The fragrance of flowers contains illusion poison. If ordinary saints inhaled into their bodies, they will immediately develop strong hallucinations and fall into a state of inextricable self-exercise.

Young Master Lingquan inhaled a small amount of flower fragrance, and suddenly, his eyes became a little confused, his vision blurred, and he seemed to have seen Princess Rakshasa.

"Princess Rakshasa" took lotus steps and just walked in front of him, he pointed at his eyebrows.

"Dangerous."? The young master Ling Quan opened his eyes wide, and a dazzling evil light surged out of his pupils.

The face of "Princess Rakshasa" turned into a demonic sound.

Mo Yin pointed out, and his crystal clear fingers turned into a sharp magic thorn, reaching the center of Lingquan Shaojun's eyebrows.

The Demon Sprig had just touched the eyebrows of the Young Master Ling Quan, and mysterious divine patterns appeared under his skin, blocking the Demon Sprig.

"court death."

Young Master Ling Quan slapped out with his palm, and burst out with the power of spreading mountains and seas.

Mo Yin's long hair turned into 100,000 purple electric vines, quickly rotated around her delicate body, and intertwined into a huge sphere. The palm power of Ling Quan Shaojun bombarded the sphere, killing a large piece of vines.

Mo Yin made a muffled sound from his mouth, flew backwards, retreating several miles away before resolving the power of the young master Ling Quan.

Zhang Ruochen's body moved and burst out quickly. He reached the side of Young Master Ling Quan, lifted up the ancient sword of Chenyuan, used a nine-life sword technique, and slashed down with one sword.

Young Master Ling Quan, who had just defeated the magic sound, had no time to turn around to resist. However, he seemed calm and calm, and a loud roar came out from his mouth. On his back, dense divine patterns appeared.

"Boom."

The ancient sword of Chenyuan slashed the armor on the back of Ling Quan Shaojun and collided with the divine pattern.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan is made of the magical iron of creation. Even though its level is not too high among the holy artifacts of thousands of patterns, its sharpness is far greater than that of other holy swords.

This sword seemed to be about to break the divine pattern and cut off the body of Young Master Ling Quan.

Young Master Ling Quan felt the severe pain from his back, and was also worried that the divine patterns could not block the ancient sword of Chen Yuan. So he closed his hands and the evil sword energy in his body ran rapidly and rushed into his back.

"Wow—"

A dark red array seal rushed out from his back, shaking Zhang Ruochen backwards.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Young Master Ling Quan quickly turned around and hit forward with his palms at the same time. The mark of a day and a month appeared in the palm of his hand. Two forces of one yang and one yin bombarded him at the same time.

Zhang Ruochen's eyelids shrank, and he quickly crossed his sword to resist. A seven-meter-high sword energy divine bell condensed.

"Boom."? A divine sun and a demon moon bombarded the sword energy god bell, smashing it to pieces.

That power was simply unable to compete with, causing Zhang Ruochen to fly several miles away.

After Zhang Ruochen stabilized his body, he felt his arms were so painful that he was split, and all his bones seemed to be broken.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen finally understood why the Dongliu Sword Master could not hurt a finger of Ling Quan Shaojun, and was even injured by Ling Quan Shaojun's punch.

The defense of Young Master Ling Quan is indeed quite perverted, and even the ancient sword of Chenyuan cannot break it.

It is estimated that only space cracks and space collapse can pose a threat to him.

Young Master Lingquan seemed to know this, so he used the Purple Mountain in advance to settle the space, making it impossible for Zhang Ruochen to exert space power at all.

"With the current cultivation level of Young Master Lingquan, even if the Nine Heavens Xuannv is united, he may not be his opponent. Perhaps, only Chu Siyuan, who has reached the realm of the Saint King, can suppress him."

Zhang Ruochen looked up at the sea, looking for Chu Siyuan's figure, but found that the old guy and Qiu Yu disappeared.

"I knew this old guy was unreliable. At the critical moment, he actually disappeared." Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently.

In the eyes of Young Master Ling Quan, the contempt had disappeared and became more and more serious.

After the brief confrontation just now, Young Master Ling Quan roughly understood the strength of Zhang Ruochen and Mo Yin, and was not easy to do, and posed a great threat to him.

Especially Zhang Ruochen, he actually forced him to stimulate the formation seal on his back.

You know, that formation seal was given to him by a god, and it was his most powerful defensive method. It could only be used ten times in total, which was equivalent to his ten lives.

Every time I use it, it feels like I lose one life.

However, just now, it was because Mo Yin used the illusion poison to confuse Ling Quan Shaojun for a moment, and Zhang Ruochen and Mo Yin seized the opportunity and caught Ling Quan Shaojun off guard.

Now Young Master Ling Quan has been completely awake, and Zhang Ruochen and Mo Yin cannot have the same chance as before.

In the distance, Dongliu Sword Master, Blood Spirit Feng, and Li Mu are already in danger under the siege of nearly eight first-class marquises and are at risk of falling at any time.

