Chapter 261: Not dying fast enough

Ning Daoran's eyes scanned the battlefield, feeling a little bitter in his heart. What a great man Long Zhuojun was. He actually set up such a big battle just to kill him and Lin Man's group.

There was one cultivator in the late Baodan realm, one cultivator in the late Jindan realm, a third-order middle-stage catfish monster, an early-stage Jindan Han Chan, and a hundred robbery cultivators from the Zhutian League. The lineup was so exaggerated that if this unexpected factor was not taken into account, it would definitely be more than enough to crush Lin Man's ship.

"Old deer."

He whispered, "You take care of that old man in the late Jindan stage. I will send a few Grade A paper figures to help you. Xiao Heizi, go and hold back the catfish monster under the water. Xiao Bai, you stay on the deck and ensure the safety of Master Lin Fu. All you have to do is hold him back. After I deal with Long Zhuojun, I will be free to help you."

"Yo Yo~~"

The big stupid deer cried out and turned into a ray of five-colored light, rushing out from the Lingpu Cave. Its body sank, and its antlers pierced the air with sharp light. Various forms of transformation continued to appear behind it, and it rushed straight to the old man in the late Jindan stage! "Roar~~"

Xiao Heizi let out a roar like a black dragon, turned over and sank into the water. Suddenly, evil spirits rushed out from under the water, and he fought against the catfish monster in the middle stage of the golden elixir with his early stage of the golden elixir.

Xiaobai floated out, his arms wrapped with wood essence, and stood beside Lin Man, motionless.

"this……"

Lin Man gritted her teeth, not expecting the situation to develop to this point in an instant.

"Long Zhuojun!"

There was anger in her eyes: "As the master of White Dragon Immortal City, you actually colluded with the robbery cultivators of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance. This is really shameful. Aren't you afraid that this matter will be reported back to the Immortal City and ruin your reputation?"

“Hahaha~~~”

A late Foundation Establishment cultivator raised his head and laughed, "Master Lin Fu, you think too much. None of you can escape back to White Dragon Immortal City. What happened here today will end here. How can you talk about being ruined? As for you, Master Lin Fu... humph, our eldest brother loves you deeply. Don't worry, he won't kill you. At most, he will just take Master Lin Fu back to the cave mansion to hide her away."

"you……"

Lin Man was so angry that her body trembled slightly and her breasts rose and fell.

She knew that Long Zhuojun was of average character, but she didn't expect him to be so corrupt.

"Lin Man."

Long Zhuojun cast a glance at him from a distance and said calmly, "I favored you and gave you all the face, but I never thought that you would be such a shameless woman. Don't blame me for being cruel today. All this is your own fault."

He smiled lazily, glanced at Ning Daoran, and said, "I heard that your Master Lin Fu has been secretly favoring this fellow Daoist Ning for a long time. Well, I will help him today. After I twist off fellow Daoist Ning's head, I will order someone to refine it and place it in the main hall of the cave, so that you can see him every day, and it will be worth my deep love for you."

Lin Man’s pretty face turned pale.

A group of robbery cultivators burst into laughter.

Ning Daoran's body sank, and the big blue dragon swept out, and the magic power of the Eternal Green Art rolled out, directly killing Long Zhuojun. At the same time, he raised his left hand, and suddenly a series of substitute paper figures were released.

Among them, six first-class paper figures rushed to the distance to help the big stupid deer. In this way, they were able to suppress the late Jindan cultivator in a short period of time. In addition, two first-class paper figures rushed towards the gray-clothed old man Han Chan. This person must also be retained and not allowed to escape.

In addition, more than three hundred B-grade paper figures appeared on the sea with a "puff puff" sound. These B-grade paper figures had at least the combat power of the middle stage of foundation building. They stepped on the waves and rushed towards the robbery cultivators of the Zhutian League in the distance angrily and recklessly.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Ning Daoran's orders to the second-class paper figures were simple and clear.

Suddenly, the number of people on the sea changed, and Long Zhuojun and the people from the Zhutian League seemed to turn slightly pale.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a trivial trick to make paper figures!"

Long Zhuojun raised his eyebrows slightly: "These paper figures have weak fighting power, there is no need to be afraid, kill them!"

The next second, two Grade B paper figures attacked together, and the rich magic power submerged a Tribulation Cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and in a blink of an eye, his body was cut into seven or eight pieces! The group of Tribulation Cultivators were shocked, this is called the f*cking power of emptiness?

…

"How dare a mere spirit beast challenge me?"

In the wind, a late Jindan cultivator had a stern look in his eyes, his huge robe sleeves spread out, his magic power spread across, and instantly condensed a pair of huge fiery red hands, which instantly grabbed the white deer's horns tightly, his magic power burst out, and he pretended to press it into the sea.

But the white deer is not an ordinary spiritual beast. Although its early stage Jindan may not be able to fight against a human in the late stage Jindan, it is much stronger than a middle stage Jindan.

After a deer cry, five-colored flowers slowly turned on the deer's back, an extremely strong aura burst out, the power of the five elements circulated, streams of water arrows rushed out from the sea, flames and golden arrows flew across the sky, and the dozens of ten thousand year stakes refined by the white deer actually forced the old man in the late Jindan stage to let go of his hands.

“Boom boom boom~~~”

The Ten Thousand Year Pillar continued to penetrate the water surface, and with the help of several Grade A paper figures, the old man in the late Jindan stage was defeated in a short period of time without much ability to fight back.

Underwater, evil spirit is surging.

