Well, this chapter was sent out in advance, and at the request of the deputy moderator Yuwen Feixiang, I handed over my only saved manuscript, and then today is the third watch, so I ask for everyone's support! Yesterday I had a great time communicating with everyone, and then the code words were also very pleasant. Therefore, the second watch will be on time at 17 o'clock, and the third watch will be at 10 o'clock in the evening, but tomorrow's update time will still be 11 o'clock and 20 o'clock.
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As soon as Xuan Shang Zhenren came in, indiscriminately, a long spear was a burst of fighting, but Lu Ping also had a bright eye for this fighting method, and he was also a random fight.
Xuanxiang Zhenren is just that, he is also a master of the sixth layer of forging pills, in addition to defending against the attacks of Xuan Shang Zhenren and Lu Ping, he can occasionally counterattack; Although his cultivation has also reached the fourth level of forging pills, the level of the heaven and earth spirit items that can be smelted is not high, and his strength is much worse than that of the three of them, otherwise even though Lu Qin'er has obtained the inheritance of Huo Luan, under the sneak attack, he will not be able to kill a demon cultivator with the first layer of forging pills, therefore, the four of them fought together, but Xuanyou Zhenren was defending all the way, and he couldn't hand it over even a single attack.
Xuan Shang Zhenren had just passed a few moves with Lu Ping, and was repelled by Lu Ping's mysterious swordsmanship for several feet, when he heard another long howl, before the person arrived, a thunderbolt had already fallen towards Lu Ping, only to hear the person who came said: "Since it is a chaotic battle, Xuan Lei is coming!"
Lu Ping did not dodge the falling thunder, and a face of five light curtains appeared in front of him, and the thunder was consumed before it penetrated the three light curtains.
A silver figure fell into the battlefield like lightning, Lu Ping flicked it, and a Gengjin thunder fell towards the visitor, Lu Ping laughed loudly and said: "It's rude to come and go, this senior brother also took a move from me."
Lu Ping's golden scale sword turned into a sword light that filled the sky, and continued to put pressure on Xuan Shang Zhenren, Xuan Xiang Zhenren and Xuan You Zhenren in it, just after Xuan Lei Zhenren used his thunder power to take Lu Ping's Gengjin Yin Thunder, the "Wave Slapping Shore" circled him into the sword light with a strange wave sound on the golden scale sword.
The five of them fought chaotically with each other, and Lu Ping still had the absolute upper hand.
However, this seemed to be just the beginning, just after Xuan Lei Zhenren had just fallen into the battle group, a giant ship inserted into the battle group with the momentum of riding the wind and waves, and crashed towards everyone arrogantly.
A loud laugh came from the giant boat, and said: "Xuanzhou is coming, you all give way!"
Greeting Xuanzhou Zhenren was Lu Ping's huge swordsmanship torrent little magical power, and the monstrous sword wave seemed to want to overturn everything floating on the sea of swords.
Xuanzhou Zhenren exclaimed, the person had already drilled out of the giant ship, and then the giant ship was riddled with holes destroyed by the golden scale sword, Xuanzhou Zhenren was in terrible pain, put away the tattered giant ship, and roared "I fought with you", and after saying that, he summoned a black iron puppet and a bronze puppet, and then jumped back into the battle group and attacked everyone around him.
"In the lower Xuanxing, look at my fire meteor!"
A middle-aged monk strode over, one hand kept facing the void in the sky, and when everyone got closer, the void hand went down, and a cloud of fire that had gathered at some point suddenly fell one after another, covering everyone in the rain of fire.
However, before this fire cloud could be activated, a dark cloud had already overtaken it at some point, Lu Ping's golden scale sword swung out, and a series of strange swordsmanship from the inheritance land smashed Xuanzhou Zhenren's bronze puppet into sparks, and then pinched out a spell with one hand and shouted: "Surrender!"
A bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, and then a fine needle-dense rain fell from the dark clouds above the fire clouds, pouring the fire clouds clean in a moment.
"The secret of spreading clouds and rain!"
After Lu Ping smelted the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water Advanced Alchemy in the middle stage, each spell of the Beihai Twelve Orthodox Method was cast in Lu Ping's hands, and its power was not under the small magical power.
The people of the melee had reached the seven monks in the middle stage of forging pills, but Lu Ping still had an absolute advantage in it, attacking everyone all the way, the circle transformed by a golden scale sword was getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time, there were various spell attacks, which made people overwhelmed.
However, everyone's spells against Lu Ping were blocked by a thick protective light curtain.
The little magical power of self-protection "Water Curtain True Gang", Lu Ping has condensed five kinds of water attribute wonders of heaven and earth, plus the weight of the wonders of heaven and earth condensed by Lu Ping every time, these five layers of water curtain qi are spread in front of him, and its defense power is almost catching up with a psychic level defense magic weapon.
"Is this fucking still a little magical power for self-protection?"
Xuan Lei Zhenren's angry scolding made everyone who shot at Lu Ping feel the same way, everyone's melee seemed to be chaotic, but every monk in it followed a certain law, that is, everyone attacked or received, and did not sacrifice the defensive magic weapon.
