The space in the secret room was very small, and in order to avoid destroying the formation he had set up, the Holy Lord did not use spells with a large attack range, but chose melee combat!

For Fa Xiu, melee combat is often where the weakness lies. Ordinary cultivators are accustomed to keeping a distance in order to bring out the best in their spells. This is the genius of the Holy Lord, he is a dual cultivator of law and martial arts, not only the magic is mysterious, but even the martial arts are extremely attained.

Originally, I thought that although Cheng Ling's cultivation had improved extremely quickly, how much time had he only been cultivating? In other words, even if the realm caught up, the foundation precipitation was very weak, and he could win it in an instant.

never thought that Cheng Ling was not nervous about his attack at all, but lowered his head slightly, and his figure flashed with his fingers. Then, he also put his fingers together, and pointed at the vital point of his chest.

The Holy Lord stretched out his left palm to block the fingers, but he felt a faint numbness in his arm. With a solemn expression, this disciple is not simple!

He didn't know that Cheng Ling's heart had already blossomed, and since he came to the Star Realm, he had no chance to use swordsmanship against the enemy, and almost every battle was a long-distance spell attack, even if he met a martial cultivator or a demon clan in the same realm, he rarely encountered this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

On the other hand, he didn't dare to use a large range of spell attacks, for fear of touching those silk threads and causing damage to Yang Hongqiu.

The two of them come and go in a small space, and Cheng Ling is even more like a fish in water. He had already raised the realm of the sword to the peak of the third-layer heart sword, where his heart was going and where the sword was going, now he was just missing the sword weapon bonus of the dragon feather sword.

The subtle sword moves kept flashing in his mind, and he was moving around every inch as he wished, and he also attacked the Holy Lord's flaws from time to time.

The Holy Lord was more and more shocked, he couldn't imagine that Cheng Ling's hand-to-hand combat ability was so strong, he couldn't take it after such a stalemate, and the opponent's moves were becoming more and more difficult to resist. After a fierce battle for half an hour, I don't know if the Holy Lord specially instructed it, or if this place is really a forbidden place as the old man said before, and no one came to disturb it.

The Holy Lord's eyes shone with a dazzling light and said, "Cheng Ling, you are very good. If you are no longer obsessed, after the ascension of this saint, the position of the holy lord of the Five Spirits Sect will be none other than you. ”

Cheng Ling sneered and said, "If you have the ability to beat me, you will talk about it!"

The Holy Lord's face showed anger, and he said in a cold voice: "If you are stubborn, this Holy will open your eyes!"

After speaking, the two sword fingers in both hands were wrong, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly increased, and in less than a moment, two rays of qi appeared on his fingers. The aura was uncertain, like an illusory sword extending from his arm!

The sharp air rubbed against the air, making a "snort" sound.

Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, and the degree of condensation of his aura made him smack his tongue, worthy of being the holy master of the Five Spirits Sect, the immortal spirit power in his body was mellow to the extreme, as if even the void was about to be torn apart!

As soon as the Holy Lord's right arm stretched out, his two fingers went towards the critical point of Cheng Ling's eyebrows.

Cheng Ling's head tilted back, the slightest difference flashed, and he was about to fight back sideways, who would have thought that the aura above his fingers would grow suddenly, like the snake letter of a long snake, and the distance was extended by a few inches.

Masters compete with each other, and the victory or defeat is often a millimeter. Cheng Ling was caught off guard, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, but instinctively raised his right arm, and his body took a few turns, dripping and turning several times before escaping the aura shroud, but a layer of scalp had been cut off from his forehead.

The vitality was carried, and the wound on his head soon recovered. But the Holy Lord's attacks also followed, and the aura between his fingers fluctuated in length and shortness, making it difficult to grasp the sense of distance.

Cheng Ling didn't dare to use the subtle body change to dodge the Holy Lord's moves, but unfolded the Shadowless Thunder Empty Body Method, avoiding its edge, and circled around the Holy Lord's body, leaving illusory afterimages in the secret room.

The Holy Lord was slightly angry, and the sword fingers of both hands continued to strike, but each time it was a little worse, and he could only hit the afterimage of Zhongcheng Ling.

His face sank, his right foot took three steps forward, then one step back, two steps to the left, two steps to the right, and the speed of his finger technique suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, all directions seemed to be swallowing out of the breath, no matter which direction Cheng Ling's real body flashed, it seemed that he couldn't dodge.

Cheng Ling was secretly shocked in his heart, although the Holy Lord's steps were simple, they were secretly in line with the direction of the gossip. With himself as the middle palace, the qi of the hands changed with the footwork, Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, the eight directions are all attacks, without a trace of gap.

The essence in his eyes flashed, and the sword finger in his hand was slightly towards the shock position. The power of the thunder in his body was instantly channeled to his fingertips, and the aura of the Holy Lord was instantly defeated, not only that, but he also used the aura of the Holy Lord to increase the power of his sword fingers.

The two shocks overlapped, and the repercussions were huge, and in terms of understanding the direction of the gossip, Cheng Ling was obviously above the Holy Lord. If it weren't for the scruples that the use of the Great Thunder Falling Technique would involve Yang Hongqiu, the power generated by that move just now would be even greater.

The Holy Lord obviously didn't expect this, and Cheng Ling's finger not only bombarded his aura back, but also had a hint of sharpness. This force tore his defensive circle apart in an instant, revealing a huge gap.

