Chapter 23: Sword Qi Injures Yun Gong!
Wang Yangli, this Cloud Gazing True Person who was supposed to be in control of everyone's fate, seemed to have had enough.
The old man Bai was afraid of being too slow, so he provoked Wang Yang to anger and couldn't wait any longer, so he took action immediately, with a stormy momentum.
Boom!
A loud clap of thunder, a deafening explosion.
This sound actually came from Zhao Ling's body. This arrogant and unruly young man, in a crisis, also knew how to secretly accumulate strength.
A basketball-sized water balloon suddenly flew out.
The blue light ripples in the water, and the air flows, making people involuntarily feel a chill.
The old man's spell was immediately destroyed by the water thunder, but the water thunder did not diminish in power and continued to strike towards the old man.
The old man was crazy but he still knew how to dodge. Under his strenuous dodging, the water bomb finally brushed past him.
It was just an old white-haired arm, but it was struck by a torpedo and disappeared in an instant.
The torpedo struck the rocky wall with a deafening explosion.
The rock wall was blasted open to form a deep pit of about ten zhang in size, with dense cracks resembling a spider web. Countless broken rocks rolled down, and the front rock wall trembled slightly.
Zhao Ling struck without success, his face pale, but anger rose from his heart, and he shouted: "You are prolonging your own life by sacrificing the lives of a group of brothers to these southern barbarians. However, these barbarians may not necessarily follow reason!"
"You can rest assured." Wang Yang's voice came from the dark clouds, with a hint of mockery: "We men of the Southern Frontier always keep our word, unlike you people from the Central Plains who have so many twists and turns in your minds."
Zhou Ling Wang and Bai Lao Weng have already surrounded Zhao Ling.
Zhao Ling sighed and said: "The two masters are doing this to prolong their lives, which is understandable. If it were me, I would also do the same."
"What, are you reminding us that we're all of a kind?" Zhou Ling Wang sneered.
Zhao Lingdao said: "In order to keep the secret, you two must be killing people to silence them. This is something I understand. But there's still one more thing."
"Say."
"I'll kill Ling Sheng first."
"If it weren't for this kid, we wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament. Moreover, he has repeatedly humiliated me several times; if I don't kill him, my anger won't be appeased."
Zhou Ling Wang slightly inclined his body, gesturing for him to go over.
Ling Sheng hid behind the giant rock.
That place was not bad, the golden giant wheel pressed down, with a loud momentum, just now the water thunder hit the rock wall, the stones splashed, all hitting the surface of the giant stone, but let Ling Sheng hiding behind safely.
But it seems his luck has run out.
Zhao Ling's eyes sparkled with determination, and after defeating Ling Sheng, he was ready to surrender.
Absolutely impossible!
He grabbed Ling Sheng's corpse as a shield and threw it at Zhou Ling Wang Bai Lao Weng, then desperately ran away, although the hope was slim, but there was no choice.
He let out a sigh, his hands condensing into icy fists as he walked behind the giant rock.
"Lin Sheng, accept your death!"
Zhao Ling threw the water bomb over there.
Whoosh!
A golden light flashed across the sky, piercing through the air with a chilling coldness.
The valley is bright and clear.
At the same time, the ground shook with a loud rumble, but there was no blood splattering as imagined.
After the giant stone was removed, a deep pit appeared, but there was no sign of Ling Xue.
The sky resounded with a shrill whistle, like the furious roar of tigers and leopards.
The dark cloud blocking the mountain valley was torn apart by a golden light, splitting into two.
The sword light was as swift as lightning, and Wang Yang, standing at the edge of the cloud, noticed that the valley below had been injured by the sword light. In an instant, the golden sword light touched the Achilles tendon, but burst out from the front of Wang Yang's thigh.
The majestic Cloudy Seal True Person was actually cut off at an angle and had his legs severed.
