Nanfeng burned his eyes with hatred, and vowed to kill Ling Xuanluo in Yunnan, but he never got his wish, so all kinds of hidden weapons shot one after another, falling like raindrops. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Xuanluo used Zen Gong to form phantom soldiers, and with them as cover, he was completely unafraid of the attack of the south wind.

He hid behind the wall of light and shadow, and as the battle situation changed, he commanded this small army with the Spiral Star Pointing Sky Sword, constantly switching between attack and defense, and seemed to be free.

Nanfeng tried to win by numbers, sparing no effort to launch poison weapons, but all of them were stopped by the phantom soldiers. I saw that their sword moves were skillful and uniform, pulling out a thick light curtain sword screen, no matter how small the poisonous needles were, none of them could penetrate the past.

At this time, the red forest corridor seems to have become a battlefield of gods and ghosts, with light and shadow and black smoke everywhere, fighting each other, frightening the clouds in the sky and fleeing in all directions. The trees on the ground were uprooted, and the branches and leaves swirled wildly in the wind. No matter how big or small, the stones were swept into the air and smashed down, smashing one deep pit after another in the mud.

In the first round of fighting, Ling Xuanluo used the explosive power of three thousand phantom soldiers to blow up the ghost soldiers and narrowly win. At this time, the second round begins, and the battle can be regarded as entering the white-hot stage.

Although he could use the Pointing Heaven Zen Divine Skill to defeat ten thousand with one enemy, he still felt terrified in the face of such a huge number of steel soul soldiers.

No matter how difficult an enemy is, if they can find their weaknesses or flaws, they can develop corresponding tactics, but these steel soul soldiers, no matter how they use the dazzling sword to slash horizontally and vertically, they can also turn into smoke in front of the middle sword and retreat. And once it lands again, the parts of the body are combined again, and after being closed, they return to the ghost body, and they are engaged in battle again as if nothing happened.

Ling Xuanluo's worries were not limited to this Divine Realm Resistance Battle. He was thinking more about the battle of the Six Realms that he was about to face. With this style of play of the ghost soldiers, they are only afraid that the spirit boy soldiers of Jiluo Mountain will not be their opponents.

Worry is worry, and he has to concentrate on the battle in front of him.

The mist of battle between the Phantom Soldier and the Steel Soul Soldier was half-drunk, and finally suppressed it with a dazzling light, so Ling Xuanluo's eyesight recovered, and he could see a small black needle, all swept down by his army with the Fingering Sword.

Even if one of these poisonous needles drilled into his body, he was afraid that he would have been poisoned and fell to the ground now. When recalling the Tongxian Grand Ceremony, the poisonous needle launched by the fake Li Yin with the Longxiao Sword was swept down by Xi Mutong with the Ice Beast Whip, and these two hidden weapons are the same.

The second round of combat lasted for a long time, and although the Steel Soul Soldiers were outnumbered, they were unable to subdue them because they were light and could always find a gap to escape. On the contrary, their blazing light, but the black smoke could not withstand it, and they seemed to be restrained everywhere, and finally retreated and defeated.

Ling Xuanluo commanded three thousand phantom soldiers to win the second battle, and after the steel soul soldiers were repulsed, the phantom soldiers all returned to their positions with their swords in hand, no longer moving, waiting for new orders.

Nanfeng and Yan Jiu couldn't believe that tens of thousands of ghost soldiers would lose the battle against Ling Xuanluo alone, and at the beginning, both of them were bluffed.

But then, Elder Nanfeng took the lead in breaking the silence of the battlefield, and after crying and holding his old face for a long time, he finally broke out, and began to scold again, scolding Yan Jiu for being useless.

However, he scolded and scolded, but he was not convinced at all. In his opinion, it was only a truce now, the Steel Soul Soldiers had not lost a single member, and their combat effectiveness was still strong.

And those three thousand phantom soldiers were all refined by Ling Xuanluo with the internal power of Finger Heaven Zen, as long as his strength was exhausted, he would be defeated without a fight, so what they had to do now was to consume time, and they had to drag him to death!

(To be continued.) )