I Can Go Beyond Space

The sudden appearance of Zhuang Hong surprised all the monks around.

Because they maintained a state of high alert during the battle, any disturbance around them could not escape their observation, but even so, they did not see clearly how Zhuang Hong appeared suddenly.

This made everyone subconsciously feel that Zhuang Hong was extraordinary.

After Huangfu recovered, he looked at the three flying swords locked by Zhuang Hong with a gold chain, feeling lingering in his heart.

At the moment of trance just now, he thought he was dead.

Even he didn't expect that he would be rescued by someone he had only met once, so he immediately thanked him: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhuang, for your rescue."

Zhuang Hong smiled and said: "Senior Brother Qi entrusted me to save you, if you want to thank him, thank him."

Huangfu was stunned: "Uncle Qi? He's not dead yet?"

Zhuang Hong said: "Almost died."

Seeing that there was no suitable opportunity to escape at this time, the other four elders approached Zhuang Hong, looked at Zhuang Hong curiously, and asked, "This fellow Taoist is..."

The head of Huangfu immediately introduced: "This is fellow Daoist Zhuang whom Uncle Qi met after his ascension!"

Elder Si Si greeted one after another: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Zhuang, nice to meet you."

On the other side, Cong Jiansheng put his fingers together, trying to control the three flying swords to break free from the shackles of the golden chains, but no matter how he tried, the three flying swords were firmly fixed by Zhuang Hong's chains and could not move. Tremor.

Cong Jiansheng's complexion changed slightly. He has experienced countless battles and destroyed many monks' magic weapons, but this is the first time he encountered a situation where his magic weapons were tied up and unable to move.

Moreover, he could vaguely feel a sense of threat from Zhuang Hong, which made him dignified.

At this time, Taoist Wuyi, who had seen Zhuang Hong, approached and said in a low voice: "Devil Lord, we have fought with this kid, but we can't do anything to him. He is a little weird, so be careful. I'll wait this time." I just want to report the news of this kid to the devil."

Another Daoist Jinping also said: "He has a weird phantom ability, which can avoid our attacks. Maybe the body we see now is just a phantom of him. As for where the real body is, I don't know."

Cong Jiansheng frowned, suddenly recalling the scene where Qi Chengjun suddenly disappeared before, and muttered: "Phantom ability? Could it be that he has some connection with that Qi Chengjun?"

Dao Wuyi said humanely: "This kid may have some special magic weapon on him. I have no choice but to take him down, and the devil master will have to do it himself to take it down."

Cong Jiansheng waved his hand to stop Taoist Wuyi from speaking, and said calmly: "I know it well, you don't need to say more."

He quickly regained his composure, and said in a distant voice: "This fellow daoist is very skilled, why have I never heard of such a fellow daoist? How dare you name him!"

Zhuang Hong: "Under Zhuang Hong, half a disciple of Qingxuan Sect, now that you have won, how about going back?"

Cong Jiansheng chuckled, pointed at Huangfu's head and the others and said, "Whether we won or not, it doesn't matter what you say. When they are all dead, we will naturally win. Besides, you think you can make me retreat with just one word from you." ?"

Zhuang Hong knew that he wanted Cong Jiansheng and the others to retreat willingly. He had to use his strength to convince them, but he still made a promise to Cong Jiansheng: "If Fellow Daoist Cong is willing to retreat, I will personally come to the door to thank you in the future. Thank you!" The ceremony will surely satisfy you."

Cong Jiansheng laughed loudly: "A gift that satisfies me? As long as all the ten sects are wiped out, what else in this world can't I get?"

Zhuang Hong smiled lightly: "There really are, why don't you give it a try?"

Cong Jiansheng put away the smile on his face, and said lightly: "Since you claim to be a disciple of Qingxuanmen and want to end the battle and save Qingxuanmen, I won't talk nonsense with you. Let's see the truth in our hands! If your kung fu is not If you speak so loudly, you will lose your life to me, if I lose, I will naturally lead the crowd to leave."

Speaking of this, the corner of his mouth twitched: "The loser loses everything, and the winner gets everything. This has always been the case in the world of cultivating immortals, hasn't it?"

Zhuang Hong nodded and said: "It's not just the world of cultivating immortals, maybe the whole universe is like this, but besides winning or losing, there should be other things."

Cong Jiansheng waved his hand, and all the cultivators around him retreated.

At the same time, the head of the sect Huangfu and others had different thoughts, and retreated from Zhuang Hong's side.

Huangfu asked in a low voice before pushing away: "Friend Zhuang Daoist, do you have the confidence to defeat the demon Cong Jiansheng? This Cong Jiansheng has rarely failed since his debut, and his strength is still unfathomable. If he loses, don't be impulsive. Save your life I may be able to fight out when I unite together, as long as I stay alive, I still have a chance in the future."

He recognized Zhuang Hong's strength, but still felt that there was a high probability that Zhuang Hong would not be able to beat Cong Jiansheng, and he was worried that Zhuang Hong would lose a lot of strength due to impulsiveness. In his opinion, if Zhuang Hong joined, six would hit six, and he would have a chance to escape smoothly.

Zhuang Hong said: "Don't worry."

The battle is imminent.

