C15 (1/2)

The floating Spirit Master suddenly loosened his grip on the sword. The sword that was stabbed into the ground suddenly turned, and just as he was falling, the sword flew up.

Clonk, the long sword in the air deflected the enemy's attack and miraculously returned to Ling Jun's hand.

Whoosh * A fireball with a diameter of two feet flew towards him. The two eerie long swords behind him blocked his path of retreat. Ling Jun chopped out a ray of sword light with his left hand. His right hand stabbed back at the person behind him.

Clang, clang, clang, the enemies behind him were dragged together by his sword.

Boom! The sword beam struck the flame, but it failed to shatter it. The ball continued to rush towards Ling Jun.

At this point in time, the three Dharma cultivators also took the initiative to close range attacks and arrived in front of him.

The cultivator formed a triangle as he unleashed two spells. Phew, both spirits were within the sea of fire.

The heat wave struck, and a sword light flashed in the flames. 「 Bang! Bang! Bang!」 The flaming sword beams interweaved into a net that attacked Ling Jun.

”Puchi! Puchi!” A strong gale broke out, piercing both his left leg and his lower abdomen.

The fire net was torn apart, and the two long swords carrying flames flew towards his heart one after the other. Ling Jing wielded his sword and made a circle.

A circle of sword-light quickly expanded outwards.

Whoosh! A fireball descended from the sky. The Spirit Master exerted strength through his legs as he used his body as a sword to strike at one of the cultivators.

Puchi. He stabbed at the Spellcaster, but was also trapped by the Spellcaster's Flames.

Beneath his feet were blazing flames, and around him were the four people who had pounced on him. The spirit was formed by drawing circles with the sword, using Qi Condensation as a shield.

Boom! The sword and shield exploded. The four flew backwards, their spirits taking advantage of the victory to pursue, knocking down the second cultivator.

Bang, ah, Zhu Yue screamed and fell to the ground. The third sword cultivator stabbed her with his sword as she fell to the ground.

Five Zhang away, it was too late for him to reach out and save her. They could only use the Hundred Steps Flying Sword.

Swoosh! The sword left his hand. Puff! His chest was penetrated. The person holding the sword in front of him revealed a sinister smile. The price of being a hero is death. ” He tried to turn the sword, but was sent flying with a kick from Spirit.

Their individual strength wasn't that great, but their teamwork was flawless. In addition, the fighting spirit that didn't fear death immediately thought of one type of person — Assassin. Except for the Zhu Family, he hadn't met any enemies, so how could he be ambushed and killed?

”Wah! Puah!” The spirit with the sword stuck in his chest spat out a mouthful of blood, his body on the verge of collapse. If this sword attack missed by even a little bit, his own life would be gone.

”Let's attack together and kill the man first.” One was a sword cultivator wielding a sword. Everyone rushed over at the same time.

If you want to kill me, you are qualified! Ling Du raised both of his hands and revolved the flame in his palms.

Frowning, grinning, gritting his teeth, spitting blood. The current him was like a demon from hell. Just when the four of them were two feet away from him. Ling Jun squatted down. ”Flames ignited from his hands into the ground.” ”Flaming Star Explosion.”

Boom! A two Zhang high wall of flame appeared around Ling Jun.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The four collided with the wall of flames and were simultaneously sent flying.

As the flames were extinguished, the four people had already arrived. There was no fear in those scarlet eyes, only death. No matter how strong the enemies were, they could only charge forward.

”Phantom skill, Entanglement of Evil Spirits.” The four people who were charging at Ling Jun stopped in their tracks at the same time. Their bodies were trapped by something, struggling and screaming.

He was hit in the chest and was bleeding profusely. He no longer had the strength to cast spells. Thus, he could only borrow some strength to deal with this bloody matter.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted, ”Death to the evil spirits.”