While Zhang Ling was weighing the pros and cons, a whisper sounded in his ear. "Fellow Daoist Wang, these three are all up to no good. How about we join forces first?" It was a woman's voice. Zhang Ling glanced at the nearby female cultivator surnamed Li and nodded slightly. "You two, if you want to live, join forces with me now and kill them." At the same time, the black-robed cultivator also shouted at them. Then, with a wave of his hand, a silver, glittering ring whizzed towards Bai Heng. His right hand also pointed at the bronze mirror, and the bronze mirror, originally transformed into three faces, overlapped. With a burst of golden light, a beam of golden light as thick as an arm shot out. The female cultivator surnamed Li also raised the staff in her hand and condensed five or six black, muddy balls, which shot out with a whoosh. Zhang Ling thought to himself that this woman was decisive. It seemed that none of the cultivators who could get here were weak. He wasn't just watching either. He took out his flying sword again and cleaved out several sword sword beams. The Bluestone magic tool also flew to the top of his head, releasing cyan silk threads, which condensed into a thick cyan long whip, making a loud cracking sound in the air. Almost at the same time, Bai Heng and Wu Shan naturally took action as well. Bai Heng waved the yellow jade fan in his hand, forming three huge wind blades in front of him. Wu Shan also flicked his hand, and the dagger in his hand disappeared in a flash. With a crisp clang, the flying sword and the dagger collided, emitting a burst of metallic sounds.
In the moment when the two magic tools were deadlocked, the sound of wind breaking came, and several black balls arrived in front of Wu Shan. Helplessly, Wu Shan, unable to launch another attack, reached to his waist with his left hand and took out a yellow spiritual talisman. He rapidly chanted incantations, and several magic incantations struck it. The yellow spiritual talisman transformed into a ball of spiritual light, and then a small ball of spiritual light separated from it and quickly elongated in front, turning into an arc-shaped spiritual light cover. More than a dozen black light balls crashed into it, immediately exploding and stirring up a cloud of dust. Wu Shan behind was not harmed in the slightest. Obviously, the spiritual light cover he released was not an ordinary defensive talisman. Taking advantage of the gap in the female cultivator surnamed Li's attack, Zhang Ling's cyan stone block condensed into a cyan long whip, which wrapped around the black light dagger that was deadlocked with the flying sword. No matter how the dagger thrust and stabbed, the cyan silk thread ball only deformed and lengthened, but it firmly trapped this magic tool. The flying sword drew an arc in the air, stabbing straight towards Wu Shan. This was the time to sneak attack. With a flash of sword light, the flying sword bypassed the spiritual power light cover in front of Wu Shan and slashed past Wu Shan's back. However, Zhang Ling frowned. Under his induction, his flying sword did not strike on a physical object, as if tearing the air, without the slightest obstruction. "Not good." Zhang Ling's body tensed up, and the spiritual power light cover on his body became three points thicker. At the same time, the turtle shell shield floating beside him suddenly became larger, covering most of his body. Even so, he was not at ease. He patted his storage bag and took out a golden spiritual talisman, preparing to activate it. Tearing sound! At this moment, a strange sound rang in his ear, like the sound of something breaking. He saw the female cultivator surnamed Li not far away flying out. In the position where she was originally standing, a faint, translucent figure appeared. With a flash of white light, Wu Shan appeared there, holding a cyan-blue small dagger as thin as a cicada's wing in his right hand. "Hmph, body protection magic tool." Wu Shan looked at a broken red and yellow jade plaque at his feet, and looked at the embarrassed female cultivator with cold eyes. Zhang Ling's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, but the movements in his hands did not stop. He urged the magic tool in his hand, and the black sword shook and slashed towards Wu Shan. At the same time, he directed the bluestone a little, and the cyan silk thread ball that trapped the dagger also flew back quickly, and he put it into the storage bag. Although this magic tool can trap other magic tools, the released thin thread are limited. Now most of the silk threads are used to tie the dagger, and it no longer has any power. And this Wu hid himself by some method and sneak attacked the female cultivator. What he didn't expect was that the female cultivator seemed to have an automatic defensive magic tool, and escaped the calamity.
At this time, although the female cultivator surnamed Li was embarrassed, she was not in any serious trouble. She just glanced at a jade plaque hanging around her waist with a ugly face. At this moment, only the upper half of the jade plaque remained, and countless small cracks had cracked out. Her face was pale, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared. With a movement of her body, the half of the jade pendant around her waist shattered into powder. This was an automatic defensive magic tool that she had bought at a great price. If this magic tool had not blocked the sneak attack just now, she would have already died. The woman glared at Wu Shan and low shout, and with a shake of her staff, released a layer of black light to wrap herself in it. Wu Shan also snorted and quickly moved his figure, dodging Zhang Ling's flying sword attack in a few ups and downs. At the same time, a layer of faint white mist floated from his body, condensed but not dispersed. Under Zhang Ling's astonished gaze, this person's body became transparent in the mist. It looks like the effect of an invisible talisman, but this person can still sneak attack the female cultivator in this state. It seems that this is his special hidden spiritual magic tool. Wu Shan's faint figure shook in the white mist, and three figures transformed out and attacked Zhang Ling. Scanning with his spiritual sense, he couldn't see the difference between the three figures. Zhang Ling's face sank, and he shook his left arm, and a few thin small vines fell down. These vines turned cyan-black when they fell to the ground, and in a blink of an eye they grew into thick iron thorns, surrounding themselves in it. Just after finishing these, a flash of white light appeared in front of him, and three figures came to him. One of the figures was entangled by the thorns vines. The figure turned into white smoke and dissipated. The other two white shadows shook and ran around him quickly. One after another light blades shot from the two figures' hands, cutting off a few iron thorns. While Zhang Ling commanded the iron thorns to block the approach of the figures, he controlled the flying sword to chase the two figures. The figure is not a magic tool or secret technique. Zhang Ling also recognized it at the moment. This is a water attribute water shadow clone, which is an entry-level advanced spell. Not many Qi refining cultivators have mastered this technique. This kind of spell, depending on the size of the cultivator's cultivation, can control several clones at the same time to confuse the enemy. It is generally used to lure monsters, or to confuse the enemy when sneak away. This kind of spell is rarely used to attack, because the transformed clone does not have attack power, but this Wu Shan has a magic tool that hides his aura, and with this technique switching back and forth among several figures, he is good at sneak attack, which makes Zhang Ling fear.