Thunder storm, energy chaotic, fierce battle over the clouds was already Wang Sheng’s real limit at this time!

There is no limit to any sublimation!

He is just a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, but he has achieved this level and has achieved this level...

Below, the group of powerful people from the dark camp who had just been killed fell on Wang Sheng's standing still.

However, when they thought they could take the opportunity to kill Wang Sheng's body, a ray of light from the Wuling Sword penetrated into Wang Sheng's palm, and Wang Sheng slowly opened his eyes, with white light shining in his eyes.

With a cold snorkeling, Wang Sheng's body seemed to be driven by the Wuling Sword, and seemed to be perfectly integrated with the Wuling Sword. The sword body swept out endless sword light and cut the dozens of blood clans who rushed to the first half!

This move, this method of using magic power, is much different from Wang Sheng's Ziwei Tianjian. After all, it was the Taoist body of Wang Sheng, the head of the sword spirit.

This is also when the local spirit ban was reconstructed, Wang Sheng and Yao Yun's souls merged for a moment, and Wang Sheng's body was not repulsive to Yao Yun...

This is how the body and soul can be divided into two parts!

The Nascent Soul ignited his vitality to block the most threatening Jialina. The Taoist body and the Wuling Sword were still blocking themselves in front of the formation, and they held the opponent's master who could break the formation tightly.

For a moment, the momentum of the dark camp was suppressed again, and despair was already revealed in many people's eyes.

It was the monks from the Great China who were clearly in desperate situations, but they were unable to defeat the will of the monk. Instead, they were beaten by the opponent's endless means until they began to lose their fighting spirit.

The peerless battle in the air, because the energy attracted by the Nascent Soul was too strong, the people below could not see it directly. Occasionally, they could see that Galina was being beaten by a phantom and kept losing...

In front of the formation, the "Flame Lord" and the "Demon Shadow" have begun to fight desperately.

If Galina really lost, this monk from the Great China Kingdom would definitely kill them and sweep the dark camp alone...

"Yaoyun" frowned slightly. After she took over Wang Sheng's body, she realized that Wang Sheng's body was almost empty.

Since the continuous battles, Wang Sheng has no other way to fight against Galina except for the Nascent Soul.

Even though Yao Yun has the magic of a fairy, it is hard for a skilled woman to cook without rice. What's more, Wang Sheng's magic power is only the last one left in his body, and she still has to retain her own spiritual power to help Wang Sheng escape...

Soon, Wang Sheng's Taoist body was knocked away by a ball of fire and stuck to the formation wall. The demon shadow clenched his fist and smashed it. "Yao Yun's spiritless sword in his hand could not burst out much sword light...

With a dull sound, the light of the formation flashed, and one percent of the colorful immortal crystals floating everywhere inside the formation were directly broken, and the light wall of the formation was about to be broken!

A powerful wave suddenly broke out in the air, and a huge purple star was seen lying in the air!

A sword that breaks the sky cuts through the clouds, and the tip of the sword hits Galina's body and quickly hits the ground!

The masters of the dark camp who were besieging "Yaoyun" were like frightened birds and immediately fled in all directions! They were really scared by Wang Sheng!

However, the purple star flashed slightly, and Wang Sheng forced the Nascent Soul to activate the higher-level Ziwei Tianjian. At this time, due to insufficient "soul power", the Nascent Soul Light quickly dimmed.

The phantom sighed in the air, staring at Galina who had escaped from the blade...

Although it was just a little worse, my sword would only hurt Galina. If she was unable to kill her, it would not have any impact on the result.

The phantom flashed, turned into streams of light and quickly returned to Wang Sheng's body. The Nascent Soul quickly returned to his position, and a strong sense of fatigue swept across his limbs and bones.

Yao Yun quickly returned to the Wuling Sword, and Wang Sheng staggered and couldn't help but kneel on the ground on one knee.

Wang Sheng smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't you leave any magic power for me?"

‘There are not too many, so I’m still going to blame me?’ Yaoyun snorted softly, and then her mind became a little gentler, ‘Let’s go, what did you say before.’

"I can try again," Wang Sheng grabbed a bunch of elixirs in the pendant, and swallowed them all no matter what kind of elixirs it was.

His eyes were fixed on the dark camp practitioners gathered around him again, and he also knew that he was at the end of his strength.

But, how to be willing?

How to be willing?

After fighting hard until now, do you have to give up the people behind you and leave in a panic?

"I'm very afraid of death..."

Wang Sheng took a breath, felt the medicine dissolve in his body, and gave him a little more magic power.

Then, Wang Sheng took out a series of talismans, Vajra Talismans to protect, ape jumping talismans, divine walking talismans, flying talismans...

