Just as the monks from the holy land were like a tide, bypassing the Immortal Lord Luo Kun and splitting into two groups to surge forward.
Immortal Lord Luo Kun's body shone brightly again, and countless rays of light in the holy land space surged in again as if there was no end.
In a blink of an eye, another huge jade plate condensed behind him, and an aura of supremacy emanated from him, which was extremely majestic.
All the monks here consciously divided into two groups.
The Mahayana cultivators stood together, staring intently at the clone of Immortal Lord Luo Kun.
The other dozens of monks quickly retreated and moved away, leaving the area where the Mahayana monks were fighting in front.
Then they each stood in a certain position, forming a battle formation, ready to face the large number of monks from the holy land who were rushing in.
"My fellow disciples, my Xuanyue Sword Sect will set up a sword formation, so please attack as much as you can!"
At this time, Lin Hanxue, the leader of the Xuanyue Sword Sect who was standing in the center, had a secret conversation with Ning Ping and Su Yijian, and then shouted.
All the remaining monks were filled with murderous intent and showed no fear at all.
In fact, it goes without saying that the remaining cultivators all stood in a group with the Xuanyue Sword Sect as the core.
Especially the elders of the several sword peaks, they had already taken their positions in the sword formation.
"Let's see if they can withstand being killed!"
Shi Yangxu of Taiqing Sect said gloomily, and looked at Ning Ping provocatively.
The massacre of Taiqing Sect by Ning Ping’s clone still feels like it happened just yesterday.
Ning Ping politely nodded and smiled at the other party, then flipped his hand and grabbed the Xuan Yue Sword in his palm.
The imperceptible crack from before now has no effect at all on the current battle.
"kill!"
The monks from the holy land are approaching.
Ning Ping's mind moved, and the swords swarmed out, one turned into two, two turned into four, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into sword energy all over the sky, and the sword formation was quietly set up.
As soon as the sword formation was set up, he immediately spotted Yu Tianxiao in the crowd and couldn't help but smile slightly.
The overall strength of the monks from the holy land also caught his eye, and he felt secretly relieved.
In the previous series of battles, the high-level monks of the Holy Land suffered heavy losses, and the Mahayana monks were almost all killed or injured.
Fortunately, there are a large number of cultivators in the fusion stage and the spirit transformation stage, and they have become the main force at the moment.
"Let's just kill to our heart's content."
Xu Hongbao from Longyin Sword Peak roared, tightened the sword in his hand, and rushed out.
Then, with the energy in his body surging, a dragon roar erupted, and a giant dragon flew out.
With this movement, everyone moved.
“Boom boom boom…”
The monks from the holy land surrounded them from all directions and attacked as soon as they got close.
At this moment, Ning Ping's mind moved, the sword formation suddenly changed, and everyone fell into an illusion.
All the attacks that had just been launched lost their targets due to the cover of the sword formation, and were avoided by all the monks, hitting empty space.
The monks who rushed into the sword formation also fell into the illusion. The desert, sea of fire, ice and snow appeared one by one and were divided into small battlefields.
Fortunately, those with higher cultivation levels can remain calm.
Some cultivators whose cultivation level was below the Nascent Soul stage were terrified.
"Don't be afraid! This is just an illusion. We just need to work together to break it!"
As a monk from the holy land finished speaking, the monks on his side also began to move.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Figures suddenly flashed out from the illusion, and in an instant, shouts and howls were heard everywhere.
The monks from the holy land also fell down in large numbers.
Nowadays, all the remaining cultivators have reached the Spirit Transformation Stage or above. They have all been through hundreds of battles and have extremely rich practical experience.
The other party has no ability to resist at all.
A Kui and Yao Yao were also called out again and allowed to play freely.
Ning Ping himself shuttled around everywhere, and with his powerful spiritual sense, the entire sword formation was under his surveillance.
Show up wherever there is danger and try to reduce casualties on your side.
The full-scale fighting had just begun here when a deafening roar was heard from the direction of another battle group in the distance.
There was no doubt that it was that group of Mahayana cultivators who were fighting with the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.
As for the battle situation in the distance, Ning Ping had no time to pay attention to it. The current battle situation was what he needed to care about.
In the following battle, the monks from the holy land seemed to be endless and rushed in continuously.
Ning Ping was also under tremendous pressure. Under the constant impact, the entire sword formation was also under tremendous pressure.
In this way, we can only maintain the basic effect of the illusion. As long as we can provide some help, it will be enough for the people on our side.
Among them, those monks who have gone through the Holy Light Ceremony need special attention. They are the monks in the holy land who are good at fighting.
They all have extremely rich practical experience in the outside world of cultivation, so they hide in the crowd and wait for an opportunity to act.
While constantly moving around, Ning Ping suddenly had an idea and disappeared.
Somewhere in the sword formation, four monks from the holy land were besieging Shen Qingyao, all of them were at the early stage of fusion.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
Shen Qingyao used the bottle in her hand to condense ice walls to block the attacks from all directions.
Among the four people, Ning Ping was familiar with one of them, that was Xu Haolin, Su Yijian's former disciple, and now one of the Golden Sword Elders of the Holy Land.
At this moment, just when the ice wall released by Shen Qingyao was broken again, a monk from the holy land raised his magic weapon with a grim smile and slashed at the back of Shen Qingyao's head.
At this moment, two sharp blades were attacking Shen Qingyao.
At this moment, suddenly, under the sword energy in the air, a shield emitting sharp power suddenly appeared.
"boom……"
The attacking monk struck the sword and shield with one blow.
Just as he was stunned, a sword light suddenly appeared at his side and flashed across his waist.
Shen Qingyao's original worries were put aside, and she just blocked the two attacks in front of her. At this time, a scream came from behind her.
"ah……"
As a cultivator in the fusion stage, even if his physical body suffered severe damage, it would not be so easy for him to die.
But the person he met was Ning Ping.
At this moment, a small black arrow flashed and penetrated into his head. In an instant, his face was filled with horror, and his consciousness fell into darkness.
"Be careful!" Ning Ping suddenly appeared from the side and whispered a warning.
Following this unexpected change, the three Golden Sword Elders on the other side also stopped with a defensive look on their faces.
Just at this moment, a figure flashed out, it was Su Yijian.
As soon as Su Yijian's old figure appeared, he immediately fixed his eyes on his former disciple Xu Haolin.
"Master!" At this time, Xu Haolin's expression changed slightly and he called out, but his feet did not move. Instead, he held the sword in his hand even tighter.
