Master of Unlimited Luck

But the problem is that I am least afraid of group battles!

Su Jing muttered in his heart and looked at the circular figure in front of him.

Fenxianggu obviously pays more attention to this matter than Tianyin Temple. In addition to the leading Shangguanzi, there are more than 20 or 30 disciples behind him, just like what Hu Xinyue said, the strength of these people They are not weak.

Hmm...not weak.

Shangguan Ce blocked Su Jing and Fox Xinyue, seeming to feel that they had the chance to win, with a leisurely look on their faces, and bowed respectfully with a smile: "Patriarch Fox, first time to meet you... the younger generation is here to meet you. Daughter reunited!"

Only his face is full of sarcasm.

Su Jing sighed: "If a villain has aspirations, he will be mad... a clown with a beaming clown posture. No wonder you have been the second in command after hundreds of years. I am afraid that you will only be the second in command for the rest of your life. If Fenxiang Valley really falls. In your hands, I am afraid that in less than ten years, you will have to be completely defeated, or simply become the leftover branch of the magic sect!"

Shangguance's free face instantly changed like pig liver...

He suddenly turned his head to look at Su Jing, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"It's useless to say more, I don't have time to talk with you for too long... Let's make a quick fight!"

Su Jing said lightly: "Patriarch Fox, you are also very old. If you don't want to move, just stand behind and scramble for me... I will solve them soon."

Shangguan Ce coldly yelled: "Arrogant and ignorant boy, you are not from Huqi Mountain, and you are so rude to say that you want to die?!"

If on weekdays...

Su Jing might still be in the mood to fight him, but at this moment, according to the plan... he must get rid of all these people as soon as possible.

He snorted slightly.

The purple brilliance on his side suddenly flickered, and in an instant, the boundless evil spirit swept across, and within the huge forest, the purple breath seemed to be there, and it just diffused completely...In the ancient forest, the air of unknown was permeated.

"The fruit is a demon!"

Shangguan Ce shouted: "Since you are a demon, you don't need to be merciful and kill him... I want to live this old fox!"

Accompanied by his command, what sounded was a terrible scream.

The figure of Su Jing who was still standing in the distance has disappeared...

And behind him.

A disciple of Fenxiang Valley didn’t even have time to pull out the weapon. He was already dead, and he still had an incredibly confused look before him... I don’t know why the enemy’s offensive would come from behind him .

Don't say that these many Fenxianggu disciples, even Shangguan Ce couldn't help but change their expressions... He didn't even know how the opponent got behind him.

If he had just attacked himself, he should be able to resist it when his aura was running, but how could the disciples of Fenxiang Valley have such a profound way of doing it?

He shouted loudly: "Good demon, there is such a weird method. The disciples listened to the orders, and the three of them formed a formation, each on their own guard... Do not let the enemy have a chance!"

As the voice fell, from around him, a chill was gradually spreading outward.

Sudden...

He shouted: "Northwest on the right!"

When the voice fell, a prismatic ice thorn emitted a blue light, shooting towards the nihility...

As soon as the ice thorn arrived, Su Jing's figure also appeared in it.

This time, Su Jing couldn't help but start to wonder. He didn't even have time to attack the Fenxianggu disciple who was panicked and had no time to react. Seeing that the ice thorn was close at hand, the Ziying Sword pierced the ground with his backhand.

"Sword Nine: Reincarnation!!!"

The boundless sword energy swept across the four directions, directly slashing the ice thorns to shreds... and then, to the many disciples of the incense valley!

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With one move, dozens of Fenxianggu disciples were attacked at the same time, but these disciples were indeed elite, facing Jian Jiu without panic...

Each shouted loudly.

The magic weapon gleamed on his body, and each used his own magic weapon to defend the power of the sword nine.

In an instant...

Even though there are many disciples in Fenxianggu, Su Jing's body has true spiritual aura, which is much stronger than the ordinary innate, but how can these junior disciples contend?

Suddenly, the boundless sword energy rushed past, beating these disciples to their backs, and many people suffered heavy injuries...

But no one died!

Su Jing couldn't help but admire secretly.

Should it be said that no loss is a cultivator?

Having lived for hundreds of years, the wisdom is indeed extraordinary. After a glance, he can immediately come up with a way to crack his seven impeccable conditions.

His figure disappeared again, only feeling the boundless cold surrounding him, as if to completely surround himself...

With a light snort, Ming Yugong was lifted.

Inhale this cold energy directly into the body, and then use the Sacred Heart Jue to transform it into its own power.

My heart suddenly became clear.

The cultivation base of this Shangguan Ce was not the true qi in the previous life, nor the true qi that he had cultivated. On the contrary, it was more like an inexplicable air current between spiritual consciousness and zhenqi.

Both spiritual sense and true energy...

It's no wonder that all monks live a long life in this azimuth, and it is not a problem to live for more than a thousand years!

With a single sword in his hand, he slashed towards Shangguan Ce... he didn't disturb the cold surrounding him at all.

This time, even if it was Shangguance, he couldn't react in time. After the sword attacked the body, he realized the difference...

With a loud shout, he didn't even see him doing anything. Above his head, a blue ice thorn appeared out of thin air, cutting towards Su Jing!

It was asking for a loser...

Su Jing withdrew his sword, resisting the ice thorn, and then the sword suddenly changed, and the ice thorn suddenly flew far away, completely piercing the Fenxiang Valley disciple who was on guard.

This time, even before he even screamed, the disciple was directly frozen into ice after his death.

"Bold demon!"

Seeing that his offensive was actually being used, Shangguan Ce shouted angrily, and once again transformed into several ice thorns around his body, the prismatic ice thorns exuded endless sharp edges, and at the same time they cut towards Su Jing.

Su Jing was also unwilling to show weakness, the ethereal sword technique was deployed, and the ice thorns were all three feet away...