'You have tried your best, don't force yourself too much.'

"I still have sword skills," Wang Sheng wanted to hold the Wuling Sword tightly, but his right hand trembled a little. This is the sequelae of his Nascent Soul going out to fight hard, and it takes a certain amount of time to recover.

But he still leaned on the long sword and stood up with some difficulty, shaking his body back and forth, barely lifting the Wuling Sword...

His eyes swept forward, and all the practitioners of the dark camp who were about to rush over all retreated...

"Kill him."

Grena gave a cold and hard order, and she slowly stood up again, without any injuries on her body, but her breath was already 20% weaker than before.

The terrifying self-healing ability of the blood clan really made Wang Sheng a little speechless.

Without the extra energy to shout, Wang Sheng tried his best to absorb his vitality and prepared for his last attempt. Although the spiritless sword in his hand was trembling, his eyes did not shake at all...

Come.

war!

This was the thought conveyed by his eyes, but his eyes swept over and the masters of the dark camp retreated again.

"Master Wang! You go!"

With a shout, at the edge of the formation, a white-haired, decently dressed old man rushed out and stood directly in front of Wang Sheng.

Immediately afterwards, four men and one woman rushed out of the edge of the formation and blocked Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng frowned, but could only sigh with his head raised, his eyes a little astringent...

The seventh, the eighth, the ninth...

A row of "hostages" stood up, surrounded Wang Sheng, and stood in front of Wang Sheng.

Some children wanted to rush out and were pulled by someone, and more people rushed forward, step by step out of the formation, with determination, fear, fear, and anger!

"Master Wang, please leave quickly, let's stop them for a while," a 14 or 15-year-old girl stood behind Wang Sheng with a crying voice, "Thank you for saving us... You go quickly, you can't beat them so many!"

"Let's go!"

"Let's go! One can live, one! I happened to be reincarnated and learn magic to learn, kill these bastards!"

"Master Wang..."

"Master Wang!"

Wang Sheng clenched his left fist tightly. He wanted to rush out, but a light of inspiration came out of the Wuling Sword, wrapping his whole body...

"Enough"

Galina suddenly roared, and a blood-colored energy ball condensed from her hand, and her eyes were filled with a strong anger and smashed it towards Wang Sheng!

Wang Sheng wanted to leap hard, but the Wuling Sword tried to pull Wang Sheng downwards. The old man in front of Wang Sheng turned around and rushed towards Wang Sheng, wanting to use his body without cultivation to resist the attack of the vampire queen...

Mana!

Nascent Soul!

Sword Intention!

Yaoyun! Yaoyun!

Wang Sheng was stunned and kept roaring in his heart, but he could only watch the "ball of despair" approaching...

A shallow magic array had already appeared under his feet, which was Yao Yun's last spiritual power, which could send Wang Sheng directly back to Dahua.

Wang Sheng slowly closed his eyes, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart burned his heart...

'You have done your best.' Yao Yun said softly, the formation was about to be activated, Wang Sheng's eyes closed weakly, and many people around rushed towards this side, trying to protect Wang Sheng with their flesh and blood, although they had no time at all...

Wang Sheng did not dare to look at the faces of these people, but he knew that he would remember them in his life and his powerlessness at this moment.

Go to become stronger, go to become strong enough to protect everything you want to protect!

"Feel sorry……"

Before his eyelids were about to close, Wang Sheng suddenly saw something and saw...

A trace of gray gas from nowhere wrapped the flying blood ball directly and pulled it towards the sky!

It seemed like a star flashing gently in the air. Wang Sheng only felt that he was being pulled by someone. The formation under his feet suddenly disappeared, and the mortals rushing towards him strangely fell into a static state!

A slender hand carved from white jade reached out and gently slid across his face, shrinking back like an electric shock.

Wang Sheng also heard the familiar voice with a sigh.

"It's all right."

Wang Sheng turned his head in surprise, saw the familiar face, and the white hair that was coiled up.

His heart relaxed and his whole body fell down. The Nascent Soul, who had been holding on forcing, almost completely lost its luster. His Qihai returned to silence, and the sky was dim and dim.

The person who helped Wang Sheng put Wang Sheng down so that he could sit cross-legged; his slender hands fiddled at the side, and all the crowded mortals around pushed back and sat on the edge of the formation wall.

They seemed to have been imposed on a fixed body, and they all looked confused at this person who looked very young but gave people a sense of oldness...

Immortal.

Widths of fairy light gathered on Wang Sheng's shoulders, and the little fairy appeared again, but the fairy's face was covered with coldness.
To be continued...