Chapter 1201 Spoiler
Both Yang Qingxuan and Lance turned a deaf ear to each other, staring at each other, wary of the other's sudden attack.
Because Yang Qingxuan took three jade boxes, Lance would not let him go no matter what.
Yuan Kui was furious, and shouted, "You're courting death!"
He was full of anger, and was suddenly ignited by Dao Jinghuan, his whole body seemed to explode, and the monsters manifested crazily, roaring and rushing up!
"Hey! Emperor Heaven!"
Dao Jinghuan was horrified, and hurriedly shouted: "Set up the formation!"
More than a dozen disciples immediately spread out and made a formula with both hands in front of them. A burst of white soul light lit up behind them, turning into knives of different shapes, hanging upside down in the air.
The disciples of the sword field are all sword-shaped martial souls.
"Buzz!"
The dozens of Wuhun knives buzzed and trembled, gradually connecting together and resonating.
Dao Jinghuan shouted: "Shift and change positions!"
More than a dozen people dispersed immediately, and did not confront Yuan Kui head-on, leaving the frontal battlefield to Dao Jinghuan, and they dispersed to both sides.
But the sword souls between each other seemed to sense something, and directly pulled the sword energy away, covering Yuan Kui like a giant net.
At the same time, Dao Jinghuan made a formula in his hand, and a series of runes slapped into the sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "I don't want the sword to fall!"
A huge knife melted in mid-air and slashed straight down!
Yuan Kui was startled, his heart twitched violently, and he found that he had fallen into the knife array. More than a dozen knives were chopped off in all directions.
"There's a world in your sleeves!"
Yuan Kui shouted angrily, flicked his sleeves, a piece of soul light diffused, sucking in all the saber energy. With another slap of the left hand, all the power of the beast gushed out, turning into a red light shield in front of him.
"Boom!"
Dao Jinghuan slashed on the shield with a knife, blocked it for a while, and shattered it.
Yuan Kui felt the coldness piercing his heart, and the saber fell directly on his body without weakening, and he screamed in pain, blood was printed on his chest, and half of his clothes were wet.
This knife also immediately calmed Yuan Kui, and instead of rushing forward, he roared and slapped his palm directly to the side, looking for the disciple with the lowest cultivation level to kill.
But more than a dozen disciples changed positions in an instant, and under the flash of figures, three disciples immediately gathered in front of Yuan Kui, and they slashed at him in unison.
And the disciples from other directions also shot at the same time, once again forming a network of knives, covering the air.
Dao Jinghuan said with a sinister smile: "The scum of Zhan Lingzong dares to jump in front of my sword field. Isn't this courting death? I can't blame me for killing me!"
Yuan Kui was startled and angry, and shouted: "If you want to kill me, at least take a few lives in exchange!"
Yuan Kui's canthus were about to burst, and he kept making tricks in his hands, a large piece of soul light gushed out, and the beast once again transformed into a three-headed gluttonous image, roaring in the sky.
"Explode! Explode! Explode!"
Yuan Kui kept making seals, patted Dao Jinghuan, and roared: "The border exploded!"
Dao Jinghuan shouted: "Come together!"
More than a dozen disciples immediately changed their formations, and a huge silver magic circle rose under the feet of the sword field disciples, emitting a sharp cold light, and a huge sword energy was lingering on it, and a biting fighting spirit spread out.
More than a dozen sword spirits fused continuously in mid-air, and finally turned into a huge silver knife. Under the light of the knife, more than a dozen disciples all exuded the same aura, as if they were the same person.
Dao Jinghuan made a formula in his hand, and a series of runes slapped into the sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "Slash the tyrant!"
The big knife in the mid-air suddenly turned its light, and an aura that swept across the void gushed out wildly.
"Boom!"
The giant knife slashed at the beast, and the powerful energy was blown out, and the aftermath was pushed out like waves.
"what!"
With a loud roar, Yuan Kui flew backwards and fell far away on the wall of the hall, spurting several mouthfuls of blood, completely losing the strength to fight again.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes showed surprise. Yuan Kui's strength was originally higher than that of Dao Jinghuan, but Dao Jinghuan defeated Yuan Kui with a single sword.
The sword formation in this sword field contains a very strong formation, and more than a dozen disciples have used it to do whatever they want, like a fish in water, obviously it has been practiced for a long time.
I don't know if Daoyu has to practice more frequently on weekdays, or it was prepared temporarily for the purpose of discussing martial arts in the sky.
But none of that matters anymore.
After Dao Jinghuan put away the saber, he laughed wildly and turned his eyes. More than ten disciples immediately understood and surrounded Yang Qingxuan and Lance.
Yang Qingxuan grinned, looked at Lance playfully, and said, "Are you coming or am I?"
Lance snorted coldly, turned a blind eye to the people in the sword domain, and said coldly: "Give me back the ancestors!"
Dao Jinghuan and all his classmates turned their gazes, and all of them fell on Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan sneered, and said, "What ancestral treasure? The treasures are all on your body, but you gave them all to me."
The eyes of everyone in Daoyu turned back again, and all of them fell on Lance.
Knowing that this was Yang Qingxuan's provocation, Lance sneered and cursed: "Despicable human!"
With a long roar, he spread his wings and rushed towards Yang Qingxuan, regardless of the encirclement of the people in the sword field.
"I still want to fight, I will fulfill you!"
Yang Qingxuan stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Nanming Lihuo Sword reappeared, and the powerful sword intent spread out.
"Hey! Emperor Heaven! Two more Emperor Heaven!"
Dao Jinghuan took a deep breath and was taken aback, almost unsteady holding the knife in his hand.
He has experienced all the way, relying on his tyrannical strength and sword formation, gods block and kill gods, demons block and kill demons, unscrupulous, that's why he has the overbearing attitude of making several people kneel down and offer treasures as soon as he enters the hall.
He never dreamed that the three people in this ancient hall were all emperors, and from the perspective of momentum, none of them were weaker than him.
And the two of them didn't see him at all, and they seemed to ignore him completely.
Can't help but get angry, and said coldly: "Kill! Kill them all!"
More than a dozen disciples drew their sabers again, and all kinds of saber spirits appeared on each of them, dazzled at once.
Dao Jinghuan also started again, and shouted: "Hold the sword! Cut the bully sword!"
A huge light knife synthesized in the air and slashed down sharply.
Yang Qingxuan chuckled, and made a tactic with one hand, time gears appeared around him, and the time slowed down several times at once.
Yang Qingxuan took another step to the side, and he shrunk to an inch, so close to the sky, he escaped the envelope of the knife.
In fact, when Dao Jinghuan beheaded Yuan Kui, he quietly paid attention to it, and had a certain understanding of this formation of swords.
When the sword light cut down, he calculated the best time to dodge, displayed his martial spirit and body skills, and stepped out in one step, leaving Lance alone in the entire sword array.
"Hey! What?!"
Lance was horrified. While fighting with Yang Qingxuan, he watched Dao Jinghuan join the sword. Seeing Ba Dao fall, he thought that the two of them were inevitable and could only fight together.
It's not a problem for two people to fight against Ba Dao, but in the blink of an eye, Lance realizes that he is alone!