Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1255 Nascent Soul Monk
Ling Yichen's Broken Sky Sword hummed and swung in front of him, forming a blue-purple light shield that shredded the poisoned crossbow arrows into pieces.

Lin Fan's eyes were as fast as lightning, and he raised the sword in his hand. After a series of "ding-dong" sounds, a dozen arrows appeared in front of him.

It turned out to be a two-pronged sneak attack.

"Hey~" The old man's voice came again in the darkness, "I didn't expect you guys to have some skills!"

"You are such a coward!" Du Xingyu stood beside Lin Fan and yelled, "You only use hidden weapons, and you don't even dare to show your head? You are only fit to hide underground and do these shady things!"

"Provocation doesn't work on me!" The old man's voice was full of contempt and ridicule, "But young people with your abilities are indeed rare. It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time..."

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

He was wearing red and black clothes, which were tattered and covered like a layer of bamboo hats, and it was impossible to tell whether he was fat or thin.

Judging from his face, he was only in his forties, but the skin around his eyes was sunken, the whites of his eyes were scarlet, as if they were about to bleed, and even his pupils looked faintly red.

The hair was a mixture of black and white, and was combed meticulously. On top of the bun was a tall crown made of some unknown bird feathers. It was also a mixture of black and red, forming a strange pattern.

He narrowed his eyes, completely ignoring the people in front of him, and walked out leisurely.

As soon as they walked out of the passage, Ao Hen, who had been sticking to the stone chamber since early morning, turned into a black shadow, and the sword on his waist slashed towards the people below with a bloody wind.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't even raise his head, but just snorted contemptuously: "A mere trifle!" Several black chains flew out of his sleeves and instantly entangled Ao Hen's waist knife.

A strange glow flowed on the surface of the chain, which actually began to corrode the hardened knife, making it impossible for him to break free for a moment.

Ling Yichen took the opportunity to attack, and his Broken Sky Sword pierced straight into the opponent's open goal.

The old man raised his other hand slightly, and a black fog swept in. In the black fog, countless skulls bared their fangs and claws, with a disgusting stench, and turned into substance and pounced on Ling Yichen.

Ling Yichen didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he immediately drew his sword and turned around, dodging in a panic.

The black fog did not stop because of Ling Yichen's evasion, but pursued him relentlessly. Ling Yichen's wide robe sleeves accidentally touched the black fog that was shattered by the sword, and were instantly corroded into holes.

Ling Yichen was horrified and retreated repeatedly. His previous domineering aura had long disappeared without a trace.

Du Xingyu seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and quickly opened Yunxiu Zhao when Ling Yichen passed by.

The off-white umbrella spread out behind Ling Yichen, and the runes on the umbrella extended outward, forming a large golden formation, successfully blocking the rushing black fog outside.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Du Xingyu grinned.

Ling Yichen had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old man opposite him calmly forming a seal with one hand.

The blood groove on the ground suddenly cracked and enlarged, and dark red blood gushed out. Continuous black gas rose from the blood and gathered into the black fog blocked by the umbrella.

The black fog expanded several times in an instant and became violent. It kept hitting the umbrella and tried to drill in through the gaps in the runes.

"Oh my god!" Du Xingyu felt the strain and held the umbrella handle tightly with both hands, but still took two steps back unconsciously, "This is too much for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two hands appeared above the umbrella handle.

With the support of Lin Fan and Ling Yichen, Yunxiu Zhao's runes became brighter, and the golden light seemed to be burning, burning the black mist and causing it to evaporate continuously, shrinking.

Seeing this, Lin Fan drew a flaming talisman in the air.

The golden rune was pushed into the black fog. With a shout of "bang" from Lin Fan, a hole was burned through the black fog, revealing the old man's surprised face.

Ling Yichen seized the opportunity, inserted the Broken Sky Sword into the ground, and made hand gestures to inject spiritual power into it.

The emerald green light sank into the ground along the Broken Sky Sword, and for a moment it even overshadowed the lightning on the sword.

The next moment, in the open space between the two sides, thousands of wood spirit branches suddenly broke out from the ground and turned into extremely hard thorns that stabbed towards the people on the opposite side.

The old man didn't expect these brats to be able to hold out for so long. Are they really disciples of the three major sects? Oh, he underestimated them!

He stared at the three people behind the umbrella with burning eyes and made seals with his hands.

