The blood mark divine spear was A Ye's strongest killing move. Its power was unparalleled. One spear could defeat the golden-clad army of Golden City.
Of course, the price was not cheap. Each time it was used, it would consume a blood mark, and the preciousness of the blood mark was needless to say. For A Ye to use the blood mark divine spear at this time, the situation was obviously very unfavorable.
The periphery of the mansion was covered by a spell, so that for a long time, the entire city did not respond to all of this. When Wang Lu landed into the mansion from the air, he found that the situation was even worse than expected.
A Ye's exquisite small home was only left with broken tiles and debris. The traces of spell wreaking havoc were everywhere in the mansion. More than ten Shengjing Sect cultivators were lying unconscious in the courtyard. There were less than ten people scattered around, struggling to maintain their standing posture, but they were already an arrow at the end of its flight. There were only a few people who could really maintain their combat power. The entire team was almost paralyzed.
However, the situation of the opponents of Shengjing Sect was even worse. Zhou Mumu's face was pale as she half knelt on the ground. Her diamond ring was mottled with blood. Although her life was not in danger, she no longer had the power to fight. Zhan Ziye transformed into a thunderbolt, but the light was dim. Obviously, he only had the ability to erupt once or twice. In the field, only A Ye was still in his peak state. Holding the blood mark divine spear, he stood in the center with a murderous aura all over his body. No one dared to approach within a radius of ten meters around him. However, from the horrible scars on his body, it could be seen that his state would not last long. The blood mark divine spear could be said to be the deterrent of helplessness.
In fact, A Ye simply did not have the power to completely release the blood mark divine spear. At this time, the blood mark on the spear was indeed only a deterrent.
And then there were the two people in the worst condition.
Sacred Leaf Shaman was lying in a pool of blood. On her waist, there was a ghastly wound that almost cut her in half. Fortunately, Zhan Ziye was by her side, trying his best to squeeze out some magical power to stabilize her injury. However, the situation was still not optimistic.
The lord of Grey Mountain was in a desperate situation. The young girl stood in the corner of the courtyard. Behind her was a mountain of building wreckage, and in front of her was the heavy shield. The young girl held the shield in her hand, and her gaze was solemn and serious. However, this posture did not help to improve her situation at all — there were five Shengjing Sect people gathered around her. Although three of them were injured, she was afraid that she could not contend against any one of them. Not to mention one of them had a sturdy build and was dressed in extraordinary clothes. Perhaps he was the leader of this Shengjing Sect team.
When Wang Lu arrived, he saw such a scene that could be called as the end of the situation.
Before he could think of what to say, someone in the field sneered. It was the leader who was as sturdy as a bull.
"Wang Lu, you're finally here?"
"Oh, Jianglu?" Upon hearing the voice, Wang Lu recognized his identity. When they first confronted each other in the ancient sword tomb, Power King Jianglu left a deep impression on him. As an inner court disciple of Shengjing Sect, he led his team to suppress the whole field. Even the lead disciple of Kunlun Sect, Zhou Mumu, was endlessly depressed. Even though there was the factor that Zhou Mumu was not good at fighting, Jianglu's formidable strength was also evident.
After a long time, the opponent that was difficult to contend with in a head-on fight seemed to be nothing now. However, Jianglu obviously didn't intend to confront Wang Lu head-on. When Wang Lu appeared, while talking to Wang Lu, he secretly made a gesture to his companion.
Kill that young girl Lan at all costs.
And Wang Lu also became aware of Jianglu's intention at the same time.
Although he didn't know why Jianglu was so obsessed with a young girl of Grey Mountain who had already lost her master's identity, but since it was supported by the enemy, Wang Lu naturally had to oppose it. Therefore, he immediately flew on his flying sword, trying to bypass Shengjing Sect people to come to Lan's side. However, how could Jianglu let him get what he wanted? His huge body was like a strong barrier, which blocked in front of Wang Lu in advance.
Wang Lu's Non-Phase Sword was good at defense but not good at breaking through. Thus, the trajectory of his flying sword was very little. Wang Lu found that he was intercepted by Jianglu and could not change the direction to bypass him. Therefore, he immediately launched his Non-Phase Sword, trying to use the nameless sword to rebound the momentum and collapse Jianglu. However, when the Sword of Mount Kun touched Jianglu's body, the place where the force came from was empty, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
He wanted to move forward, but in front of him, there seemed to be an astonishingly elastic viscous network. And when he wanted to rebound, he found that the resistance had disappeared without a trace.
After not seeing each other for a long time, Wang Lu was not the only one who had made progress. That Power King Jianglu who won with brute force at the beginning had already mastered his power to the finest detail. In his first head-on confrontation with Wang Lu, he actually didn't fall into a disadvantageous position by relying on this power transformation technique!
However, it was only for this moment that he didn't fall into a disadvantageous position. Seeing that the simple impact was ineffective, Wang Lu immediately changed his sword momentum. The incomparably firm and fierce Non-Phase Sword also became soft and ethereal, and the sword momentum was uncertain. And in the face of such an impact, it was impossible for Jianglu to win by change.
