Aiming for the Immortal Path

The two demons looked at each other quickly, their eyes flashing fiercely.

"Damn it! I want to leave now. Have you asked me?"

"You've come to Fire Dragon Island and still want to leave? What do you think of our two brothers' Fire Dragon Island? You can leave if you want, but keep your lives..."

The two demons' voices were as loud as thunder. They turned around at the same time, turned into a stream of light, and chased the flying boat in the distance.

Hou Sihai only hesitated for a moment, then turned around and targeted the fleeing Feizhou first.

After practicing for many years, he has extremely rich combat experience. The cold beauty in front of him was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation. For him, there would be no benefit at all from stepping forward rashly.

"Hmph! Looking for death!"

Leng Yan saw the reaction of several people in her eyes, she let out a sweet scolding, a cold light flashed in her eyes, she raised her hand and flicked the flying sword in her hand.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Leng Yan's own magic weapon, the Flying Sword, broke into four sections in an instant.

Then, she suddenly bit the tip of her tongue, opened her mouth and spat out a handful of pure essence and a ball of essence and blood mist.

The true essence and blood mist fell, and the four broken flying swords suddenly turned into four streams of light and flew out.

Knowing that the strength of the four Nascent Souls should not be underestimated, Leng Yan did not dare to be careless at all.

The move is the ultimate secret technique.

Under her control, four streams of light flew into the air, and in a blink of an eye they turned into four long and narrow swords. They came first, and in the blink of an eye, they were each facing one person.

The two fire dragons and Hou Sihai, who had just flown not far away, felt a chill on their backs when they saw the sword light emitting a frightening cold air and a fierce aura. body shape.

One by one, they were all working hard, not daring to be careless at all.

After the old man Ku Rong finished speaking, he was about to continue his move against Leng Yan, but before the move was made, the sword light and sword strike struck him, making him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

For a time, the venue was filled with brilliance and brilliance.

The terrifying energy escapes.

Where the five people present were, the situation was calm.

But all around, the raging sea was churning, constantly setting off huge waves of hundreds of feet. The huge waves kept changing, slamming hard on the sea surface, stirring up billowing water mist.

However, even if Leng Yan's cultivation level was not bad and her strength was stronger, she still had to involve several people present to prevent them from chasing Su Twelve and others with one against four.

The pressure is not easy.

In the field, every time there was a fight between swords and lights, her face became a little paler.

"What a Leng Yan, I thought I had overestimated your strength as much as possible, but I didn't expect... I still underestimated you!"

"However, such secretive methods will greatly overdraw your vitality."

"How long do you think you can last in your current situation?"

Among the four people present, old man Ku Rong, who was also in the late Nascent Soul stage, was obviously the easiest to deal with the sword and light competition.

They kept exchanging blows, noticed Leng Yan's condition, and immediately spoke out!

Leng Yan squinted her eyes, her delicate body trembled slightly, her face was as pale as snow, and the sweat dripping down her forehead had already wet her clothes.

She didn't speak, nor did she stop moving her hands at all.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of old man Kurong, and he continued to speak, "Fellow Daoist Leng, you are a smart man. Don't you think that if you hold the four of us behind, they will be truly safe?"

"I might as well tell you the truth, another half-step Nascent Soul fellow Taoist from Fire Dragon Island, as well as two powerful men from the Golden Core Stage of the Demonic Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty, are waiting for them outside."

"It doesn't matter whether it's you or them today! There is only one way to go, and that is the road to death! If you give up resistance, you can die easier. Otherwise... today will be the end of the world!"

Your body and soul will be destroyed, and you will never be reincarnated forever. "

After saying this, Old Man Kurong turned his eyes and landed on the two level four fire dragons who were trembling with the sword light.

Although the two-headed fire dragon is a human body, its body is full of energy and blood, which is far beyond that of ordinary monks.

After receiving the signal from Old Man Kurong's eyes, one of them's aura surged, and his black hair instantly turned into red.

Then his throat moved and he let out an extremely loud roar, like a muffled thunder.

The voice came out.

In the distance, among the volcanic lava of Fire Dragon Island, a huge fiery red figure rose into the sky.

That figure had the body of a snake but a single horn on its head, and its whole body was covered with fiery red hard scales. It was a hundred feet long, like a small mountain suspended in the air.

This monster is clearly the target of Leng Yan's trip, the half-step fourth-level fire dragon.

The fire dragon dragged its huge body, opened its bloody mouth, and spit out torrents of flames. The huge body swayed and rolled in the clouds.

Although the aura emanating from the flying dance is not as good as that of Nascent Soul Stage monks, it is far superior to ordinary Golden Core Stage monks.

Just tossing and turning, the fire dragon was like a huge fireball meteor, spitting out fire and black smoke, piercing the sky, chasing towards the flying boat.

At the same time, further away in the sky, there were also several rays of light belonging to the golden elixir stage monks flashing across.

Obviously, what the old man Ku Rong said was true.

Those escaping lights are the powerful men of the Golden Core Stage from the Demonic Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Leng Yan did not hesitate to overdraw her vitality, but also fought one against four to buy time for Su Twelve and others to leave.

Seeing such a scene, her pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly, she couldn't help but look worried, and her heart trembled.

She has a strong mind, and she only felt dazed and relaxed for a moment, and then she immediately returned to normal.

But the four people present could not be underestimated.

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From the beginning, the four people's attention was all on Leng Yan.

Old Man Kurong opened his mouth to provoke him with words, and the red-haired fire dragon took the opportunity to call out his half-step fourth-level companions, with the original purpose of disturbing Leng Yan.

The battle between the four swords and lights, which was originally inseparable, was temporarily stagnant due to the cold mood swings.

Seizing the momentary emotional fluctuations, the four of them immediately showed off their unique skills and launched a counterattack.

Extreme move to hedge, explode with a bang

"boom!"

With a shocking loud noise, terrifying energy spread in all directions.

The energy that burst out in this moment, in just an instant, defeated the huge waves of a hundred feet that were set off all around, and evened out all the waves.

The sword-light training was broken, and Leng Yan's natal magic weapon was also broken.

The natal magic weapon is connected to the mind and soul of the monk. After the monk's hard work and true energy sacrifice, it can often exert extremely huge energy beyond normal.

And once such a magic weapon is destroyed, it will have a huge backlash on the owner of the magic weapon.

The cold and beautiful body suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out. Then her body softened and fell to the sea below.

Such a scene is clearly a sign that the magic weapon has backfired, causing the true energy to be exhausted and the qi and blood to surge.

"Whoosh!"

Without wasting the opportunity, almost at the same time, old man Ku Rong's eyes flashed coldly, and under his control, the blood bat sword struck out with a bloody blow that shook the universe.

The sword light was as fast as a shooting star, passing through the cold and charming body in the blink of an eye.

The sword passed by, but there was no blood on Leng Yan's body.

The delicate body swayed slightly again, and under the eyes of everyone, a powerful spiritual source escaped.

The moment the spiritual source disappeared, the cold body turned into a palm-sized paper talisman that exuded a faint mysterious aura, and slowly floated to the sea with the wind.