In this way, Lu Ping's protective qi seemed to have a big advantage, but in fact, because Lu Ping was the strongest in this melee, although everyone attacked each other, but whenever Lu Ping made a move, because his attack was too strong, everyone had to work together to resist.
This battle seemed to be more and more interesting to the mid-stage cultivators of forging alchemy on Tianling Mountain.
"Haha, I'm Xuanchen!"
Xuan Shang Zhenren shouted: "Uncle, our younger generation's skills, what do you old people participate in?"
Xuanchen Zhenren's eyes widened and he scolded: "Little rabbit, why do you talk so much nonsense, let's talk about it after fighting."
As soon as Xuan Chen Zhenren finished speaking, a sunflower water thunder quietly fell towards him.
Xuanchen Zhenren scolded: "Which rabbit cub attacked!"
The rolling yellow dust swept in, and although it did not block everyone's vision, the people of the Great War suddenly found that their figure suddenly stagnated, and it seemed that they were affected by these yellow dusts and became less flexible.
Xuanchen Zhenren's proud laughter came out: "Rabbits, what is the power of the old man's little magical power of 'dust settled'?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a wave suddenly surging in the yellow dust, rushing straight in one direction, and a clean passage suddenly appeared around the yellow dust.
Xuanchen Zhenren said angrily: "Who is it, who broke my old man's spell?"
"Uncle Xuanchen, you still have this stinky temper that only takes advantage and does not suffer!"
When Lu Ping looked at it intently, it turned out that Xuan Sheng Zhen under the Xiaoyao Ancestor Jiang Tianlin also followed in.
Whenever someone joined the battle group before, Lu Ping was the first to say hello, but the impression of choosing Sheng Zhenren to Lu Ping has always been good, not to mention that Chonghua and Xiaoyao have always considered themselves family, and Lu Ping has no reason to take action against his senior brother.
More and more people joined the battle group, Lu Ping had always maintained a strong position before, and now he had to restrain himself, and in the end, the eighteen mid-stage cultivators of the pill forging stage fought separately and launched an attack on anyone except themselves.
The scale of this battle is also getting bigger and bigger, but Lu Ping was surprised to find that everyone's battle did not cause damage to the surrounding environment.
Lu Ping's heart moved, and his thoughts carefully probed around, only to find that at some point, an invisible cover had formed around everyone, and everyone seemed to be fighting here, but in fact they were already in a space isolated from the surrounding environment.
This was definitely the handwriting of the Dharma Phase Ancestor, and the Dharma Phase Ancestor had already noticed their great battle.
But this is also inevitable, eighteen mid-stage cultivators of forging alchemy are fighting at the gate of the inheritance land of Tianling Mountain, and it is strange that the Dharma Ancestor does not take it seriously.
There were more and more monks watching the battle around, and Lu Ping could sense that the divine thought network around him was getting denser and denser, and there were even many who were thick and faintly coerced with divine thoughts, obviously the late-stage cultivators of the pill forging on Tianling Mountain.
Guo Xuanshan Zhenren is now in charge of the daily affairs of the True Spirit Sect, and everyone is fighting here, which naturally has already alarmed him, but after Guo Xuanshan Real Man showed his face here, he left without looking back.
Joke, the eighteen best mid-stage cultivators of this sect were fighting, although he Guo Xuanshan had condensed the seventh-rank golden pill and was already a quasi-law phase monk in the eyes of others, but he was not sure that he would be able to separate them.
To say that in this melee, the most eye-catching is undoubtedly the Chonghua lineage, the ninth disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Ancestor, "Water Sword Immortal" Lu Xuanping.
The eighteen mid-stage forging pill cultivators in the melee can also be distinguished from high and low, and the truly powerful monks can generally stand in the center of the battle group, and when attacking the surrounding monks, they can also resist the counterattack of the surrounding monks.
Although the monks standing in the center of the battle group can prove their strength, in the face of the siege of many monks, the consumption of primeval essence is also immeasurable, so the monks who can occupy the center of the battle group are often difficult to last, and they will withdraw from the center of the battle group under the siege of everyone, so a rotation is formed, and the higher the strength, the longer the time it will last.
However, there was one exception among these eighteen monks, this person had been present since the beginning of this fight, and even when seven or eight real people were gathered to fight, this person had always maintained an absolute suppression advantage, even though as more and more monks joined the melee, this person could no longer maintain absolute suppression, but he was still like a rock, always standing in the center of the battle group, while the monks who stood in the center with him had already changed one after another.
This person was Lu Ping, with the thick primeval essence brought by the Xuan Yuan heavy water and the use of several small magical power-level swordsmanship and spells in turn, Lu Ping had always occupied the center of the battle group and had been in a situation where he was outnumbered.
Although everyone was fighting with each other, because of Lu Ping's strength, many monks often attacked Lu Ping in unison, hoping to drive him out of the center of the battle group, but unfortunately they all failed.
Gradually, the melee monk had changed when he looked at Lu Ping's gaze again, there may be fighting spirit in his eyes, there may be provocation, there may be unwillingness and other different emotions, but there is one thing in common, that is, respect for the strong.
This chaotic battle on the back mountain of Tianling Mountain was destined to be talked about by the monks of the True Spirit Sect, and even passed down.