He didn't know that Cheng Ling had already poured all ten percent of his sword intent into it! Seeing that his finger was about to point at the vital point of his body, his hands hurriedly retreated and superimposed in front of him.

"Huh~!"

With a soft sound, the two forces collided together to produce a powerful explosive force, and Cheng Ling and the Holy Lord unconsciously took a few steps back, which counteracted the anti-shock force.

The Holy Lord was furious, for the first time in more than a thousand years, someone had forced himself to retreat! A trace of flushing flashed on his face, and the frequency of his fingers accelerated again, like a storm, taking Cheng Ling's upper, middle and lower three ways.

Furious fingers slammed into the walls of the chamber, piercing deep holes that were inches deep.

Cheng Ling's sword move was dismantled, seizing the gap in the shock position, and the thunder sword technique kept hitting out. The attacks of the two of them became more and more urgent, and gradually a layer of qi was diffused on their bodies, but in this way, it was difficult to control the attack within the range around them.

The missing qi and sword qi dispersed in the secret room, and in less than a moment, most of the silk threads connected to Yang Hongqiu's body were cut off.

At this time, they were looking at the gap between the two sides, and they fought each other fiercely, and the two retreated. But after the colliding energy was entangled for a moment, it burst out again in an instant, and in just a few breaths, those silk threads were all cut off!

Cheng Ling was shocked, ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly looked at Yang Hongqiu.

The Holy Lord also hung his heart in his throat, there were still a few days left before the Spirit Formation could be successful, and he fell short at this juncture, and he didn't know what the result would become!

"Huh!", Yang Hongqiu woke up leisurely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Ling and the Holy Lord, who were about to speak, but there was a sharp pain in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a painful moan!

Cheng Ling instantly moved to her side, took out a few Soul Returning Pills from the ring and fed them into her mouth, and asked, "Master, how are you?"

"Ah~!" Yang Hongqiu held his head in pain and said to Cheng Ling: "You go quickly, get out of here!"

"No, I'm going to take you with me!" Cheng Ling hurriedly refused and said categorically.

"Hmph!" the Holy Lord snorted coldly and said indifferently, "Do you want to go?"

Cheng Ling was extremely angry and scolded: "My day, you are an old horseman, you are still called the Holy Lord in vain, and you even set up such an evil formation, if the speculation is correct, my master's head disease must be your hands and feet!"

"Ignorant child, there is no place for you to speak here!Qiu'er, stay here, this saint will definitely treat you well!" After speaking, he stretched out a palm, as if he wanted to help Yang Hongqiu up.

Cheng Ling's figure flashed, blocking between the two, his hands were linked, and there was a faint thunder shining on his fingertips, and the fierce move was about to start!

Perhaps it was the effect of the Soul Returning Pill, the pain in Yang Hongqiu's head was finally reduced a little, and seeing that Cheng Ling was about to make a move, he hurriedly pulled him and said, "Cheng Ling, don't make a move, you can't beat him!"

Cheng Ling was stunned and said, "Master, don't be afraid, I fought with him for more than an hour just now, and I didn't see anything wrong, we will definitely be able to leave safely!"

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, took a step forward, bent his five fingers slightly, and grabbed the two of them in the air. The two of them suddenly felt a powerful suction force coming from his palm, and their bodies involuntarily leaned forward.

Cheng Ling's face changed, his sword pointed a little towards the void, and the Great Thunder Falling Technique fell in response, and he slammed straight towards the Holy Lord's head. But before the purple thunder fell overhead, the Holy Lord's left hand swept at will, and the thunder was slapped to the right like a falling bird.

"Boom~!"

Purple thunder slammed into the wall on the right side of the palace, instantly blasting a gap that was almost a foot high.

Cheng Ling's heart froze, it was the first time that he had been defeated at will! Could it be that he didn't exert all his strength in the previous battle?

The Holy Lord smiled slightly and said, "Yes, it actually contains a trace of the artistic conception of the Purple Night Divine Thunder, and your thunder spell is even higher than Qiu'er." Cheng Ling, this saint appreciates you more and more, and again, if you are willing to let go and stay in the Five Spirits Sect, after this saint ascends, you will be the holy master of the Five Spirits Sect!"

Yang Hongqiu's face changed, and he hurriedly struggled to come to Cheng Ling's side, blocking him behind him, staring at the Holy Lord with blazing eyes, and after a while, he said with hatred: "Dad, you can do whatever you want to me, but he is my apprentice, you can't make a move on him!"

Cheng Ling's body shook wildly, a pair of eyes stared at the back of Yang Hongqiu's beautiful head and couldn't speak, and then looked at the Holy Lord, saw the other party sighed, and said: "This apprentice you accepted is really amazingly talented, but he is too ignorant of current affairs, and this saint still insists on going his own way despite his good words and persuasion." In that case, stay here today!"

After speaking, his right hand pulled back, and the two of them seemed to be pulled by a silk thread, and their bodies approached him at great speed, and they saw him claw with both hands and grab them by the neck.

Cheng Ling was naturally unwilling, and slapped his palms continuously, and layers of ice walls blocked the two of them, wanting to block the strong suction of the other party.

However, the Holy Lord's left hand flicked continuously, and every time he flicked, a small fire dragon appeared from the palm of his hand, dozens of fire dragons were lifelike, and even the scales on their bodies were clearly transformed, such a condensed spell attack was rare in the world!