my goddess school flower

Prince Qiao is not afraid of the joint attack of these people at all. Now, he is already at the peak of the seventh level, and his physical strength is already comparable to the eighth level. With the addition of the three distractions, his mental strength is already comparable to the beginning of the ninth level. Therefore, fighting against the eighth level alone will only win.

However, this gang of Wudang sects were not fools. After mobilizing their sword energy to attack for a long time, they found that there was nothing they could do to Prince Qiao. Therefore, each one of them didn't shoot out sword energy, but relied on extraordinary sword skills to attack close to him.

Ten eight-level forces working together, Wang Ziqiao can't stand it, but Wang Ziqiao can hide in the wind, and it is impossible for people of the same level to find out.

An eighth-level old man pierced Prince Qiao's body with a sword, but he found that the body slowly faded away, and it turned out to be just an afterimage.

The next moment, Wang Ziqiao suddenly appeared behind this person and slapped the top of his head.

Snapped!

His brain almost burst, and the huge shock made the eighth-level dizzy and bleeding from his orifices.

However, he did not die, and after a roar, he tried to turn around and attack.

However, in Wang Ziqiao's palm, countless silk-like energy lines suddenly drilled out, passing through the scalp and directly entering his brain.

The more intense this level eight struggles and resists, the more willpower the cup of love can swallow.

"Ah... let go of my senior brother!" Another eighth-level howl slashed at Wang Ziqiao, the sword light flickered, he stepped out, came behind Wang Ziqiao, and approached Wang Ziqiao's neck.

But Wang Ziqiao turned around and faced the eighth level controlled by him towards Jianmang. Seeing this, the other party hurriedly withdrew his sword.

Another eighth level seized the opportunity, came to Wang Ziqiao's back in a flash, stabbed forward with a long sword, and hit Wang Ziqiao's back.

But behind Wang Ziqiao, a wall of wind suddenly rose, driving Wang Ziqiao and the eighth-level controlled by him to spin rapidly. The figures of the two, in the wind wall, seemed to merge together, making the surroundings who were trying to attack Humans simply can't do anything.

Because no one is sure whether his sword will hurt himself, for a while, nine and eight levels can only surround Prince Qiao, and he doesn't know what to do.

After about a few minutes, the cup of love was almost eaten, and Prince Qiao laughed out loud, shaking his hands and shattering the eighth-level's head.

boom!

The head was broken, and the soul naturally couldn't stay any longer. As soon as it came out, it was swallowed by Prince Joe's ghost slave. At this time, although the ghost could not enter the ninth level, it was comparable to the eighth level. Its soul It is already very strong, and the fluctuations in mental power make people tremble.

When the eighth level was shot dead, Wang Ziqiao's figure suddenly disappeared from the wind wall. When the wind wall was over, the nine eighth levels around him saw that Wang Ziqiao disappeared, and all of them raised their beards in anger. Unfortunately, they Without seeing Wang Ziqiao, he couldn't feel his spiritual power.

In other words, Prince Joe can launch a sneak attack on any of them at any time.

"Combine three and three to prevent him from attacking!" One of the old men at the end of the eighth level told everyone.

Nine eighth levels, just a combination of three and three, back to back, with internal strength running through, each defending one side, and it will not suffer against the ninth level.

Wang Ziqiao, who was observing secretly, found that it was really difficult to win, so he focused his attention on other people. There are still a lot of seventh-levels there, and now killing the seventh-level is as easy as killing a chicken.

However, in order not to cause bad influence, he didn't really kill people, but smashed the dantian with one palm, breaking their true vitality.

In a short while, Wang Ziqiao was injured seven or eight times.

This time, the closely guarded level eight couldn't take it anymore, they combined three and three, and killed Prince Qiao...

……

A series of fireballs fell from the sky and landed on the building masses of the Wudang School, igniting a raging fire, accompanied by gusts of wind. Seeing that the newly built Wudang School was about to be destroyed again.

Seeing this situation, the three ninth-level elders who were trembling by Huo Xiang and Wei Ziao turned pale and trembled with anger. Among them, the late ninth-level old man with the highest cultivation roared: "Huo Xiang, it seems that you will not destroy my Wudang faction today. Swear not to give up? Well, well, die!"

bass……

The Xiaguang Divine Sword behind him soared into the sky again. It was no longer the sword light killing the enemy, but the flying sword attacking close to him. Although no one was controlling this flying sword, it could kill the enemy automatically.

A sword shadow rushed towards Huo Xiang. Seeing this, Huo Xiang had a dignified expression. Countless afterimages were drawn while his figure was swaying, but the flying sword could accurately catch Huo Xiang's traces. After piercing through several afterimages one after another, Still locked on Huo Xiang himself.

Seeing this, the flying dragon uttered a dragon cry, swung its tail in the void, as if tearing apart the space, the afterimage flickered, and its sharp claws grabbed the Xiaguang Excalibur. Temporarily imprisoned under the dragon's claws.

But the Xiaguang sword trembled rapidly, trying to break through the dragon's claw.

"Kill..." The old Taoist who was at the end of the ninth level roared, and pushed towards the flying dragon with his palm.

Seeing this, Huo Xiang pursed her lips and smiled. Although she couldn't match the Xiaguang Sword, Xiaolong could temporarily control it. Although the control time was not long, only 1 minute, 1 minute was enough.

Seeing the old Taoist attack, Huo Xiang's whole body glowed like metal, and thunder was densely covered on it, and the arc ignited the void. He punched out, and the thunder shook and turned into a purple dragon-shaped lightning, which collided with the palm print.

click!

The palm print and the thunder dragon exploded at the same time, but Huo Xiang's figure emerged from the colliding energy storm, and punched the old man in the chest.

Seeing this, the old man gritted his teeth and swung his palm again, colliding with Huo Xiang's fist.

boom!

Huo Xiang's punch has the ability to destroy the world. What she cultivated is the Thunder Alchemy Body, an indestructible golden body. Her whole body is like metal, with infinite power. Accompanied by bursts of thunder, her fist hit the old Taoist's palm. On the ground, the thunder also spread out, and collided with the old way's body-protecting true essence.

boom!

The power of thunder can be integrated into any kind of element. The old way's body-protecting essence is not an insulator, and its power is not as powerful as Huo Xiang.

After being blasted out by a punch, and then bombarded by the power of thunder, flames ignited all over his body, and his clothes were all shattered. If he hadn't used his true energy to guard the bottom, the pants would have disappeared, and the current in his hair was flickering, standing straight, The whole body was scorched black.

"kill!"

Huo Xiang took a step forward, stepped up quickly, and punched the old man in the late ninth level.

"Demon girl, stop!" Another senior Taoist in the middle of the ninth level roared loudly. The long sword in his hand shone like a galaxy, and with a flash of sword light, it came to Huo Xiang's side.

However, Huo Xiang ignored it, and let the sword light cut her shoulders, and her palm still hit the chest of the old man in the late ninth level.

boom!

The old man's sternum at the end of the ninth level was shattered, and it sank directly. A mouthful of blood spurted out, like a blood sword, and hit Huo Xiang.