"Chang Lu?"
"Yan Luo?"
Both of them were stunned.
Obviously, the appearance of each person was a surprise to the other.
The normal law is even worse.
He twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand. The last time he went to the secret realm, he knew that Yan Luo was definitely not as harmless as he appeared.
The people he sent out came back and told him that there were only ships and people in this direction.
Considering the time mentioned by the old village chief, it is obvious that his target is Yan Luo.
Chang Lu lowered his sword a little with a smile on his face.
"Friend Daoist Yan, long time no see. Is it possible that the water in Shangyang City can no longer accommodate you?"
Yan Luo raised an eyebrow, and then heard Chang Lu continue,
"Now you are coming to mess up the water in our Tianmo Temple again?"
A total of twelve people came from Tianmo Temple, six of them including Chang Lu were at the eighth level of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and each of them brought with them another person, and the people they brought with them also had the cultivation level of the sixth or seventh level of the Gathering Spirit Realm.
There was a huge gap in strength between the two sides. Yan Luo secretly observed the opponent's strength and knew that he might have a hard time.
But she won't be scared.
"The main road is right here. If Tianmo Temple can go there, then so can Fuguang Palace. Could it be that Tianmo Temple is now so overbearing that it won't allow anyone else to pass through this area of water?"
Chang Lu smiled and said,
"How could that be?"
He changed the subject and said,
"But if Daoist Fellow Yan saw something he shouldn't have seen or took something he shouldn't have taken, then don't blame us at Tianmo Temple."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light suddenly flew out and went straight for an eighth-level disciple of the Gathering Spirit Realm at the Tianmo Temple.
Tianmo Temple did not expect Yan Luo to launch a sneak attack and dodged in a hurry, but Yan Luo's speed was too fast and he was unable to dodge and was stabbed by the sword.
Together with the disciple behind him, they both fell downwards.
Chang Lu raised his eyebrows and flew down from the air to lend a helping hand.
But under the water, a giant monster suddenly jumped out, opened its bloody mouth, and rolled the two of them in with its scarlet tongue.
This is the little flower lurking underwater.
Xiaohua and the crocodile couple are both at the eighth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. As monsters, humans are no match for them in close combat.
Chang Lu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he rushed towards Yan Luo like a meteor.
The golden Buddha light collided with the white sword energy, and the entire upper deck of the ship exploded, with wood chips flying all over the sky.
The other people from Tianmo Temple have also rushed towards the other disciples of Fuguang Palace.
After a tremor, the big ship shook violently on the water. Bai Yue and the four mortals hugged the side of the ship tightly, while Li Zi and Liu Meirong vomited directly.
Yan Luo's sword moves were ruthless and aimed directly at Chang Lu's life.
Chang Lu thought to himself that he still underestimated this woman. He knew that she was hiding her strength, but he never thought that she had hidden so much. He was afraid that even if he and Li Wei were combined, they would not be her match.
As a last resort, three disciples at the eighth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm flew into the air, and the four of them fought Yan Luo together.
Below, a monk forced two Fuguang Palace disciples into the water. Seeing that the Fuguang Palace disciples were about to fall into trouble, Dashan's big head popped out from behind them and swallowed the monks in one gulp, as cleanly and neatly as a gecko swallowing a fly.
"Don't go near the water!"
The monks of Tianmo Temple were frightened by the giant pythons and crocodiles. Under the water was their home turf and they did not dare to approach.
The remaining three monks at the eighth level of the Gathering Spirit Realm, each flying a sword and leading their men, attacked in mid-air.
A monk said,
"I'll see what else they can do if we destroy their ship!"
They can't fly swords and can't stay in the water for long.
Then, a golden light blasted towards the bottom of the ship.
Suddenly, the big ship was thrown up by the impact of spiritual power.
The people on the boat were blown away.
Xiaohua's body quickly wrapped around and firmly caught Bai Yue and the other four people at the stern.
As for the others, they were in mid-air when the attack from Tianmo Temple arrived.
In panic, the crocodiles jumped out of the water and used their bodies to block the way.
The hard skin blocked the attack of the magic weapon, but shallow wounds also appeared.
The twenty-meter-long ship fell back into the water, creating a huge splash and then split in the middle.
The deck, tables, chairs and roof of the boat were all washed away and floated on the water in pieces.
This ship... is going to sink.
After Yan Feng entered the water, a long spear rolled up a water dragon, which roared and rushed into the air with purple lightning.
Water can conduct electricity, so wherever it comes into contact with water, there will be a crackling sound.
But the cultivation base of other disciples in Fuguang Palace was too low, they were only at the third or fourth level of Juling Realm, and they were unable to exert their full strength when they were suppressed and beaten in the water.
Yan Feng shouted,
"Form a sword formation!"
They were all practicing sword techniques derived from "Qian Kun Wan Fa Jue", which included sword formations and ultimate kills. They had already practiced them but had not used them yet.
By this time they had each found a floating plank to stand on, and the little alligator was holding the plank in place underwater.
They drew their swords quickly, and more than a dozen sword energies crisscrossed, immediately forming a sword net in the air.
The sword net pounced on the monks in the air.
Yan Feng used his body as the center of the formation, thrust his spear forward, and rushed forward with purple lightning.
In mid-air, Yan Luo was able to fight four people at once with ease. She was determined to end the battle quickly, and each white sword energy became more fierce than the last.
When the killing sword formation rose up below, Yan Luozheng pierced through the two men with one sword.
Chang Lu and another disciple attacked from the left and right, one of them using a stick and the other using Buddhist beads.
Yan Luo's body movements were tricky. He spun three times in the air, dodged the Buddhist beads, and then used his sword to meet the stick.
After all, the stick was just a magic weapon, and it broke into two pieces under the chopping of the treasure weapon.
The sword light passed through the stick and rushed straight towards the little monk.
Chang Lu arrived in time, and the Buddhist beads in his hand returned to stand in front of Yan Luo.
Eighteen Buddhist beads were arranged in a circle to block Yan Luo outside.
Yan Luo slashed at the beads with his sword, and immediately the bead formation trembled, and Chang Lu felt a pain in his sea of consciousness due to the backlash.
He looked at Yan Luo in horror.
Yan Luo rushed towards the little monk who had lost his magic weapon without hesitation, and the little monk tried to escape.
Chang Lu's eyes rolled, and he suddenly turned back from rushing towards Yan Luo and went towards Yan Feng below.
Below, even though there was a killing sword formation, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and everyone in Fuguang Palace was injured.
Chang Lu ran straight towards Yan Feng and cast a spell in the air. Golden light pressed down on him. Yan Feng felt the danger approaching and wanted to run, but his body was unable to move under the suppression of the golden light.
The heavy rain in the distance discovered Yan Feng's situation and shot towards him like a sharp arrow.
In the air, Yan Luo shouted,
"Chang Lu, how dare you!"
At the same time, the sword in his hand whistled down with the sound of wind.
Bang
Da Lan's body collided with the golden light, taking more than half of the attack on Yan Feng.
The man and the fish were smashed into the water at the same time, splashing water more than ten meters high.
"Xiao Feng!"
Yan Luo flew down after the sword, and the sword pierced into Chang Lu's shoulder with a "whoosh".
Yan Luo followed, caught the sword, and attacked Chang Lu again.