Aiming for the Immortal Path

The boundless pressure was like a roaring wind, heading straight for Su Twelve.

Under the huge pressure, Su Twelve's face turned pale, and beads of sweat fell from his temples. A severely injured body cannot bear such pressure.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't move at all. In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, one mind has three functions, and three parts of spiritual consciousness sink into the main body, the gold puppet and the wood puppet.

The gold puppet body stepped out in one step, Wuxie Sword released its sword light again, and started fighting with Sun Wenzhu.

Even though he was at a disadvantage, Su Twelve didn't care. He tried to delay as much time as possible and never let the wooden puppet take action.

The wooden puppet held the Fire Cloud Gourd in one hand and a high-grade spiritual stone in the other, silently absorbing the spiritual energy in it.

His eyes were falling on another battlefield not far away among the crowd.

At this time, Zhao Jingfeng was engaged in a fierce battle with a sword cultivator from the Wuji Sect who was in the late Golden Core stage.

The two fought fiercely and were inseparable. No matter how he looked at it, he had no intention of taking action against Su Twelve. But Su Twelve had no doubt that once the wooden puppet left, Zhao Jingfeng's offensive would immediately arrive.

Not to mention that among the people in the Demon Shadow Palace, there were also many eyes secretly staring at Su Twelve. It's just that everyone was afraid after seeing the power of the two puppets with their own eyes! After all... no one wants to work so hard that they make wedding clothes for others.

Su Twelve knew very well that given his current situation, the wooden puppet was the final guarantee! If there is no puppet body to protect him, he may not be able to stop him even if he is in the early stage of the golden elixir stage.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.

The seven people fighting in the air had no winner or loser.

However, Zen Master Shanfa used secret methods to suppress the injury, and his energy and blood obviously began to falter.

Faced with the siege of many monks, more than ten monks from the three sects died again. The remaining monks were under greater pressure, and each one was seriously injured, making it difficult to support them.

Su Twelve saw all this and was secretly anxious. His eyes glanced at him from time to time.

Shen Miaoyin's battle group.

Just now, he and Shen Miaoyin had already exchanged ideas. The key to whether this battle can be left safely lies with Shen Miaoyin. However, if nothing can be done, the two of them can only try to protect themselves.

And just then.

Zhao Jingfeng, who was fighting fiercely with the Wuji Sect sword cultivator, suddenly frowned and a sword light flew out of his chest.

When the sword comes out, the dazzling sword light is not only impressive in its brilliance, but its fierce momentum is also soul-stirring and life-threatening.

This knife came unexpectedly, and it came even faster.

The sword cultivator was caught off guard, unable to dodge, and was directly cut off with a knife.

The body was burned, and the golden elixir flew out from his Dantian.

Before he could escape, a roar of joy from an alien beast came from the sword light.

The next second, the entire golden elixir was swallowed up by the light of the sword. The sword cultivator was killed and died on the spot before he even had time to scream.

A bright sword light appeared in the sky, followed immediately by a domineering long sword.

The shape of the sword is like a dragon soaring into the clouds and riding on the mist. It is golden in color, showing its nobility and nobility. The blade is broad and thick, decorated with clouds. The blade is slightly curved and hooked, and is sharp and unparalleled. The power of the sword is filled with the aura of cloud flow, which is full of domineering power.

It is Zhao Jingfeng's real weapon, the Yunlong Sword.

After getting rid of the Wuji Sect sword cultivator, Zhao Jingfeng turned his head and his sharp eyes fell on Su Twelve at this moment.

No extra words!

Zhao Jingfeng walked towards Su Twelve step by step, the anger that had been accumulated for a long time raging in his heart.

But he didn't show it at all on his face, but showed an unprecedented calmness.

The left hand holds the cloud dragon, and the right hand practices the mysterious method.

In the Yunlong Sword, Yun Jiao, whose soul had become extremely solid, slowly emerged. A pair of cold eyes stared at Su Twelve, with small pea-like eyes flashing with resentment.

Back then, there was a battle in the sealed land near Xiaohe Village within the territory of the Zhao Dynasty. Under the 'Swordsmanship of Heaven', the soul of Yunjiao in Zhao Jingfeng's Yunlong Sword was almost destroyed by Su Twelve's sword energy.

Yunjiao had obviously already held a grudge against Su Twelve. The soul body twists its body, trembling with the Yunlong Sword, and then emits a bright sword light.

The move has not been made.

Su Twelve already felt another greater pressure.

Zhao Jingfeng, who no longer hides his identity, is almost the same as Sun Wenzhu in terms of strength, even if there is some gap.

"Middle of the golden elixir stage? What a Zhao Jingfeng, with such a level of cultivation and such strength. It seems... that he had already condensed the golden elixir before joining the Huanxing Sect."

Su Twelve squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Jingfeng, who was approaching from a distance, with a hint of panic on his face.

For others, you may be helpless. But against Zhao Jingfeng, he thought he had a good chance of winning. ??

However, even if Su Twelve communicated silently with the Yuan-devouring Blood Worm, he hesitated whether to give the opponent a fatal blow at this moment. Zhao Jingfeng's figure suddenly stopped, and the Yunlong Saber in his hand suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

The sword flashed for a moment, but it did not attack Su Twelve.

"Huh? Not good!!! Master Shanzai, be careful!"

Su Twelve was slightly startled, his eyes followed the direction of the sword light, and urgently fell on Master Shanzai.

Immediately sound the reminder.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was swallowed up by the louder roar of the dragon.

"Roar!"

The sword light flew quickly and in the blink of an eye turned into a cloud dragon that was more than ten feet long. The cloud dragon soars into the clouds and rides on the mist, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he arrived behind Master Shanzai.

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At this time, Master Shanzai was busy fighting against Duanmu Liuying.

With his strength, he still had a considerable advantage against the seriously injured Duanmu Liuying.

An hour of fierce fighting has forced Duanmu Liuying to the end.

But at this moment, the intense crisis coming from behind made him feel as if his heart was being grasped by the God of Death for an instant.

When he turned his head, he saw a cloud dragon that was more than ten feet long, and the spray breath fell on it. At such a close distance, facing such an offensive, there was no chance of fighting back.

The cloud dragon opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Master Shanzai in one gulp.

"Amitabha! Good! Good..."

A sound of Buddha's trumpet came from Yun Jiao's belly, and the next second, Yun Jiao's expression suddenly turned frightened. But before he could react, a terrifying aura exploded.

The power of the violent explosion shook the heaven and earth, directly blowing the Yunjiao into pieces. After regrouping, Yun Jiao's soul body secretly flashed an even more malicious look, and his expression faded.

"Senior Brother Shanzai..."

At the moment when Master Shanzai died, everyone in Jinchan Temple suddenly reacted.

During the battle, everyone suddenly showed sadness on their faces and cried out in sorrow! !

Compared with other Buddhist cultivators in the Jindan period, Master Shanzai's status in Jinchan Temple is obviously not low.

In the sky, Zen Master Shanfa, who had been struggling to support himself, could not help but look sad when he saw his friend from the same disciple died. Under the continuous offensive, Zen Master Shanfa was temporarily distracted. Zhao Mingyuan seized the opportunity, raised his hand and slapped Zen Master Shanfa on the chest.

With a palm falling, Zen Master Shanfa was hit hard and fell to the ground. He lay flat on the ground, his chest collapsed, and red blood spurted out from his mouth. The injuries that had been suppressed before could no longer be suppressed.

The added injuries, the disordered breath, and the slightly trembling brows all showed that he was suffering from astonishing pain at this time.