Suddenly, a vague figure emerged from a soul seal.
A black light flashed, followed by a cold light.
"ah……"
A cultivator who was just looking around, trying to find his own figure, suddenly had a changed expression, and the veins on his forehead bulged due to the severe pain.
But his voice suddenly stopped, and a head with a look of fear on its face flew into the sky.
“Bold!”
At this time, his companions beside him also reacted, and with exclamations, sharp blades slashed towards him.
But before Li Mang could get close, the figure disappeared into the soul seal again and disappeared in a flash.
"Be careful! That guy is very evil!"
At this time, the voice of the big-headed monk also came.
He was seen frowning slightly, his eyes flickering constantly. He found in his consciousness that the figure of the boy was wandering around in the battle group and he couldn't lock onto him at all.
In the entire battlefield, Ye Yunjian and the other three Mahayana cultivators were under the greatest pressure.
After attacking without any scruples, both sides subconsciously split into two battle groups, and there was no one around them.
The three of them also had to tie up several of the other side to prevent them from attacking other monks.
I saw wind blades constantly appearing around Yun Jian, either for defense or attack, directly holding back the two opponents.
Hu Buwei used his erratic body movements, and the opponent had no way to deal with him.
What Ning Ping didn't expect was that his hands were so powerful, like the giant claws of a ferocious beast, and his body skills made the opponent suffer terribly.
The calmest one turned out to be Hong Shi. He moved his hands vigorously and his every move exuded great power.
However, there was something strange about his moves, which gave Ning Ping the feeling that it was all thunder and no action.
"Mr. Hu, that big head!"
While Ning Ping was moving around, he also sent a message directly to Old Hu. If anyone could break through the opponent's defense and escape unscathed, it had to be Old Hu.
Sure enough, after receiving Ning Ping's message, Hu Buwei's eyes flashed and his spiritual sense locked onto the big-headed monk who was watching the battle in the back.
After a head-on blow with his opponent, he disappeared in a flash.
Just when his opponent was still trying his best to guard against Mr. Hu's sneak attack.
The big-headed monk in the distance suddenly changed his expression, quickly dodged to the side, raised his fleshy palm and struck out from the side and back.
At this time, a figure appeared, and a withered claw stretched out from the void and grabbed directly towards the big-headed cultivator.
"Swish..."
The withered claws grabbed and retreated, leaving three deep scars on the opponent's palm.
Just at this moment, a phantom suddenly flashed out from a faint soul seal beside the big-headed monk.
It was accompanied by a dazzling blue light, which pierced into the body of the big-headed monk as soon as it appeared.
“Zizizi…”
A strong arc of electricity suddenly submerged the opponent's body, and a look of horror appeared on the face of the big-headed monk.
Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed, and the Xuan Yue Sword stabbed straight out.
"puff……"
Even if the opponent is a Mahayana cultivator, his physical body cannot withstand the sharpness of the Xuan Yue Sword, and he can be pierced directly through.
This is not enough. It is not so easy to kill a Mahayana cultivator.
Just when Ning Ping was about to proceed to the next step, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
At this moment, the whole world in front of Ning Ping became bright.
Light, light everywhere, dazzling light.
Everything around me disappeared, and all I could see was a vast expanse of white.
It was as if an invisible sun was hanging overhead, illuminating everything with dazzling brightness.
"Ah..." At this time, a cry of pain came from the distant front.
Looking closely, the figure of the big-headed monk was vaguely visible in the light ahead.
"field!"
An idea suddenly came to my mind.
Ning Ping immediately recognized that this was a realm constructed by the law of light.
It turns out that this is the real domain, just like a world that belongs to you.
This is different from his own field and Yun Jian's. I feel that this is what a field should be like.
Compared with this, his and Yun Jian's so-called domains were merely superficial.
Ning Ping did not act rashly. Like a tiger ready to pounce, his spiritual sense sensed everything in this area.
After the other party stopped screaming, Ning Ping suddenly felt alert and moved to the side.
He glanced at one side of him and saw a thin blade of light sweeping towards him under the cover of the omnipresent light.
Light is silent, but tangible and heart-pounding!
As the blade of light flashed, a strand of her hair that had been flying in the air also fell down.
His physical body was now extremely strong, and it would be difficult for ordinary magic weapons to cut off even a strand of hair.
"Humph, you kid really don't know how to live or die. You really got fooled!"
At this time, the voice of the big-headed monk came from all directions.
There was a hint of pride in his voice, as if this was exactly what he had expected.
"Is this the realm of the law of light?" Ning Ping's heart moved, and he spoke calmly.
"Huh, I didn't expect that a foreign cultivator like you also knew about domains. Not bad, then let me show you how powerful domains are!"
As he spoke, the whole surroundings began to flash.
Light blades, endless light blades, all flashed towards Ning Ping.
Ning Ping's eyes suddenly focused and he moved!
His figure kept flickering, and blades of light kept passing by his side.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
No matter how fast Ning Ping's body movements were, there were too many light blades, and they still left scars on Ning Ping's body.
"Haha, it seems you're just that good. What a pity! You're only at the Fusion Stage. You're pretty good for forcing me to use my domain."
The voice sounded again, with a hint of complacency in the praise.
Ning Ping suddenly had an idea at this moment. How could he have forgotten this technique?
Hongyun's spiritual eyes!
As soon as he thought about it, a blue light immediately appeared in Ning Ping's eyes.
Under the urging, the light blades flashing around seemed to slow down a little in an instant.
Although it was only a little slower, it was enough.
Combined with his extreme body skills, the light blade that had just been threatening to him suddenly felt easy to deal with.
This scene also reminded him of a scene in the metal illusion in the Forgotten Swamp, where the magic weapon blade was everywhere.
Now, it is replaced by endless blades of light.
"Hey, you're quite interesting, you can actually dodge my light blade."
