Journey to the head

Chapter 412 Killing and Retreating

Zhang Wei screamed in pain, turned around suddenly, and saw a flying sword stained with blood finally appearing, spinning lightly in the air.

When his consciousness moved, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Any spiritual weapon that can fly and hurt people must be controlled by the master using spiritual power and divine consciousness as a link. Once you feel this bond, you can trace the source and find the person who controls the treasure.

But this flying sword is empty up and down, with no support left or right. There is no connecting link at all, and its operator can't be seen!

how did you do that!

Taking another closer look, this flying sword is crystal clear, transparent and very familiar.

Isn't this the weapon of the former Xuanguang Sect elder He Yangchen!

Before he could react, the flying sword shook lightly, shaking off all the blood, and then flashed through the air, disappearing without a trace.

Zhang Wei's hair stood on end. As soon as he moved, he heard the warning sound of thunder around him. Hundreds of transparent water whips suddenly stretched out in the air. The current was rapid, rolling like tentacles, and wrapped around him!

Zhang Wei yelled, surging up his remaining spiritual power, not caring about the wound that was still bleeding. He slashed with left sword and right sword, lightning surged, thunder exploded, and he quickly turned around and struck.

There was a loud roar, and a whirlpool of thunder clashed out from the surrounding water whips. Zhang Wei's consciousness swept across the Shenzhou in front of him.

There are thirty or forty Yunshan disciples here, with various law enforcement weapons, spiritual power and spiritual consciousness intertwined with each other, and it is impossible to tell who is doing it.

This mysterious enemy is actually still able to hide his cultivation, remain invisible, and maintain the spiritual pressure of a qi-training monk!

Zhang Wei only felt a chill. He gritted his teeth and fled into the distance in a flash.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the mysterious man finally couldn't hold himself back anymore and turned into a dodge light to chase him out.

"Xuanguang Sect disciples, attack!"

Thunder surged, thunderbolts flew across the sky, and among the deep blue, there was a touch of purple that made one's hair stand on end. Like a dragon or a python, it shot towards the person coming!

Dao Wen Lei Sheng!

Zhang Wei's eyes widened, he twisted his body, and all his spiritual power poured into the sword!

Finally caught you!

The lightning movie was so fast that before the man could react, he was directly hit by the green thunder and purple lightning!

At this time, Zhang Wei saw clearly that this mysterious enemy was a female cultivator with a graceful figure, a bright face, and smart immortal talents.

Her appearance instantly overlapped with the shadow figures she had seen before. This was Wu Yan, the head disciple of the Yunshan Sect!

Zhang Wei sneered, gripped the sword tightly, summoned up the last remaining spiritual power, and stepped back.

At this time, a vague and illusory wave of foundation-building spiritual pressure that seemed to exist and sometimes disappeared, sometimes condensed and sometimes dispersed, was transmitted!

This is a Taoist priest in the early stage of foundation building.

However, in the next moment, the thunder exploded, and in a sea of ​​purple lightning and green light, Wu Yan's figure rippled like water waves!

The swords struck loudly, thunder surged, and cracks appeared on the swords.

But isn’t she in the advanced stage of Qi training? How could it suddenly become the early stage of foundation building?

Regardless of that, she was caught off guard by a frontal blow from me, Qing Ting and Purple Lightning, and had no time to use a defensive weapon. She would have been seriously injured even if she didn't die.

Zhang Wei's eyes widened, the thunder around him crackled again as a warning, and then a flying sword pierced his back and pierced his heart!

With a "wow" sound, blood spurted out from Zhang Wei's mouth. In his hazy vision, he saw Wu Yan move away gently and deftly, as if she had never been hit by thunder.

What's this? Dao pattern?

Sure enough, as a guest, you shouldn't be so desperate. With endless doubts and regrets, he sank into endless darkness forever.

Zhang Wei's body fell straight down. Under the awed gazes of the surrounding Frost Leaf Alliance monks, and amid the panicked shouts of the Xuanguang Sect disciples, Wu Yan raised the Shadowless Sword high and shouted loudly: "Frost Leaf Alliance, attack!"

The rumbling spiritual power light cannon exploded again. Wu Yan's figure flashed nimbly and once again restrained the foundation-building spiritual pressure. However, water whips, water cannons, water needles, water tornadoes, and water spouts appeared in the air like the shadow of death. When the light-penetrating shadowless sword moved, wherever she passed, the disciples of the Xuanguang Sect had no time to react, and were killed and injured by the antelope's horned, traceless attack.

boom!

The second floating ship of the Xuanguang Sect exploded again, and the screams of the monks in the ship were heard.

On the remaining three floating ships, the disciples of the Xuanguang Sect had lost their morale, and a large number of monks began to abandon the ships and flee in all directions.

Xu Chengyun, who was besieging Wang Yu, suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. Why was another one of our aerospace ships destroyed?

Where is Zhang Wei? Why can't I see a foundation-building escape light?

He stopped in surprise, and Wang Yu, who was at the end of his strength, took a breather, and let out a long roar as his breath filled his chest and lungs.

In the distance, Wu Yan, who was about to continue her efforts to completely destroy the Xuanguang Sect fleet, heard a long roar coming from afar, and her expression changed involuntarily.

This was a retreat signal from Wang Yu.

What a pity. If only you could give me one more time to burn incense.

Wu Yan was unwilling to accept it, but she had to order her to retreat quickly.

So the three injured Shenzhou ships launched a final round of bombardment, destroying many of the enemy's fleeing magic weapons, causing the Xuanguang Sect disciples to scream and fall into the sky. Then the sails swelled and the power was fully activated as they quickly evacuated the battlefield. .

On the other side, Wang Yu, who had let out a long roar, was at the end of his strength and could not even stand firmly.

At this moment, one of his left arms was hanging limply by his side. The round shield had long been shattered and fell, and shocking scars were all over his body. Cutting injuries from invisible sound waves, blunt injuries from hammer blows, and penetrating injuries from flying swords. Some wounds even exposed bones and internal organs!

With such injuries, ordinary people would have died many times!

But Wang Yu could still hold on to his energy and fight with his halberd. Two of the three people who besieged him were in the late stage of foundation building, and one was in the middle stage of foundation building. They obviously beat him hard and formed a crushing situation, but they just couldn't kill him.

Several times I felt like I was going to kill him successfully, but I missed it by just a tiny bit.

Wang Yu is like an extremely tough cowhide drum. If it is hammered hard, the drum surface will be dented and it will rebound again, but it cannot be broken directly.

Moreover, as the fierce battle began, Wang Hao and Liang Zhixing, who were directly attacking Wang Yu, were inexplicably poisoned. Only then did they realize that the poison on the euphorbia in Wang Yu's hand was so strange that it could spread as long as it was touched.

In this way, Wang Yu, who was in the early stage of foundation building, actually managed to last for a cup of tea under the siege of three people!

The beating made Xu Chengyun and Wang Hao uncontrollably shocked. How could there be such a difficult monk in the Yunshan Sect besides the little thief Lu Gan?

Wang Yu must be killed here, and he must not be allowed to grow!

Xu Chengyun gritted his teeth and no longer paid attention to the aerospace ship battlefield in the distance, but with a flick of his fingers, he joined the battle group again.

I must kill you, you can't escape!

A figure suddenly shot up from the ground, and the familiar spiritual pressure rose again. The person stretched out his palm, and a cloud of phantom colors exploded, covering everyone in it.

Dao pattern·mirage!

(End of this chapter)