Cong Jiansheng's formula was pinched, and nine flying swords flew out from his sleeve, stabbing at Zhuang Hong quickly.

The three flying swords were still tied up by Zhuang Hong and could not move. He didn't think that Zhuang Hong could produce more gold chains to entangle all his flying swords.

And as long as Zhuang Hong shows a flaw when blocking the flying sword, he can use the falling fairy mirror to stun Zhuang Hong, and then kill him with the flying sword.

"Shhhhh~"

The nine flying swords shot from all directions like a swimming snake. The speed was extremely fast, and the trajectory was unpredictable. They came around Zhuang Hong in the blink of an eye.

Zhuang Hong did not dodge, but stretched out his hand, condensed a huge light blue palm, and swept it lightly.

"Dangdangdang~"

The nine flying swords were all swept away by Zhuang Hong.

Cong Jiansheng's eyes were fixed, and the moment Zhuang Hong shot, the three-sided fairy mirror slipped out of his sleeve, lined up neatly in front of him, and aimed at Zhuang Hong.

At the same time, another slender rope was untied from his waist and flew towards Zhuang Hong.

This scene shocked everyone.

Huangfu's head shrank his pupils sharply, and his spiritual sense was shocked: "It's actually a three-sided fairy mirror, and that rope! Fellow Daoist Zhuang, it's going to be terrible..."

Qi Chengjun, who was hiding in the sky to observe the battle, also had a sudden change of expression, secretly feeling bad.

No one thought that Cong Jiansheng actually possessed the three-sided falling fairy mirror, and only then did they know that Cong Jiansheng had hidden it so deeply.

However, at this time, the head of Huangfu and others wanted to help Zhuang Hong block the attack, it was already too late.

As soon as the three-faced falling fairy mirror appeared, a dazzling red light was shot out one after another along with ear-piercing buzzing, sealing all Zhuang Hong's dodging directions in the shape of "Zhengpin".

"Buzz!"

As soon as the red light appeared, it shone on Zhuang Hong's body, without giving Zhuang Hong any space or time to dodge.

And the nine-handled flying sword that was slapped away by Zhuang Hong's big hand also stabilized the sword at this time and turned back, strangling towards Zhuang Hong.

Before it was over, a large number of spikes flew out from Cong Jiansheng's sleeve robe, shooting towards Zhuang Hong overwhelmingly, blocking all Zhuang Hong's dodging space.

From Cong Jiansheng's point of view, no matter where Zhuang Hong's real body is, even if this blow cannot kill Zhuang Hong, there must be a clue.

Zhuang Hong, who was under attack, just stood still, letting the nine flying swords shoot at him.

"Dangdangdang~"

Just when everyone thought that Zhuang Hong was going to die this time, they found that the nine flying swords attacked one after another, but they couldn't break through the faint blue light that was close to Zhuang Hong's body, and bounced back one after another.

The dense thorns were also like raindrops, which didn't even make Zhuang Hong take a step back.

The following rope, before being wrapped around Zhuang Hong's body, was thrown into a mess by Zhuang Hong's three golden chains.

So far, all of Cong Jiansheng's sudden killing moves were deciphered by Zhuang Hong, without hurting Zhuang Hong at all.

The sharp-eyed head of Huangfu even saw the smile in Zhuang Hong's eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up.

He couldn't help shouting in his heart: "It's blocked! It's actually blocked, and the attack of the three falling fairy mirrors doesn't seem to make him stunned. Zhuang Daoyou's strength is really unfathomable!"

Seeing this, the other elders couldn't help exclaiming in disbelief.

Facing such an attack, if it were them, they would have been torn into pieces by Feijian and lay on the ground long ago.

The group of monks behind Cong Jiansheng couldn't help showing astonished expressions, and secretly muttered in their hearts that it shouldn't be like this.

"Could it be that the Demon Lord is testing the opponent's strength? But judging from the attack method, this is a real all-out attack..."

"This monk named Zhuang Hong is really weird."

Cong Jiansheng was no less surprised than other monks.

The attack he launched himself knows the power of it better than anyone else.

It can be said that each flying sword and thorn carries the power enough to break through the magic weapon of ordinary cultivators who transform themselves into gods.

However, even such a fierce round of attack couldn't break through the blue light shield on Zhuang Hong's body.

What made him most incomprehensible was that the red light from the three falling fairy mirrors shone on Zhuang Hong, but failed to affect Zhuang Hong.

Cong Jiansheng couldn't help muttering in his heart: "How could this be..."

This is the first time that Luoxianjing has returned without success.

Put it on other monks, not to mention being hit by three red lights, after being hit by one red light, they can't even maintain their flying figure.

"Could it be that the image in the falling fairy mirror is just a phantom? But from the perspective of spiritual perception, it is undoubtedly the real body."

When Cong Jiansheng was puzzled, he saw Zhuang Hong raising a finger and pointing at him.

"Danger!"

The moment he saw Zhuang Hong's finger, the hairs all over Cong Jiansheng's body stood up uncontrollably.

This is an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"What is he going to do?"

Zhuang Hong allocated a sliver of source power, and after deliberately reducing the power, he launched a talisman at Cong Jiansheng.

'Golden Light Bullet'!

After releasing the golden light bullet, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "This guy should be able to catch the golden light bullet that has been weakened to this extent..."