[Should not ask + Lingduan] Cannon fodder and fighter jets

"Who came out this time?"

"I see it clearly! I see it clearly! It's the junior sister of Qiqiao Valley!"

"It turns out that the senior sister's cultivation base has reached the Ming state of mind..."

"Wow! It's amazing!..."

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It was obviously a tense and dangerous battle to break the formation, but now it has become a challenge.

Nearly [-] disciples from various schools gathered together to watch the competition in the middle of the stage with great interest. Whenever a phantom appeared, either they would challenge themselves, or the disciples who wanted to challenge each other would go. The team members stayed on the sidelines, and nothing happened, so everyone relaxed after dozens of phantoms appeared.

Ling Duan and Eleven found an inconspicuous place to sit and rest.

"There are only 73 of them, and I don't know when your phantom will come out." Ling Duan leaned on Eleven's shoulder with his arms propped up, nibbling melon seeds leisurely.Things went much smoother than he had imagined, and he thought he was dreaming when it went smoothly, which made him feel a little inexplicably uneasy...

Eleven lowered his head and carefully peeled the melon seeds, made a small pile and handed it to Lingduan.

"Brother, what do you think your phantom looks like?"

"It must be much better than them. I am the second senior brother anyway. Do you know what the second disciple of Tianyong City means? It means that I am the second most powerful among all the disciples! Although I have been abolished now, my phantom is enough to shock Let the disciples of these Immortal Sects feel awe of Tianyong City. This is the most I can do for Tianyong City now... It is not in vain for Master to educate me for more than ten years... " Lingduan feels guilty every time he thinks of the real Hansu who indulged and protected him, because he has failed his master's expectations and teachings.

"Brother can't let go of Tianyong City."

"I went to Tianyong City when I was six years old, and my parents passed away soon. For me, Tianyong City is my home and my destination for the rest of my life." Ling Duan's words were mixed with melancholy.

"what about now?"

"Now?" Turning his head to look at Eleven, who was still buried in peeling melon seeds, Ling Duan said casually, "Now, no matter where we are, as long as we have you!"

Eleven looked at Ling Duan with his hand, and his handsome face instantly frowned, like a spring sun.

Ling Duan was dazzled by the smile in front of him, and coughed awkwardly.

"Second Senior Brother! Second Senior Brother! Your phantom has come out!"

After hearing Ling Ya's words, Ling Duan and Eleven immediately looked over.

A tall figure slowly stepped out of the thick fog opposite.

It was dressed in the clothes of a senior disciple of Tianyong City, with a high crown on its head, its hair combed meticulously, its handsome face was full of disdain, and it strode forward with a sword box containing four swords on its back.

Everyone looked at this domineering and conceited figure, and couldn't help but look at the original owner who was leaning on someone else's body, nibbling melon seeds and watching the fun with relish......

Seeing the phantom approaching, it has not been decided who will fight.

Ling Duan rolled his eyes and shouted at Shi Cheng: "Hey! Who's that from Qingshi Island! Dare to go up!!"

Shi Cheng snorted coldly after hearing this, "I was afraid you would fail!" He picked up his magic weapon and attacked the phantom.

Phantom Lingduan smiled contemptuously and waved his sword to meet him. After a few rounds, Shi Chenggong was kicked out of the battle circle.

Everyone was stunned by this result. Although Qingshi Island had a bad reputation, but Shi Cheng's cultivation base was also one of the best among them, and now he was defeated so easily... Everyone looked at the lively mausoleum again Duan, I couldn't help but rejoice that fortunately this person's cultivation was abolished, otherwise Tianyong City would be even more powerful...

"Brother, you are amazing!" Eleven praised in amazement.

"of course!!"

Ling Duan looked at the embarrassed Shi Cheng and shook his head with gloating face, then turned his head to look at the hesitant Tianyong City disciples, and shouted:

"Lingchuan! You go!"

Ling Chuan, who was still hesitating at first, immediately swung his sword forward when he heard this. Five years have passed, and he also wants to know whether his cultivation level can surpass that of the second senior brother back then.