However, to be able to stop him for a moment was enough.
"Goodbye, lead disciple of Spirit Sword Sect."
With a faint smile, Jianglu used his thick palm to meet Wang Lu's sword.
Wang Lu was startled, thinking, "Is this guy courting death?" It was true that Jianglu's physical strength was almost unparalleled among his peers, but in a head-on collision with Non-Phase Sword, he had no chance of winning.
Or did he have the confidence to deal with him before the head-on collision?
With a trace of doubt, Wang Lu's sword momentum became firmer. The Sword of Mount Kun stabbed Jianglu's palm, and then the two extremely powerful forces violently collided.
Then, Wang Lu looked at everything that happened in front of him. Jianglu's palm collided with the Sword of Mount Kun, and his well-tempered arm, under the absolute crushing force, twisted, broke, and disintegrated. Blood, flesh, bones … all crumbled into powder, and then were crushed into even finer pieces that could not be seen with the naked eye.
The expression on Jianglu's face changed from calm to extremely painful, and then to shock and confusion, as if he couldn't accept the result in front of him.
However … with his strength, wasn't this the inevitable result of a head-on collision with Non-Phase Sword? What did he have to be unconvinced about?
"What the hell are you guys doing?"
After a brief confrontation, Jianglu roared in pain and staggered back. His entire right arm disappeared without a trace, and even the right side of his chest muscles were completely broken. His injury was extremely heavy. However, he was more concerned about the situation behind him.
And behind him, the four Shengjing Sect cultivators each took out their magical weapon and poured their strongest magical power into it, going all out to suppress a shield-wielding girl.
With their strength, the girl should've died on the spot without the slightest resistance. However, at this time, with the shield in her hand, her posture was as straight as a pine tree, and even her breathing rhythm didn't change. However, the complexion of the four Shengjing Sect cultivators turned red, and their breathing stagnated. They even had no time to respond to Jianglu's question.
Regarding this scene, Wang Lu was also full of curiosity. "What are you guys doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" On the other side of the courtyard, Zhou Mumu barely adjusted her breathing and then hoarsely said, "As long as you kill Lan, it's tantamount to you being expelled."
Wang Lu was startled. "What's the reason for this? What does it have to do with me if she dies? "
As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes focused on him. Obviously, Wang Lu had asked an incomparably stupid question.
After realizing this, Wang Lu furrowed his brows. "Could it be that, as my summoner, once she dies, she will implicate me? But I've already lifted the master-follower relationship with her … Tsk, could it be that the master-follower relationship has a deeper connection? "
Zhou Mumu wryly smiled. "Junior Brother Wang Lu, this five blood spirit crown competition is really too disadvantageous to you. It doesn't give you any time to collect information, so you don't even know this most basic rule. The five of us are essentially summoned by this world's five blood spirit crown. The master-follower relationship with the summoner is determined by the world's law, not just by relying on the blood marks. Once the master dies, as the follower, we will immediately be expelled from this world, and the blood spirit power in our body will also fall into the hands of others. "
"So that's how it is." After listening to this, Wang Lu nodded in understanding, and then said, "In that case, the action of Shengjing Sect people is easy to understand. They don't have the confidence to win against me, so they locked their target on Lan. It's just that, no one expected that Lan, who was supposed to be the weakest, suddenly became stronger, so that they fell short of success …"
While speaking, he had already arrived at Lan's side. Unfolding his Non-Phase Sword Defense, the four Shengjing Sect cultivators screamed in unison. Each of them was seriously injured by the backlash of their life source magical weapon. When they fell down, their eyes were filled with unwillingness.
As Wang Lu said, the action of Shengjing Sect people was almost successful, but they fell short of success.
They launched a surprise attack at the best time, which seriously injured Sacred Leaf Shaman and took this opportunity to exhaust Zhan Ziye's magical power. Zhou Mumu was an unexpected factor. She shouldn't have come back so soon, which brought great variables to the action. However, Power King Jianglu's response was very timely — besieging Wei to rescue Zhao Zhao, attacking A Ye.
Sure enough, because of Shaman's serious injury, A Ye lost his mind and launched an attack with the attitude of mutual destruction. After paying a certain price, Shengjing Sect people relied on their powerful burst to almost kill A Ye. In order to save A Ye, Zhou Mumu had no choice but to throw herself in and was seriously injured.
In this way, the only one left was Lan, who had no influence on the situation. This young master of Gray Mountain was the weakest, which was not news in this world. For the sake of safety, Shengjing Sect people left her as the last to be dealt with. Then, Wang Lu returned ahead of time, but he was stopped by Jianglu for a moment. As long as they took this opportunity to kill Lan, the whole action would be perfect.
However, in this last round, Shengjing Sect people lost the game.
No one thought that the weakest girl could actually contend with the full strength of the four Shengjing Sect elites! If she had this kind of strength, who would dare to look down on her?
"You … you waste, how did you become so strong?"
The most surprised one was A Ye, who had always despised the girl. He propped up his body with his spear and asked with difficulty.
The girl said very rationally and boldly.
"Because I'm full."
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