When I become a demon king, I want to change my department to the Taoist sect.

Chapter 128 Sword Formation

The powerful white-bone god-demon is a divine magic form known for its brute force. With Black Wind's size of nearly a hundred feet at this moment, it struck down horizontally, showing the pure essence of its power.

Even if Wang Yu used all his magic power to turn the seawater into multiple overlapping waves in the middle, it would be difficult to get rid of it under such brute force. The ones that were beaten disintegrated one by one and turned into rain all over the sky.

The others were not good at defense, but they still tried their best to stop this palm that was like a mountain.

Lin Lang's eyes were astonishingly bright, and the thunder light flashed. Thousands of thunderbolts fell straight down, hitting the Bone God Demon. Every blow hit him, and a dazzling purple silver light burst out, making it dazzling. , its power cannot be underestimated.

The white bones were beaten to pieces and cracked, and small lines appeared.

Although there was damage, the effect was average. Heifeng's white-bone demonic body was baptized by such thunder, and his feet only staggered slightly. The movements of his hands did not even stop, and he still grabbed everyone viciously, just with a The strong wind made people sting slightly.

Lin Lang and others could naturally escape by using escape techniques, but Fan Xiang still sat there quietly, planning a killing move. There was no way they could escape, so they ignored him.

Therefore, we can only bite the bullet and face it!

Wanfa Shen Huan also let out a light scold, and threw out defensive spells one after another as if they were free. In an instant, eighteen barriers with different lights appeared between the giant palm and everyone.

Although it breaks into pieces under the mighty force of the giant palm, it can still slightly slow down its fall.

Moreover, Shen Huan is still releasing and replenishing continuously. Every time Black Wind breaks one, Shen Huan can replenish one.

As he kept waving his hands, spells were fired one after another, and the mysterious light bloomed, like a machine that was running ruthlessly.

There is a small pot floating next to Shen Huan, which is also a magic weapon... The Junyang Heavenly Pot is a standard treasure of the Wanfa lineage.

This treasure has no other use. It can only help others quickly restore their vitality. For other monks, although this treasure is useful, it cannot reach the level of a magic weapon.

But for the Wanfa lineage, Junyang Tianhu is the most important magic weapon.

The magic power that can be stored in a Junyang Tianhu of the magic weapon level is equivalent to the combined magic power of ten Jindan Daoist beings.

The skills of Wanfa Sect allow them to use them immediately. With this magic weapon, all Wanfa disciples become monsters with nearly unlimited magic power.

Therefore, when fighting against the Wanfa lineage, the most critical thing is to destroy their Junyang Tianhu first. Otherwise, they will face an endless torrent of spells. Even enemies who are originally only between brothers will be dragged down alive. die.

On the contrary, if the Junyang Heavenly Pot is broken, and the disciples of Wanfa squander their mana, they will fall into the dilemma of running out of mana after just a few rounds of fighting.

As the former Jindan Zhenren, Heifeng naturally knew where the vital gate of Wanfamen was.

His fierce eyes flashed, and he let out a roar. His mountain-like fist retracted first, then he clasped his hands together, raised it high, and struck Shen Huan hard like an ax of heavenly punishment, carrying wind and thunder.

Whether it was Wang Yu's sea water or Shen Huan's defensive spell, they all disintegrated like paper under this blow.

Wang Yu and Shen Huan had tried their best, with blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths and trembling all over. Although they were both proud men of heaven, they still looked pale and powerless in the face of the huge gap between the two realms.

Lin Lang was already fighting almost crazy at this time, the magic power in his body flowed out like a flood, and the endless thunder gathered into a net, pressing down on the black wind.

His body was crackling from the bombardment, and his muscles and armor were scorched in many places. Although he looked extremely miserable, none of them were fatal injuries.

Black Wind roared angrily, completely ignoring Lin Lang's divine thunder net, and vowed to beat Shen Huan and his Junyang Heavenly Pot into powder.

