Chapter 242 Ling Ruda's revenge for his broken arm (2800 words, please subscribe)

Ling Pengyun fought with the remaining group of Fire Feather Swallows for about an incense stick.

Ling Ruda, the second elder of the Ling family stationed at Qingshi Lake, dozens of miles away from Fruit Bee Ridge, rode a fairy crane in the late stage of Qi training to support him.

Ling Pengyun glanced at the situation, his expression slightly delighted, and hurriedly signaled loudly.

"Thirteenth great-grandfather, temporarily help me block the first-stage Fire Feather Swallow of Foundation Building, I will kill the remaining more than 100 Fire Feather Swallows in the Qi Training Stage."

Ling Ruda, who had just arrived on a fairy crane in the late stage of Qi training, heard Ling Pengyun's call and immediately did so.

He patted the storage bag on his waist, took out twelve Qingling swords from it, and formed a ground evil sword formation.

Because he was about to fight a Fire Feather Swallow in the first stage of Foundation Building, he did not hold back and directly used a killing move, performing the Rong character sword technique, condensing a sword beam of more than ten feet long, and killed the Fire Feather Swallow in the first stage of Foundation Building on the battlefield.

The Fire Feather Swallow at the first level of foundation building was struggling with the two Green Steel Flying Swords that Ling Pengyun had fired.

When it sensed that there was another ten-foot-long sword beam coming, it was several feet away from it.

Under the pressure of crisis, it had no choice but to hold up the body-protecting Yuan Gang and transform into a fiery red light curtain to block the ten-foot-long sword beam fired by Ling Ruda.

But it was this move that made the swallow block the attack of the Green Steel Flying Swords, and the attack of the three-foot-long Red Flame Swallow was stagnant.

Ling Pengyun also seized this opportunity and once again pinched his fingers to condense a Blue Sea Sky Sword, flattening the last hundred or so Fire Feather Swallows in the Qi Training Stage in the distant swallow group with one sword.

Although this attack was a great achievement, his spiritual power was about to be exhausted.

He quickly took out a medicine bottle from his storage bag, poured out a Soul-Returning Pill and swallowed it into his stomach to restore his spiritual power.

In an instant, his Dantian, which was about to dry up, recovered 70% of his spiritual power.

With enough spiritual power, Ling Pengyun made hand gestures in succession and fired two blue sea sky swords, blasting at the second-level foundation building fire feather swallow entangled by the sword formation.

Even though this second-level foundation building fire feather swallow held up the body protection Yuan Gang in time, the two blue sea sky swords were powerful. Under the combined attack of the two swords, the body protection Yuan Gang held up by the swallow was directly shattered.

Although the two blue sea sky swords also exhausted their remaining power, the sword formation that had previously entangled with the swallow also carried a torrent of sword light, which directly swept over the body of the swallow.

In just three breaths, this second-level foundation building fire feather swallow was torn apart by the torrent of sword light.

But during this period of time, Ling Pengyun was bombarding this second-level foundation building fire feather swallow with all his strength.

The Qinggang mother-and-child flying sword that was entangled with another first-level foundation building fire feather swallow was directly knocked away by the red flame fire swallow shot by the first-level foundation building fire feather swallow because it had no subsequent spiritual power support.

Then, the three-meter-long Red Flame Swallow was also under the control of the first-level Fire Feather Swallow, and directly smashed the ten-meter-long sword light that Ling Ruda had created by the "Rongzi Sword Art".

Once the sword light was extinguished, the twelve first-grade high-quality Qingling swords that transformed into this sword light also turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Ling Ruda's spiritual energy surged in his body due to the damage to his magic weapon, and his consciousness stagnated.

Because he was in a dangerous situation, he relied on his strong spiritual power to suppress the surging spiritual energy. He looked at Ling Pengyun in the distance, and saw that Ling Pengyun could not provide timely support, and his expression showed a hint of helplessness.

Then his expression quickly changed and became firm.

"Genjin Sword Seed."

"Go."

Ling Ruda shouted loudly, and his sword energy soared into the sky, and a gust of wind blew around him.

The elderly Ling Ruda's waist was extremely straight at this moment, and his eyes were also shining.

Then, he opened his mouth and spit out a golden small sword the length of a finger.

As soon as the sword came out, he quickly forced out all the blood and essence in his body and shot it into the sword.

At the same time, his sword energy and all the spiritual power in his body also quickly merged into the golden sword.

The golden sword was injected with a large amount of blood, sword energy, and spiritual power, and it quickly grew.

In the blink of an eye, the sword grew to two feet long.

The sword was completed and it was out.

"Swish!"

The two-foot-long Gengjin sword light was extremely powerful and had the power to break the barrier. The power was enough to be comparable to the full-strength attack of a cultivator at the first level of foundation building.

Although the three-foot-long red flame swallow that attacked was powerful, after all, this spell had been fighting with the Qinggang mother-and-child flying sword for a long time, and only about 50% or 60% of its power was left.

The Gengjin sword light fought with it for about two breaths, then shattered the fire swallow, drove straight in, and bombarded the protective light curtain of the first-level fire feather swallow at the foundation building level, causing a huge wave.

After a breath, the sword light also exhausted its remaining power and dissipated on its own.

Although the protective Yuan Gang of the foundation-building first-level fire feather swallow was not shattered by the sword light, its flashing spiritual light was three points dimmer than before.