The roar of Xiao Heizi and the squeaking of the catfish monster mixed together. The winner has not been decided yet, but Xiao Heizi is very ferocious and does not seem to be at a disadvantage.

"Ning Daoran!"

Long Zhuojun shouted loudly, and blood and energy burst out of his body. The armor on his body hummed, and it seemed that the micro-formation inside had been activated. Long Zhuojun walked forward step by step, his fist intent rising continuously, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Only by killing Ning Daoran can the current dilemma be resolved.

Coincidentally, Ning Daoran was only a few feet away from Long Zhuojun at this time, which was just the perfect distance for a warrior to kill a monk.

"Boom——"

A wave of air exploded instantly, and Long Zhuojun created a turbulent flow on the water surface. A punch filled with blood and energy broke through the air and slammed heavily towards Ning Daoran's lower abdomen.

The punch came at an extremely fast speed, and coupled with the overwhelming crushing force of the punch, it was impossible for an ordinary Jindan to dodge it.

But when the punch landed, there was a sound of metal and stone colliding.

A misty white bracelet spun rapidly, and the essence of the treasure condensed into layers of frost. It was this layer of frost that blocked Long Zhuojun's determined attack! Lingxiao Misty Dream Bracelet! Ning Daoran's body suddenly flew into the air, sank sideways, and fiercely chopped Long Zhuojun's head again.

"court death!?"

Long Zhuojun sneered. How dare a mere Jindan early stage cultivator fight him in close combat?! He stretched out his five fingers and withstood the attack of the Qinglong Spear.

"Bang~~~"

The magic power and essence fragments splashed, and the Qinglong Spear was like hitting a piece of stubborn stone. It bounced back instantly, causing Ning Daoran's blood and energy to become disordered.

But Long Zhuojun was also in pain. That shot contained the essence of the spear technique of returning to the original state. It was so powerful that it made Long Zhuojun's blood surge! "Swish!"

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In the wind, a ray of green light flashed by.

Long Zhuojun suddenly turned sideways and raised his head to avoid it, but even so, the ray of light still cut a part of his protective fist force, leaving a wound several inches long on his cheek, and the hot blood of a martial artist in the Baodan realm flowed out.

This was not the worst. Just as Long Zhuojun leaned back to avoid the attack of the bamboo leaf knife, he suddenly felt a chill behind him and rolled over in a hurry. For a moment, scars of varying depths were left on his back from the top to the coccyx, and several blood-colored threads could be vaguely seen flashing by.

Another magic weapon!

Long Zhuojun felt a chill in his heart. He originally thought that he could completely suppress Ning Daoran within three or two punches by relying on the fist suppression of the late Baodan stage. However, he did not expect that the other party not only had a powerful spiritual pressure, but also had an endless supply of magic weapons and spells.

This person... doesn't seem to have any spiritual weapon. Every time he attacks, he uses a magic weapon. Every treasure he sacrifices exudes a strong aura of magic weapon!

Ning Daoran also had a serious look in his eyes.

A warrior in the late Baodan realm was indeed as solid as a rock. Although Linglongsi had successfully launched a sneak attack, it was unable to cut Long Zhuojun's body into several pieces. It only cut a few deep scars on his back.

If it were a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, he would have been torn into pieces long ago!

To deal with this strong enemy with thick skin and tough flesh, there is no doubt that we can only rely on the Gengjin essence of the Golden Silk Sword!

Under the indestructible sharp edge of Gengjin essence, I don’t believe that Long Zhuojun can resist!

"Surrender your life to me!!"

Although Long Zhuojun was injured, his eyes were even more ferocious, like a wounded beast. He descended from the sky with a powerful fist force all over his body. The moment his punch landed, all the sea water within dozens of feet collapsed!

Ning Daoran frowned, and the Lingxiao Wumeng Bracelet hummed and spun rapidly around him, condensing into thick ice walls to block all the fist power.

At the same time, Ning Daoran held his spear horizontally and took Long Zhuojun's punch head-on! "Bang!"

With one punch, the two men's bodies instantly fell into the sea.

"Ning Daoran!"

On the deck, Lin Man's eyes were red, and she hurriedly took out a top-grade spiritual weapon and was about to rush out of the deck.

“No!”

However, he didn't expect that Xiaobai beside him opened his hand, and the magic power of the middle stage of the Golden Core crushed down, directly sealing Lin Manzhen on the boat, unable to move.

…

The force of the punch caused the space to collapse, and Ning Daoran spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling a burning pain in both his arms.

Is the strength of a martial artist in the late Baodan stage really so terrifying that even he cannot fight him head-on? Tempering the body, as expected, still needs to be tempered. The future path must be to cultivate both the Dharma and the body!

The sea water was flooding in all around, making it impossible to tell who was friend or foe.

Ning Daoran lightly tapped the storage bag, and immediately formation flags and formation plates flew out. Before Long Zhuojun could react, the formation was completed!

"Buzz~~~"

What was arranged was an underwater Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation, and it was suspended upside down underwater.

Clusters of tender golden bamboos rose up downwards, covering everything below the horizontal plane, forming a forbidden cage that trapped Long Zhuojun inside.

Of course, Ning Daoran was among them.

"Use a formation?"

Long Zhuojun was suspended in the water, with a powerful fist energy swirling around his body, his eyes full of sneers: "You have locked yourself up in the formation with a martial artist in the late Baodan stage, Ning Daoran, do you think you are not dying fast enough?"

(End of this chapter)