Seeing someone coming to fight again, Phantom quickly formed a magic seal in his hand, and the four swords on his back came out together, interweaving dozens of sword shadows to attack the coming person.

Lingchuan's practice has not fallen behind in these years, and his cultivation base has also increased a lot. For a while, the sword light in the center of the stage was full of figures flying.

Everyone was attracted by this confrontation, and the nimble and agile skills, sharp and changeable spells were a rare observation experience for young disciples like them.

As time went by, Lingchuan showed signs of collapse, and was quickly knocked down by the phantom.

"What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up!" Ling Duan slapped the nearby Ling Guards and told them to help Ling Chuan quickly. The Phantom's attacks would not stop.

In the end, it was Lingchuan who led a group of disciples to defeat Lingduan's phantom.

In this regard, the disciples of the other sects are already deeply afraid of the current Tianyong City. Not only are the disciples of this generation far beyond the level of ordinary immortal sects, but they are overwhelmed by the spells and sword arrays displayed. Not to mention that there is a new leader who does not know the depth of his cultivation...

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Boom! ! ! !

Boom! !

"what happened?!"

"What's wrong?!!"

The sudden rumbling sound startled a group of disciples who were resting, and they looked around in a daze to find the source of the sound.

"Second senior brother! What's going on!" Ling Chuan, who was also anxious, asked Xiang Lingduan.

Ling Duan frowned and muttered to himself, "It shouldn't be... What's wrong..."

"Second Senior Brother! What should we do now?" All the disciples of Tianyong City surrounded Lingduan, just like in Tianyong City, Lingduan was their backbone.

Eleven knew that he couldn't help much, so he just quietly stood beside Ling Duan, looking around vigilantly, guarding against elusive dangers.

Seeing that the surrounding fog began to roll, Ling Duan exclaimed: "Not good!! This chain formation is changing! Get out now!!"

After speaking, he pulled up Eleven beside him and ran back the same way.

The disciples of Tianyong City followed closely, and the other disciples retreated one after another when they saw this, and more than a hundred people gathered together towards the exit.

Ling Duan dragged Eleven to run with his unfavorable legs, but it felt heavier and heavier. Turning his head to look, he found that Eleven was staring in one direction, motionless.

Surrounded by disciples running around, Ling Duan tugged at Eleven, but Eleven remained motionless as if in a daze.

Ling Duan followed his line of sight, and saw a person who looked exactly like Eleven walking out of the mist at the other end.

There is no special attire, just one more knife than Eleven beside him, but the feeling is worlds apart.

Eleven that Lingduan knew was docile, soft and shy, humble and forbearing. He had never had a bad temper. On the other side, even though they were nearly a hundred meters away, he could still distinguish the cruelty and twisted breath of madness......

That is the phantom of Eleven, and also the former Eleven...

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The exit back from the original road was not wide but not narrow either. Almost half of the more than a hundred disciples left soon. Lingduan struggled to drag Eleven away, but because of his legs, he couldn't use all his strength.

Ling Chuan, who had already reached the exit, turned his head and called Ling Duan to go out quickly. Seeing that he was struggling, he wanted to go back against the flow of people to help him, but Ling Duan stopped him and told him to take the Tianyong City's The disciple went out the same way.

Lingchuan clenched his fists, looked around at the Tianyong City disciples who were also anxious, put his right hand on his chest, the Tianyu that Lingyue solemnly handed over to him, secretly gritted his teeth, and shouted:

"go!"

Seeing that Lingchuan and the others had left, Lingduan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If he had brought the elite disciples of Tianyong City here, he would really die.

With difficulty pulling Eleven forward, Ling Duan was drenched in sweat, seeing that he was almost at the exit of the formation...

Suddenly, Ling Duan, who was walking forward, was violently pushed to the ground, and when he turned his head, he saw Eleven being beaten into the fog beside him.

"eleven!!"

Ling Duan yelled, and without hesitation chased Eleven into the turbulent fog.

Some disciples around were astonished by the sudden situation, but then they crowded the exit passage as if nothing had happened.