Seeing this, Ling Pengyun, who was far away, showed a trace of worry on his face and looked at Ling Ruda at the first time.

This attack far exceeded that of a Qi training cultivator, and there must be a price to pay.

When he noticed that Ling Ruda's face was pale and his aura quickly fell, but in the blink of an eye, he had fallen from the perfect Qi training realm to the late Qi training realm, and the speed of falling realm did not slow down, his heart trembled suddenly.

Ling Ruda was old and had little life left. He could live until now, all thanks to his cultivation.

Once his cultivation fell completely, it meant... he would have no life.

Ling Pengyun looked at the foundation-building first-level fire feather swallow fighting with Ling Ruda, and his heart was full of anger.

He patted the storage bag on his waist, took out another Huiling Pill from the storage bag, swallowed it, and practiced the technique to refine it.

A large amount of medicinal power quickly turned into pure spiritual power and filled his dry Dantian.

After the spiritual power was replenished, he pinched his fingers again and shot out two blue sea and sky swords.

In one fell swoop, he shattered the body-protecting Yuan Gang that built the first layer of the Fire-Feather Swallow, and then killed the last Fire-Feather Swallow.

After his achievement, he did not bother to collect the corpse of Huo Yuyan, but quickly rode Feng Yingpeng and rushed to Ling Ruda who was riding the fairy crane.

"Thirteenth great-grandfather, it was my negligence that caused you to be like this..." Ling Pengyun looked at the man who had squeezed out the last trace of essence and blood in his body, and his cultivation had dropped to the early stage of Qi training in just a few breaths, with only one breath left. Ling Ruda was filled with guilt.

"Silly boy, what's the harm in this?"

"It is my great honor to be able to work with you and other Foundation Establishment monks to kill a Foundation Establishment Stage Fire Feather Swallow, and I have no regrets."

"Peng Yun, I have no heirs in my life. The storage bag on my body contains my life's wealth. I planned to donate it to the family during this time to support the people in the clan who were born ordinary and have spiritual roots. , Now that I think about it, I can’t wait until the monster chaos is over.”

"The spiritual objects in this storage bag can only be entrusted to you to help me transfer them to the family. The contribution points in my account, like the batch of spiritual objects, will be distributed to the ordinary members of the clan."

"I have something to ask of you, as well as Yun Hong and others."

Ling Ruda was weak and pleaded.

"Thirteenth great-grandfather, please tell me that as long as the great-grandson can do it, he will definitely complete it." Ling Pengyun saw this and responded quickly.

When Ling Ruda saw Ling Pengyun's response, a trace of hatred emerged from his powerless eyes. He looked at the empty left arm and spoke hastily.

"My broken arm was cut off decades ago by Bai Jiaqian, the current head of the Tongyang Bai family, a foundation-building family in the Chen Kingdom."

"Decades ago, this man was my sworn brother when I was training. However, because he and I were exploring a high-level monk's cave and discovered the Earthly Sword Formation, he attacked me secretly and broke my arm. I built Ji's hope was also destroyed by Bai Jiaqian."

"The subsequent operation of the Disha Sword Technique is also in the hands of the Bai family."

"In the past, the family was weak, so only Yun Hong and Brother Eleven knew about this matter. Yun Hong took into account the power of the Bai family, so he did not take action against the Bai family."

"Now the family has four foundation-building warriors, which are a bit stronger than the Bai family."

"If there is a chance, I hope you, Yun Hong and others can help me avenge... Bai Jiaqian, regain the Earthly Evil Sword Technique... follow-up operations, and complete the Earthly Evil Sword Formation."

After saying these words, Ling Ruda exhausted the last bit of spiritual power in his body and removed the restriction on the recognition of the master between the fairy crane and the fairy crane he was sitting on.

Once his spiritual power is exhausted, he will have difficulty maintaining life.

He slowly closed his eyes, his breath dissipated in smoke, and he sat on the back of the immortal crane and disappeared.

And the fairy crane he sat down on also whined loudly at this moment, as if to see Ling Ruda off.

"Thirteenth great-grandfather, my great-grandson will do his best to avenge his great-grandfather and take back the opportunity that belongs to you." Ling Pengyun looked at Ling Ruda's body with a firm expression and vowed secretly.

Helping Ling Ruda to avenge him was not only to make up for his debt to Ling Rida, but also for the subsequent operation of the Disha Sword Technique.

He saw the power of the Earthly Evil Sword Art. If Ling wanted to become stronger, he would need the help of such powerful means as the Earthly Evil Sword Formation.

After being distracted for a moment, Ling Pengyun came back to his senses. He glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was shining brightly at this time.

In order to prevent Ling Ruda's body from smelling due to the temperature, he cast an ice spell to freeze Ling Ruda's body.

Afterwards, he rode the Fengying Peng to the battlefield just now, and harvested useful spiritual materials from the hundreds of Fire-Feather Swallow corpses on the ground.

After doing this, he took the fairy crane carrying Ling Ruda's body and rushed towards Xia Zhi Mountain, a subordinate power in Guofeng Ridge.

On the way, they happened to meet Ling Ruxian, who was originally stationed at Xiazui Mountain and came to support him.

"Thirteenth Brother..." Ling Ruxian saw the frozen body of Ling Ruda at a glance. His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of sadness rose on his face.

At the same time, a surge of anger surged into his heart, and he gritted his teeth.

"Peng Yun, why did the thirteenth brother die?"