Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 478: One Enemy Three
Ji Xiantian's figure is like a sharp sword, soaring into the sky, the sharp sword makes him show his sharpness, and his pair of eyes are even more shining.

Jiang Mo concentrated his attention on dealing with the ferocious purple python. Under the siege of the Jianmang prison, the purple awn that was transformed from a long spear gradually lost its movement.

At this moment, Dong Linjun's eyes were empty, his soul was lost, and he collapsed dozens of steps away in embarrassment, and finally touched the wall.

This scene made many people gasp. Dong Linjun, known for his overbearing marksmanship, was defeated by Jiang Mo.

If it weren't for the barrier of the eighth layer of Yuanli restriction, maybe Dong Linjun could last for a while, but he spent a lot of strength breaking through that layer of restriction.

As for that Ji Xiantian, he was actually no better than Dong Linjun. Among the five, only Jiang Mo didn't expend too much when he lifted the restriction.

In the arena, Jiang Mo didn't raise his eyes, but felt a sharp sword aura rising into the sky, and it was obvious that that person was Ji Xiantian.

Jiang Mo grasped his palm, and the sphere of sword light that hadn't dissipated gathered again, turning into a phantom of a huge sword, and slashed down towards Ji Xiantian.

"Who else wants this Cangming Golden Token in my hand? Let's do it together!" Jiang Mo's slightly domineering voice spread out mixed with majestic vitality, so that not only Wang Xu and Wang Xu could clearly hear it, but even the nameless tower The Cang Mingwei who were watching outside could hear it clearly.

This kind of domineering words with full of confidence, in terms of Jiang Mo, who had just defeated Dong Linjun forcefully, seemed to be well-deserved.

"As expected of a proud person who came out of the Cangming training camp, this courage alone is several times higher than ordinary people!"

"Jiang Mo possesses such a terrifying martial arts talent at such a young age, as long as he is given another ten years, he will definitely be able to achieve the position of Guardian of Cang Ming!"

"It's the tragedy of Dong Linjun, Ji Xiantian and his like to be born in the same generation as him!"

Jiang Mo's words naturally made Ji Xiantian's face very ugly.

He was born as a swordsman genius since he was a child, and he has never encountered such a situation today.

Jiang Mo's sentence of "shooting at the same time" is obviously contemptuous of his Ji Xiantian's strength, and he has never put him in Ji Xiantian's eyes.

As for Wang Xu who was holding a folding fan, he also had an angry look on his plain face.

"Let me meet you for a while too!" Wang Xu suddenly closed his folding fan, stomped on his foot, and also rushed towards Jiang Mo.

In the entire ninth floor iron tower, only Yu Ximeng was the only one who could keep calm. Her slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and no one knew what was going on in her heart.

Ji Xiantian slashed out with a sharp sword, and in an instant, there were roars all around, and the incomparably surging sword gang rumbled out, defending with the phantom of the giant sword.

The duel between two sword masters is very rare. The entire iron tower is full of sword energy, which is dazzling.

Wang Xu, who came over, waved his folding fan, and an astonishing force of Yuan Lian came crashing down, but facing the siege of two monks whose strength was at least above the three-star martial king, Jiang Mo looked extremely calm, without the slightest panic.

In the main hall, both the Protector of Canshan and the Deputy Palace Master Bai nodded secretly, not to mention Jiang Mo's martial arts skills, just this kind of calm and adaptable mind is not something that all monks can possess.

In the arena, Jiang Mo held the sword in his right hand, and the energy in his dantian surged up, rippling out along the meridians of his body.

At the same time, Jiang Mo's throat twitched, and he uttered several strange syllables.

The moment the dragon language, which sounds like Sanskrit to outsiders, came out of Jiang Mo's mouth, the energy between the heaven and the earth fluctuated.

Immediately afterwards, gusts of wind blew up around the iron tower, spinning around Jiang Mo non-stop, as if he was a king of wind!
When the gust of wind suddenly blew up, Yu Ximeng, who had been standing calmly, had a look of astonishment on her pretty face, and whispered in her mouth: "How did this guy do it?"

After being surprised, Yu Ximeng waved her hand, and there were pattering raindrops falling from the sky. This is Yu Ximeng's specialty. With the help of the rain curtain, she can transform into thousands of troops and rush to kill the enemy!
As the rain shrouded, her jaded hands changed one after another, and there was a curling Sanskrit voice coming from her soft red lips.

Following this change was the rain curtain in the mid-air, first came the sound of horses stepping on the glacier, and then there was the fierce sound of countless soldiers charging into battle and fighting to the death.

Yu Ximeng's move is both illusory and real, not only can affect the monk's mind, but also can kill people!
Countless sergeants in iron armor were bathed in blood, and under their crotch was the gold and iron horse wrapped in iron. They held knives, guns, swords and halberds, broke through the rain, and thundered towards Jiang Mo!

Everyone was dazed by this scene, and couldn't help but be drawn to it, but Jiang Mo felt the murderous aura rushing towards his face from the thousands of troops that emerged from the illusion.

"Ganqing, who seems to be weak and weak, is the one with the strongest strength!" Jiang Mo sighed secretly, and there were raging flames rising up all around the strong wind.

The violent wind rolled up the flames, causing the surrounding heat waves to roll and cover the sky, and even the rain curtain in the midair was melted a lot.

In the main hall, Vice Palace Master Bai Yubai crossed his fingers and sighed softly: "It seems that the girl from the Yu family has already cultivated Qianjun Piyi to the stage of Dacheng!"

Guardian Canshan didn't answer, but his expression was slightly dignified.

On the ninth floor of the iron tower, there were three attacks, one after another, each of which was extremely tyrannical, with the power to kill the three-star Martial King.

The pair of black wings behind Jiang Mo spread out again and soared into the sky.

In the next moment, he clenched his hands violently, and the gust of wind and flames quickly fused together. When the two completely different energies were successfully fused, a faint wave of destruction spread out.

"Firestorm." Jiang Mo snorted, and then flicked his fingers lightly. The blow that gathered the energy between the heaven and the earth was rushed out fiercely, and went straight to meet the three attacks.

Rumble!
When the flame storm encountered Yu Ximeng's Qianjun Piyi, it exploded with a bang, and terrifying energy fluctuations raged wildly.

The entire nameless iron tower was surrounded by a layer of flames, and even the illusory images in the hall were blocked, making it impossible to go deep into it.

The fiery fluctuations seemed to burn the air, not to mention the rain curtain in mid-air, with traces of white air rising, Yu Ximeng's complexion was a little gloomy, her delicate body trembled, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Under the flame storm that could be called a devastating blow, her Qianjun Biyi was directly destroyed. As for the full blows of Ji Xiantian and Wang Xu, they disappeared without a trace together with the rain.

When the flame storm dissipated, a pothole about the size of Zhang Xu appeared on the unnamed iron tower, which was said to be an eighth-level real weapon.

"Can we continue to fight?"

The flames dissipated, and Jiang Mo's Ancient Sword of Heavenly Punishment was carried behind his back. The middle and middle fingers of his right hand were close together, and at the same time, a deep black light swirled around the fingertips.

(End of this chapter)