The Path to Becoming Immortal

"You are far from being able to fight me with this mere sword formation!"

While Huo Rong was speaking, his aura suddenly increased, and a wave of fire swept from his body to all directions.

Water can overcome fire, but if the temperature of fire is high enough, it can also overcome it.

For a moment, the entire sword formation became misty under the fire.

The sword energy condensed by the law of water also turned into nothingness under the flames.

"Domain!..."

A familiar feeling came, Ning Ping's eyes lit up slightly, and he murmured.

"Not bad, you actually have some vision, and you can even recognize the domain!"

Huo Rong Zhenren's eyes were slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the other party seemed to have a deep understanding of the domain.

"..."

Ning Ping sneered, dodged the fire python that pounced on him, and his aura changed greatly when he activated his Yuanli.

A trace of lightning continued to surge from his body, and then the sword light that shuttled through the entire sword formation also became flashing with lightning.

This is not the end. A series of lightning threads also entangled the giant flame python, causing its speed to slow down again.

"Thunder field!"

This time, Master Huo Rong was really shocked. He didn't expect that the other party had such frequent means and even comprehended the field.

Judging from the way he controlled it freely, it was probably not like he had comprehended it recently. In this case, the other party's talent was conceivable.

At this moment, his long whip magic weapon, under the entanglement of the dense lightning threads, immediately felt restricted everywhere.

Moreover, the lightning threads also attacked him. The entire flame shield was immediately wrapped by countless lightning, and constantly tried to disintegrate the shield and spread to the body.

A tingling sensation spread to the body, which also frightened Master Huo Rong.

This was already a means that could pose a threat to him.

Master Huo Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and the fluctuation of his Yuanli increased again.

At this time, the entire airspace was on fire, and even the air was instantly ignited.

With his powerful cultivation, the lightning and thunder around him were instantly swallowed by the flames and disintegrated.

This also made Huo Rong Zhenren feel lighter.

Then, Huo Rong Zhenren stretched out his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand. As soon as it appeared, it was ignited by the flames, and he slashed towards Ning Ping.

The sword light seemed slow, but it was extremely sharp. Combined with the blazing flames, it made people feel that they could not dodge.

Ning Ping's face showed a solemn look, knowing that the other party had already exerted his true strength when he saw that it was difficult to take him down.

Ning Ping's mind moved, and shields appeared out of thin air in the air. This was the array disk he had re-refined, and the new protective means brought by the fusion of the array pattern.

The most important enhancement of the new array disk was the ability to protect and trap the enemy, which could also perfectly cooperate with himself.

Ning Ping himself did not need to worry about dealing with cultivators of the same realm as himself. These many protective means were prepared to deal with opponents with higher cultivation than himself.

Nowadays, high-level cultivators attack with their spiritual senses, and it is impossible to dodge in many cases.

To fight with them, you must first defend yourself before you can talk about the subsequent counterattack.

The shields condensed by the array plates and the sword shields condensed by the lightning-shining sword energy in the sword array intertwine with each other to form a dense protective net.

Now my own domain is suppressed by the opponent, but under the mutual entanglement, except for the high temperature, the pressure is not too great.

"Boom boom boom..."

The opponent's long sword slashed on the layers of protection condensed by the sword shield and the array, and bursts of roars broke out.

After breaking one by one, the power of the flame sword also decreased rapidly, and it flashed and slashed on the black armor shield.

"Bang..."

An extremely huge force instantly spread to Ning Ping, and his body flew backwards like a fallen leaf, while the hole shield outside his body twisted violently.

Until a hundred feet away, in the end, this fierce attack was finally blocked.

It is not a gentleman to come and not exchange with others. As soon as his body stabilized, Ning Ping's Yuanli condensed violently, and purple thunders condensed around the opponent's body.

As soon as the purple thunder condensed, it flashed and stabbed towards Master Huo Rong fiercely.

"Zizizizi..."

A burst of lightning snakes danced wildly, and the shield on Master Huo Rong was twisted, but it was still strong.

Purple thunders constantly transformed into various weapons to besiege Master Huo Rong, which made Master Huo Rong very annoyed, and the fight between the two of them was deadlocked for a while.

The battle situation of the other few people was also very stable with the cover of the formation.

After all, Ning Ping himself was in the formation, and it was natural for him to control the formation with his powerful soul.

In a corner of the formation, Ding Cang and Ding Zuo, father and son, jointly fought against a black-faced fusion-stage cultivator.

For hundreds of years, the two of them rarely fought with others, and they were a little unfamiliar when they started fighting at this time.

Especially since Ding Zuo's cultivation was lower, only at the Spiritualization Stage, if it weren't for Ding Cang and the assistance of the formation, he would have fallen countless times.

At this time, the black-faced monk split Ding Cang with the giant axe in his hand, and then took advantage of the momentum to punch Ding Zuo on the side.

But the powerful punch was about to hit Ding Zuo who couldn't dodge in time, and at the critical moment, a protective shield appeared out of thin air between the two.

"Bang..." A dull collision sound, the powerful punch made the surrounding space tremble.

But as the victim, Ding Zuo flew back with a lingering fear on his face, but his body was not hurt at all.

"Hmph! You are not brave enough to fight the enemy with a big formation!"

The black-faced monk, who was the opponent, suddenly became even darker with anger.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. It's a life-and-death battle. Why should we be so particular?"

Glancing at Ding Zuo who was fine, Ding Cang tightened his sword and attacked again.

"Even if you have a big formation, I will chop you and your son with one axe."

The black-faced monk was furious and raised the axe in his hand and chopped it out.

But as soon as the axe was chopped out, a sense of crisis suddenly emerged in his heart. At this time, a strange smile appeared on the face of Ding Cang on the opposite side.

Just at this moment, a black shadow flashed directly behind the black-faced monk, and the long sword in his hand was handed out carelessly.

"Puff..."

The black-faced monk, who had no time to dodge, was instantly pierced through by the black long sword.

A huge power mixed with thunder, lightning, ice and fire also raged in his body instantly.

The black-faced monk was horrified, and without even thinking about it, he escaped from his body in the violent fluctuations of his soul.

He was also very decisive. After being severely injured, he immediately judged that this body might not be saved, so he wanted to abandon it and escape.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated this point, and his soul could not escape here.