Seeing that the defense was being defeated layer by layer, when the mountain-like fist was about to hit Shen Huan,

At this most critical moment, Yan Qingyun took action. Her long hair was fluttering in the wind, and countless vines appeared out of thin air, entangled with each other, and turned into a green spear dozens of feet long. All the mana was poured into the tip of the spear. At one point, it rubbed against the vitality of heaven and earth, making a sharp and harsh sound.

Then with an unstoppable momentum, it penetrated into Heifeng's chest.

Keng, Keng!

The two clashed, making the sound of gold and iron. Although they failed to penetrate the white-bone demon body, they still slightly blocked the black wind's offensive. "You are a bunch of ants." Black Wind's scarlet eyes were full of madness, "How dare you stop me!"

I saw that the pale bone spurs on the powerful white bone god and demon fell off one after another and turned into hundreds of spiral bone spears.

He looked up to the sky, opened his mouth, and shouted angrily. Suddenly, a shocking wave of air spurted out, like a shocking spring and a waterfall flowing upstream. When it reached the sky, it spread out like thick clouds.

Accompanied by this roar that shook the sky and the earth, the bone spiral gun quickly stabbed the people below.

Everyone had already used all their strength, but now there was no room left to deal with these bone spikes.

Lin Lang and Wang Yu both looked a little desperate, Yanfa Zhan Yinshen was still too whimsical.

Yan Qingyun's eyes flashed with hesitation. She had a way to block it, but it was a life-saving means left by her master.

Yun Tou's dark voice said in a deep voice: "After fighting like this, these juniors have far exceeded expectations, and they have proven themselves enough!"

The Yin Shen from Shangqing frowned and said, "Wait a minute!"

Seeing the displeasure on others' faces, he added: "I promise these little guys will be fine."

A small sword no longer than the length of an index finger jumped out and floated in the air.

The rest of the people were speechless. Shangqing Sword Cultivator's shooting speed was recognized as the fastest in the world, not to mention the venerable in front of him, who was always known for his extreme speed.

Since he has made a guarantee, there will never be any accidents.

The Venerable Master of Shangqing looked at Fan Xiang, who was still sitting upright, with a look of belief in his eyes.

Just before the bones were about to penetrate everyone, Fan Xiang suddenly opened his eyes.

A surge of sword intent surged out, and Lin Lang and Shen Huan felt their eyes sting slightly.

"Fellow Taoists, you have done a good job. Now I will leave it to Fan!"

Looking at Fan Xiang who looked like a peerless sword, they all failed and retreated thousands of feet away.

Heifeng looked at what he saw in front of him, but a human the size of an ant dared to speak arrogant words, and said angrily: "Sword cultivator of Shangqing, you are too arrogant!"

Fan Xiang didn't even look at Hei Feng. Instead, he displayed his natal flying sword gracefully and chanted: "Go west to Lotus Mountain and see the stars from afar!"

As the mana around the body surged, the flying sword suddenly shook and split into seven. The seven sword lights divided into countless shining sword energies.

Excellent swordsmanship, sword light differentiation!

This change was not complete yet, the sword light flew everywhere, covering Heifeng's huge legal body and hiding it into a ball.

Hei Feng looked at Fan Xiang with a slightly fearful look, and said coldly: "If it had been before, what was lying here right now would have been a corpse, but now I am no longer what I used to be. No matter how talented you are, you are just a corpse." If you want to kill me with your swordsmanship at the golden elixir stage, it’s not enough!”

After hearing Hei Feng's tirade, Tang Yuan couldn't help but stroke his forehead. No matter how he reformed this idiot, he could not escape the fate of a villain.

At this point, Fan Xiang still took a sip of wine.

"Of course I can't do it with swordsmanship." He stretched out a finger and shook it slightly, "But sword formation can!"

The sword qi instantly turned into blossoming green lotuses, and the qi connected with each other instantly turned into a large formation!

It is Shangqing Kendo, the most superior kendo inheritance...the art of sword formation.

(End of this chapter)