Wang Yang fell backwards onto the dark clouds behind him, his mouth open in a furious roar. The red snake rapidly expanded, transforming into a gigantic red serpent over ten zhang long, flying upwards like a red dragon.
Three people at the bottom of the valley were dumbfounded.
Just as the sword light stabbed Wang Yang, a figure flew out from the gap in the rock wall at the top of the valley, shooting out like an arrow.
In mid-air with no place to borrow strength, just as he was about to fall, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the edge of a dark cloud, flipped over and jumped onto the cloud.
Win!
This small figure, who had disappeared from view after a single sword fight and was unknowingly forgotten by the crowd, suddenly launched a surprise attack at this moment and succeeded with one blow.
Everyone thought that after this kid's one sword energy, his true energy would be exhausted, so no one would take him to heart again. They just wanted to wait for the curtain of the fight to fall and then kill him easily. But nobody expected that at this time, he actually released another sword energy that was not inferior to the previous one.
Pure golden sword energy, sharp to the extreme, cold and unparalleled, even Yun Gang True Man couldn't withstand it.
It was a matter of seconds from the time Ling Sheng emitted his sword energy to when he flipped over and jumped onto the dark cloud, no more than two breaths had passed.
Ling Sheng's palm was filled with blood like a gushing spring, and he pressed one palm on the dark cloud. In an instant, he had a close connection with the dark cloud. As soon as his mind moved, the dark cloud suddenly flew into motion.
The high-ranking members of the Qing Wang Sect have long practiced Gu techniques, using Gu insects as substitutes for their feet. For example, Wang Yang's red snake is enough to serve as a mount. Only a very few people can condense and refine cloud energy, transforming it into clouds, from which they can ride on clouds and drive the fog.
The Qing Wang Shen Jiao's Huayun method is indeed mysterious, but it has a fatal weakness, that is, the condensation is not enough for 100 days, and it is easy to be taken away by others.
This dark cloud must have been gathering for a hundred days.
Just now a sword energy split the dark cloud in two, one big and one small. Wang Yang fell on the larger dark cloud, while Ling Sheng rode on the smaller dark cloud, only about five meters away, which was not even as large as a bed.
Ling Sheng's blood seeped into the dark clouds, establishing a subtle connection, and with a slight movement of his heart, he instantly rode the clouds away.
Wang Yang angrily roared repeatedly, and the red giant snake flew into the air, chasing after Ling Sheng.
At this moment, a blue light came from below, just above the dark clouds.
This blue light is very swift and also quite close.
Ling Sheng furrowed his brow but didn't stop him.
Blue light enveloped the dark cloud, and then a graceful figure followed closely behind. It was Lin Yun, who had been seriously injured. Thinking that she couldn't escape, it turned out that Ling Sheng had obtained a thread of life. Lin Yun urged her remaining true energy, ignoring her injuries, and used magic to leap onto the dark cloud, entrusting her life to Ling Sheng's hands.
Ling Sheng looked back and saw the dark clouds rushing towards the valley below with a loud whoosh.
The red snake let out a loud hiss, and had no choice but to descend. However, in the mountain valley, its body was too massive, so it could only shrink down a bit. This took up another half breath of time, giving Ling Sheng an opportunity to catch his breath.
Zhao Lingxian was taken aback at first, but then overjoyed. The direction that Ling Sheng and Wu Yun flew towards was exactly the exit of the mountain valley in front of him.
Zhou Ling Wang and Bai Lao Weng were both utterly shocked.
Zhao Ling casually threw two water bombs, forcing the two men back, and rushed towards the dark cloud that was pressing down on Ling Sheng.
It all happened in a flash, from Ling Sheng's sudden attack to Zhao Ling's arrival, it was only three breaths.
Three breaths.
Ling Sheng's expression was cold and indifferent, his true energy stirring the sword dan, a strand of golden sword energy shooting out.
Zhao Ling's eyebrow was pierced at the moment, and before he could let out a roar of anger, he had already fallen backwards onto his face.

