the sword The light gathered Ping Sanjiang's full strength to strike, but it couldn't penetrate the scales on Ma Tengkong's body. Ping Sanjiang controlled the flying sword to continuously divide the sword light, false and real, and continuously stabbed Ma Tengkong's body. Let Ma Tengkong be defenseless, but Ma Tengkong demonized his body, and then transformed into the real body of the demon god. His defense is terribly strong. Even with the skill of Jindan late sword repair, he can't pierce even a small scale.

Ping Sanjiang and Ma Tengkong clashed hundreds of times in the blink of an eye. Ping Sanjiang was trying to block Ma Tengkong's attack, or maybe go a step further and hurt Ma Tengkong. However, Ma Tengkong had only one target. He rushed in front of Ping Sanjiang and hit Kill Sanjiang.Although Ping Sanjiang's sword light stabbed Ma Tengkong like a storm, it was difficult to hurt Ma Tengkong, and the distance between Ma Tengkong and Ping Sanjiang was gradually approaching.

Ten dagger-like nails cast shadows on Ping Sanjiang's face. With one move of Ping Sanjiang's flying sword, only a long sword chant was heard, and the sound of the ten nails colliding with the flying sword continued endlessly. The fingernails growing from the flesh and blood, clashed with the hammered flying sword, not only did not damage the slightest bit, but also made a sound like a bell.

Ping Sanjiang's flying sword turned around, and his figure flashed behind Ma Tengkong. He raised his flying sword and was about to stab it down. Unexpectedly, Ma Tengkong's flying speed was faster than him. The huge force locked Feijian firmly, and the other hand broke through the barriers of layers of sword energy, and hit Ping Sanjiang's lower abdomen.

Ping Sanjiang's eyes were staring red, and a breath of hot air filled his nostrils mixed with the smell of blood. Ma Tengkong's blow was really heavy, shaking the sword soul on his body a few times, and almost collapsed, but the immortal sword soul re-formed, In Ping Sanjiang's lower abdomen, the slight depression gradually became flat.

Ma Tengkong's figure was uncertain, and he turned around again, swinging ten nails like flying swords interlacedly, tearing Ping Sanjiang's tight Tsing Yi shirt into scattered cloth butterflies, with a few dull cracking sounds, Ping Sanjiang appeared from behind Ten deep scars, the scars exposed light brown skin, pink fresh meat, pale bones and green tendons, the blood donation was like a flood of absolute mention, and a large amount of blood spread on the skin of his back.

Ping Sanjiang's Immortal Sword Soul flickered a few times, and the wound on his back gradually healed. Although he was no longer bleeding, Ping Sanjiang's face was pale and terrifying. Ma Tengkong's blow had already seriously injured him, even with the Sword Soul With Immortal Help, all of his injuries could not be healed, so he could only try his best to control his injuries so that he could continue to fight.

Ping Sanjiang's hand holding the flying sword kept trembling, and the arrogance on his face disappeared. This time, the two sides are evenly matched, and they will fight with all their strength. As long as one side has the upper hand, the situation will basically be determined. Now Ping Sanjiang Sanjiang was seriously injured by Ma Tengkong. It is foreseeable that Ping Sanjiang will undoubtedly lose this battle.

Ma Tengkong succeeded with one blow, retreated back, and stopped attacking. He looked at Ping Sanjiang with a playful face, and said mockingly, "Ping Sanjiang, I heard that in the Tumu Tianbao, the agreement on military exploits is that killing the opponent's war If you are a staff member, you will be able to obtain the opponent's combat rank registration. According to this, if I kill you now, wouldn't you be able to immediately
Promoted to rank five combat position? "

Ping Sanjiang's pale face was bloodless, but his tone was still arrogant, "On the Zhanxiantai, if you want to kill the people of Sifang Xianzong, you, a lackey of the demonic way, can't do it. Although you are better than me, don't think about killing me. , You must know the iron law of the sect, to slay demons and eliminate demons, you don't have to stick to fighting alone, now I want to ask my fellow sects to help out."

Ping Sanjiang shouted to the three sword cultivators on the Zhanxian platform, "Three fellows, come and help me."

The three sword cultivators and the twelve demon apostles fought endlessly. Even though they had endless sword skills, facing the demon apostles and the strange functions of the magic weapons, although the three sword cultivators were not infected by the magic energy, they were not injured. However, more than half of his mana was consumed, and his spirit was exhausted. Hearing the leader's call, he jumped up and flew into the air with Yujian.

Seeing their opponents leave the formation, the twelve apostles of the demonic way followed closely behind, followed by the three sword cultivators, and rose to the height of Ma Tengkong and Ping Sanjiang at the same time.

The three sword repairmen and Ping Sanjiang met at one place, and Ping Sanjiang yelled, "Form a sword formation, slay demons and eliminate demons." The four of them leaned back against each other, with their flying swords facing outwards, in fact they faintly formed one body, and Ma Tengkong The monstrous demonic flames held against each other.