The ground where the vines were located had cracked over a large area, causing the vines' foundation to become unstable.

Then, scorching magma gushed out, and the vines summoned by the wood spell quickly charred and withered in the high temperature. "How could there be underground fire here?!" Ling Yichen was incredulous.

Du Xingyu was also dumbfounded: "This is the southwest, there are no volcanoes, where does the underground fire come from? Besides, we didn't go down that deep, did we?"

If the underground fire can be mobilized so easily, how hot would it be around here?
"It's not earth fire," Lin Fan shook his head, "it's blood. He added a status to the blood."

Aohen finally took advantage of the fact that the old man was doubly restrained by Ling Yichen and the others and cut off the chains that were entangled with him.

The corroded sword slashed out a half-moon-shaped light and slashed at the old man again. However, it was easily blocked by the bronze banner that flew out of the old man's sleeve, and the recoil force made his palm numb.

“He’s not a Jindan cultivator!” Aohen finally stopped smiling and quickly flew towards Lin Fan and the others, “He’s a Yuanying cultivator!”

"You have good eyesight, kid!" The old man pulled the corners of his mouth and raised his hands again.

Seeing this, Lin Fan immediately threw a talisman behind Ao Hen.

The old man was afraid of their frequent tactics and paused for a moment.

The next moment the talisman exploded in the air, releasing a dazzling light.

Yun Xiuzhao's umbrella weakened the strong light, but Lin Fan and the other two were not affected. Ao Hen rubbed his eyes and successfully met up with them.

However, the black mist around the old man condensed into eyes, which were still able to lock onto everyone's position in the strong light.

It was not known whether his eyes were affected, but the blood on the ground turned into a river, roaring and pouring down on them.

“Nascent Soul?! The damn Canghai Sect is hiding a Nascent Soul?!”

Du Xingyu wanted to bite Canghai Sect and those people to death. Before, he always felt that Taixu Palace was fake and not a decent person, but now compared with Canghai Sect, Taixu Palace can be regarded as having a high moral character.

How could a sect with a Nascent Soul be in such a state of decline?
He knew he was no match for his opponent, but the Yunxiu Zhao in his hand spun out a green tornado, and he flew up and collided with the blood-red river, turning the wide river surface into pieces of shattered web curtains.

The wind blew the broken blood away, trying to create a space for the three people below.

Ling Yichen's wood spiritual roots had no advantage, and he relied entirely on the lightning power of the Broken Sky Sword to cut off the blood flow and approached the old man.

Although he was a sword cultivator, he had just entered the Golden Core stage and was a wood element, so his attack power was not that strong. Even with the Broken Sky Sword in his hand, he could not break through for a long time.

"You can't! Give me the sword!" Ao Hen passed by Ling Yichen from behind and reached out to him.

Ling Yichen gritted his teeth, wrapped a thick layer of wooden vines around the hilt of the Duanxiao sword, and threw it out.

When Aohen's hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword, the blood net in the air suddenly jumped in front of Aohen, forming an impenetrable waterfall.

Aohen used his sword to chop. The extremely hard blade made a "sizzling" sound when it touched the blood.

"My sword!" Ling Yichen was also among those being blocked. He watched helplessly as the Broken Sky Sword was covered by the bloody tentacles. With his eyes wide open, he threw out the vines to try to snatch it away.

The two condensed sword energies brought with them an unstoppable force that suddenly cut the winding blood net into several sections. The strong momentum caused the broken blood sections to remain suspended in the air for a period of time, unable to be connected.

"Brother Ling, go and protect Brother Du!" Lin Fan's voice passed by Ling Yichen's ears, "Leave this to us!"

Before Ling Yichen could react, he saw a black shadow jumping out from the hole woven by the blood net.

On the other side, Ao Hen grasped the Broken Sky Sword, and lightning flashed instantly. He split the blood river with one sword and instantly disappeared behind the blood.

no……

Ling Yichen was a little confused.

He seems to be the golden elixir...

"Senior Brother Ling! Senior Brother Ling, help me!"

Looking up, he saw Du Xingyu holding an umbrella with one hand, being besieged by countless blood nets in mid-air, twisting and turning, and howling at him.

The situation did not allow Ling Yichen to think too much, and the vines carried him up and flew forward quickly.

"I am coming!"