The strike launched by this Rong Mountain Laozu was as powerful as a mountain, which shocked Lu Ping. This strike was similar to the one launched by the third generation disciple of the Houtu Martial School, but the power of this strike was much more powerful than that of the third generation disciple of the Houtu Martial School.
If Li Hui's previous attack wasn't as powerful as a mountain, then this sneaky attack launched by the great ancestor of the Rong Mountain Sect, which was similar to a sneak attack, had already surpassed the power of five mountains when he stretched out his palms.
However, it seemed that because of the nature of the cultivation method that the Houtu Martial School had been practicing, although the power of this magic was powerful enough, it was extremely inflexible. Once their attacks were blocked by their opponents, they would often start to completely defend because they couldn't react in time. The nature of the earth was good at defending. This was the case for Rong Mountain Laozu of the Houtu Martial School, Earth Spirit, a pure Yang cultivator from the Wuxing School, and Tu Gaoshan, the deceased Juzi.
However, at this critical moment, Lu Ping surely wouldn't kill anyone, because that would make him the target of everyone. Nevertheless, he didn't mind making this Houtu Martial School, which had come to his doorstep, lose face, so that it would serve as a warning to the other large sects who were planning to attack the base of the Zhenling Martial School.
Lu Ping's cultivation was improving faster and faster. Back then, when he defeated the Fourth Elder of the Tenma people in the Qing Ming River, Lu Ping's victory seemed to be extremely difficult. However, now that he was fighting against a powerful cultivator, Lu Ping seemed to be more and more relaxed. Except for the sneak attack at the beginning, which almost made Lu Ping suffer a small loss, Lu Ping turned the tables around more and more effortlessly.
Rong Mountain Laozu had been trapped in the dazzling sword formation by Lu Ping. Immediately, Rong Mountain Laozu found himself in a difficult situation. The power of this supreme sword magic was much more powerful than what Rong Mountain Laozu had expected.
Pieces of rocks were chopped off and sent flying in all directions. Countless sword lights shredded the mountain-shaped treasure floating above the old man's head, causing it to scatter all over the place.
However, Rong Mountain Laozu was after all an experienced cultivator. Although he was trapped by Lu Ping's sword formation, he didn't just passively defend like Tu Gaoshan. When Lu Ping found a few cultivators rushing over, the Thin Water Flowing Sword immediately sped up to kill them. However, Lu Ping immediately sensed that the Mountain Spirit Treasure above Rong Mountain Laozu's head suddenly shone with a muddy yellow light. Next, Lu Ping felt that the Thin Water Flowing Sword suddenly became ten times heavier than before. Before it got close, the sword lights that were surrounding Rong Mountain Laozu's head were also disrupted.
Rong Mountain Laozu surely wouldn't let go of such an opportunity. Of course, he knew that once he fell into a disadvantageous situation, his disciples would definitely come to his rescue. However, compared to that, Rong Mountain Laozu preferred to break out of the encirclement by himself.
This time, he couldn't defeat Lu Ping, which had already made Rong Mountain Laozu feel humiliated. If he was trapped by Lu Ping again and couldn't get out of the encirclement, he would have to rely on the strength of his disciples to defeat Lu Ping. At this moment, Rong Mountain Laozu still wanted to save some of his dignity.
The magical power released by Rong Mountain Laozu's spirit treasure had brought a lot of trouble to Lu Ping's control of his sword art. However, at this moment, Rong Mountain Laozu could only slightly improve his own condition, but it was still far from enough for him to break out of the encirclement created by Lu Ping, which had been carefully set up by Lu Ping.
As expected, every time Rong Mountain Laozu rushed out of the encirclement with his spirit treasure, Lu Ping would block him back every time. Sometimes, Rong Mountain Laozu seemed to break through a layer of sword light, but what appeared in front of him was another layer of sword light, as if Lu Ping's supreme sword art was endless and endless.
Lu Ping was getting more and more familiar with the control of the encirclement. In his hands, this gigantic sword formation was not only powerful, but more importantly, it had become more flexible and flexible. Even under Rong Mountain Laozu's gravitational power, he could still forcibly trap Rong Mountain Laozu in the sword formation.
Rong Mountain Laozu was getting more and more impatient. He could feel the strange changes of this sword formation, and what was more terrifying was that this sword formation was strangling the defensive spirit treasure above his head. If it continued like this, once his spirit treasure was cut into pieces, what else could he do to defend himself from Lu Ping's attacks?
The Houtu Clan's cultivators had already arrived, but they saw a thin layer of Five Elements Formation light rising into the sky. Qin Yu and Qin Gang had activated the simple Five Elements Formation that they had hurriedly set up, and blocked the Houtu Clan's cultivators.
The two Houtu Clan's mid Dharma adepts looked at each other and waved their hands from behind. Dozens of Houtu Clan's cultivators, led by the six Dharma adepts, were about to attack.
Qin Yu and Qin Gang, the two early Dharma adepts, did not retreat. They immediately joined forces to block the attack of a Houtu Clan's mid Dharma adept, but it looked like it was extremely difficult. If it were not for the Five Elements Formation as a barrier, the two would have been defeated in the first round.