Seeing that his demon lord was under siege, the apostle of the Demonic Way wanted to help him, but was stopped by Ma Tengkong, "They can attack shamelessly, but I can't, you stay aside and help me, I alone can kill them. "

The sword formation of the sword cultivator raised an aura and formed a myriad of phenomena. This is the unique sword technique of Jianxiang Wanluo, which Ping Sanjiang does not know, but one of the sword cultivators in the sword formation has mastered it. Talking about the combined strength of the sword cultivators in the formation, they exerted great power, and then layers of sword edges flew out of the formation, wrapping the sword formation in a forest of sword edges, and the immortal sword soul on Ping Sanjiang , driven by the power of all the sword cultivators, accelerated the speed of his recovery from serious injuries, and his pale face gradually turned a little bloody.

Seeing the aura of the sword formation, Ma Tengkong knew that with his own strength, he would never be able to fight against the sword formation. Seeing the sword formation, he said to his demon apostles, "Apostles, please contribute your strength so that I can complete the full power of the demon god's real body." .”

The demon apostles looked at Ma Tengkong, their eyes showed crazy worship, they bent down humbly, and said loudly, "Respected demon master, the supreme demon god, we are willing to contribute all our strength to you, we are evil Hand, we are the resentment of all beings, we are loyal servants of the Demon God, Demon Catch, please accept our insignificant power."

The devilish energy on the demonic apostle is like a bonfire at night, sending all the heat to the sky, converging on Ma Tengkong's body, and being absorbed into his body by Ma Tengkong. His appearance has not changed, but there is a faint appearance behind him. A gigantic figure appeared, the figure was as big as a mountain, standing still.

With the continuous influx of demon energy, the figure changed from blurred to clear, gradually revealing the true face of Lushan Mountain. The figure behind Ma Tengkong turned out to be a demon with horns like him, but the aura revealed in the figure was stronger than that of Ma Tengkong. I don't know how many times stronger.

Ping Sanjiang, who formed a sword formation, saw the phantom behind Ma Tengkong, knew that Ma Tengkong was also preparing a powerful move, knew that he could not wait any longer, and had to act first to seize the opportunity, shouted, and the four flying swords simultaneously Shooting out the brilliant sword energy, the sword energy merged into one, exuding a terrible destructive momentum, and flew towards the horse.

Ma Tengkong looked at the flying sword energy, remained motionless, opened his mouth wide, and let out a loud roar that shook the world. At one point of the roar, the onlookers only felt that the scene in front of them suddenly lost color, and the gray world , The mountains and rivers were shattered, humans and beasts were extinct, and only Ma Tengkong, the figure of the demon with horns, was left roaring unscrupulously.

The sword energy was rushed by the roaring sound wave, and immediately dissipated like wind and sand. The sound wave centered on Ma Tengkong, spread in all directions, and filled the space between the sky and the earth.

Xia He, who was in the midst of the restraint, hurriedly added a restraint of loud sound to the superimposed restraint, just now to block the aftermath of the roar, even so, Xia He also felt dizzy, fell to the ground stumbled, looked at the side The surrounding scenes kept spinning, and he couldn't say a word. As for Dugu Xiahou and the others, Xia He could no longer care about them. Even if they were injured, they would not be too serious.

The remaining disciples under Zhanxiantai all had cards in their hands and were confident that they could deal with the aftermath of the battle. This roar woke them up suddenly. The confrontation that Jindanqi real people had only seen was too dangerous, and most of them were there on the spot. The people withdrew and left Zhanxiantai.

The people on Xiahe's side gradually recovered from the loud roar, and once again saw the power of the ban, they were lucky and refused to leave, thinking that the ban was so powerful, and hiding inside to watch the battle by themselves, there must be no danger, Xia He I can't persuade them, I can only watch with them, after all, his restriction can protect them.

Gong Langxie at the side took out a bronze bell to block the aftermath of the roar, but the bronze bell was also shattered. Seeing Xia He's restraint, his eyes showed surprise, walked to them, and said to Xia He, "Brother Xia, Can I interrupt you for a moment?"

Xia He weighed it, it would not be a problem to add a few more people to the restraint, so he nodded to let go of the restraint, let Gong Langxie and Leng Xuanyu approach, greeted each other, and continued to observe the fighting skills in the sky.

The twelve demon apostles in the sky were the closest to Ma Tengkong, and they should have suffered the heaviest injuries. Unexpectedly, they were unscathed. It must be that the magic skills are strange, and they can release sonic attacks that hurt the enemy but not themselves. It is even more unscrupulous to shoot in the air.

The sword formation that bears the brunt was smashed by the roaring sound waves. A sword cultivator's flying sword dropped his hand, bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose at the same time, his eyes lost their light, and fell from the sky. It fell on the Zhanxiantai, and Zhanxiantai was once again donated blood. The remaining two sword cultivators also had heavy hands, and the flying sword drooped, and they lost the strength to lift it up.

As for Ping Sanjiang in the center of the sword formation, the immortal sword soul on his body has disappeared. His blue battle robe is in tatters, revealing his scarred body. Wherever the sound waves reach, there are bloody scars. Internal injuries, non-bleeding but difficult to heal.

"Now, I'd like to see how you can kill demons and demons, and defend the way." While Ma Tengkong was speaking, the phantom behind him remained motionless.

(End of this chapter)