Zhang Ruochen looked in their direction and said to himself: "The three of them are almost unable to hold on, and they may soon choose to break through and escape. When the eight first-class marquises are freed up, plus a terrifying combat power of Ling Quan Shaojun, the situation will be quite dangerous for me."

Then, Zhang Ruochen looked at the wall of merit book.

I saw that the wall of merit book floated on the water. On the wall, two burly first-class marquis stood. A dark red whirlpool of evil sword energy was suspended above their heads.

Young Master Lingquan used the merit book wall as bait, forcing Zhang Ruochen and others to stay and fight. If they choose to escape, it would be equivalent to giving up the merit book wall.

There are two first-class marquis standing on the wall of merit book. It is obviously not easy to steal the wall of merit book in a short period of time. If you cannot get the wall of merit book in a short period of time, Young Master Lingquan and other first-class marquis will definitely have surrounded him. At that time, the person who went to steal the wall of merit book will become a turtle in a jar, and it will be a dead end.

Young Master Ling Quan saw Zhang Ruochen's purpose and laughed: "It's useless. Today's game is a dead game. Unless you give up the wall of merit, you may be able to make a way out."

A cold and steep sound appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes. How long will it take for you to solve the two first-class marquises on the wall of the merit book?"

"If you just take away the wall of merit from their hands, it will only take half a quarter of an hour. Killing them will probably take more hands and feet." Mo Yin said.

"Okay, I'll hold Lingquan Shaojun for half a quarter of an hour."

Zhang Ruochen inspired the blood armor of Hundred Saints, and pieces of blood-red armor spread out from the fist gloves and covered the whole body. The ancient sword of Chenyuan also burst out with a black holy light, making the space within a hundred feet of radius turn into darkness.

Mo Yin knew that time was precious and immediately rushed towards the wall of merit book.

Lingquan Shaojun said, "Zhang Ruochen, you are too naive. If I was held back by you, a saint at the peak of the true saint, for half a quarter of an hour, wouldn't I become a joke for the entire Rakshasa clan? What kind of face will I have to meet people in the future?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Not to say it's half a quarter of an hour, even an hour or a day... As long as I want, I can restrain you."

"What's the point of a verbal battle? If you really fight, you'll know the result... Hey, you still need a master." Young Master Ling Quan noticed a wave of swordsmanship, turned around, and looked at the top of the Purple Divine Mountain.

At some point, at the top of the Purple Mountain, there was a hunched old man standing with his skin like tree bark, and his hair on his head was about to fall out, looking half dead.

It was this half-dead old man who made Young Master Ling Quan feel a little danger.

"Nine Nether Sword Saint." Zhang Ruochen said something.

Not long ago, the Nine Nether Sword Saint accidentally broke into the time formation, and his life span was lost in large quantities, not far from death.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint seemed not afraid of death, and a smile appeared on his face: "Zhang Ruochen, you are a person who can challenge God. If you can't learn from Xuan Ji Sword Saint, why are you humble? I teach you that you should be more domineering in your words. What does it mean to restrain him for half a quarter of an hour? If you are me, even if you are not his opponent, you will shout a bold statement. Within half a quarter of an hour, you will be killed."

Just as the word "you" was released, the gray eyes of the Nine Nether Sword Saint became extremely sharp.

"Swish."

The body of the Nine Nether Sword Saint turned into a sword light, bursting out at a speed of more than a hundred times the speed of sound. The sea water under the sword light was torn apart by the sword energy and turned into a long sword path.

Young Master Ling Quan raised his right hand and used an extremely domineering holy technique, bombarding forward with one palm. Behind Young Master Ling Quan, a true shadow hundreds of feet high appeared, like a world-class demon god.

Even the shadow of the truth was displayed, it can be seen that Young Master Ling Quan still attaches great importance to the opponent of the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

"Boom."? A sword light penetrated the phantom of the palm technique and hit the palm of Lingquan Shaojun's hand, shaking Lingquan Shaojun a step back.

A shock appeared in the eyes of Young Master Ling Quan. The divine pattern in his palm was actually penetrated by the sword light, and the tip of the sword slowly pierced into his flesh and blood.

"How is it possible? Jiandao Xuangang."

A drop of blood flowed out of the palm of Young Master Lingquan.

The sword attacked by the Nine Nether Sword Saint is no longer a sword energy or a sword intent sword, but a sword-dao Xuangang, which has also been called "Sword Gang".

Sword energy, sword of sword intent, and sword Taoist Xuangang are three different levels.

As long as you are a sword cultivator, you can refine your sword energy and burst out with the power of breaking mountains and slashing mountains.

The sword of sword intent requires the sword saint to be used, which greatly increases the attack power of the sword saint. The saint's defense method is as fragile as paper in front of the sword saint.

The sword-dao Xuangang requires a person who practiced Jian Ba ​​to the Great Perfection to condense it, and its penetration is even more terrifying. If the sword cultivator's cultivation is strong enough, a sword-dao Xuangang will be enough to penetrate a planet.

A half-step Saint King actually cultivated the sword aura. How could Young Master Lingquan not be surprised?

You know, there are not many people among the Holy Kings who can cultivate the sword aura.
Chapter completed!