The same was true of Samling. If Lu Hai was alone in the early Dharma stage, none of the four early Dharma adepts from the Houtu Clan would be a match for him. However, at this time, there was another mid Dharma adept from the Houtu Clan. The three of them had no choice but to join forces to fight against the other mid Dharma adept.
However, the Houtu Clan had the advantage in numbers. Although Lu Xiaohai, Lu Dagui, Lu Taohua, and the others were not weak among their peers, they were all Core Forging adepts. It was already commendable for them to be able to block the attacks of two or three same-level adepts from the Houtu Clan. It was unrealistic for them to face the remaining four early Dharma adepts from the Houtu Clan.
The Houtu Clan had only attacked once, and the Five Elements Formation was already on the verge of collapse. It looked like it would not be able to take a second blow.
However, at this moment, a little person flashing with purplish blue light suddenly appeared outside the Five Elements Formation. With a loud and clear shout, "Kill!"
Lu Xiaoping's small face became more and more tense. The Cang Liu Sword on his back was held in his hand, and a sharp light broke through the void. When it appeared again, the two early Dharma adepts from the Houtu Clan cried out in alarm and leaped back.
Fortunately, the Houtu Clan adepts were very good at defense. With the two of them working together, they were finally able to block the sword of this strange little person. However, they still had a lingering fear. If the little person had launched a sneak attack and only targeted one of them, the two of them thought that neither of them would have been able to block it.
However, before the two adepts could breathe a sigh of relief, their previous worries were immediately confirmed. A scream came from not far away. When the two of them looked over, they saw that Li Hui, who had previously been humiliated by Lu Ping, was now flying back. At the same time, beads of blood spilled from his ribs.
The Netherwater Sword flashed and disappeared outside the Five Elements Formation. Just as Lu Ping had surrounded Laozu of Rong Mountain with the sword formation, he even had the energy to spare to take care of the Houtu Clan adepts outside the Five Elements Formation.
At this time, the Houtu Clan was really a little scared. Although Zhenling seemed to be alone now, every one of his subordinates was really good. The strength of each of those demon cultivators was one or two times stronger than the Houtu Clan adepts of the same level. If they went all out, they could even block two or three adepts of the same level.
Even so, they were already so powerful. It was said that these were only the adepts that Zhenling had sent to be the vanguard. If the rest of Zhenling came, what would happen?
As the saying goes, what you fear will happen. Just as many of the adepts of the Houtu Clan began to realize that it was not wise to provoke a sect like Zhenling, the six flowing lights in the sky were already flying towards them.
"Hey, who dares to behave atrociously in Zhenling!"
A loud shout exploded from the sky, and then the sound waves rolled towards them, causing many of the Core Forging adepts of the Houtu Clan to turn pale. Their bodies swayed, and they almost fell from the sky.
The faces of everyone in the Houtu Clan changed. As the flowing lights neared, especially the first three bright lights, it was obvious that they were Dharma adepts!
The first ray of flowing light flew over, and a giant axe flew out from it. With just one blow, the mid Dharma adept of the Houtu Clan, who was pressuring the Samling, was sent flying back dozens of feet. When he came to a stop, his face was flushed, and it was obvious that he had been injured by the blow.
The giant axe flew back and landed in the hands of a seductive woman. Who else could it be but Qing Hu?
The other two rays of flowing light landed and immediately joined the battle, blocking the two early Dharma adepts of the Houtu Clan. They were Qing Hu and Qing Lang.
The three rays of flowing light behind them immediately joined the battle as well. They were also the remaining three of the Green Fox Nine Bandits who had not yet reached the Dharma stage.
Although there were only six of the Green Fox Nine Bandits left, the arrival of these six people instantly turned the tide of the battle. The Houtu Clan no longer had the momentum they had before.
The previous shout was Qing Hu's newly mastered bloodline ability, "Tiger's Roar." Seeing that the Houtu Clan was slowly closing in, and the two sides were starting to face each other along the Five Elements Formation, which was about to break, Qing Hu looked up at the sky above the station and laughed. "If it weren't for these words, we wouldn't have found this place so quickly."
In the sky above the Zhenling station, the words "North Sea Zhenling Station", which had been formed by Lu Ping's Qi, had not been affected much by the battle. It still hung above the station like a huge flag, and could be seen clearly from dozens of miles away.
Although the Houtu Clan had the advantage in numbers, Zhenling's side suddenly had three more Dharma adepts, and none of them were weak. Although they had fewer people, if they really fought, Zhenling's Five Elements Formation would not be able to hold, and the Houtu Clan would definitely be the ones to die.
Both sides had come for the sake of annihilating the Evil Luo Army. If they were to really have internal strife and fight each other to the death for the sake of a base, then it would truly not be worth it, and they would incur the ridicule of the other sects for no reason.
"Everyone …"
The second generation disciple of the Houtu Clan stepped forward and was about to say something when he saw several rays of flowing light flying towards them from the sky.
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