As the words of the Qingxuan Daoist sounded, dozens of the more than 200 Qingchengguan disciples gathered around took out their long swords, stretched their bodies, and divided and surrounded Fang Bai, Ghost Hand, and Wu De, and formed a sword formation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fang Bai took a closer look, and saw that this sword array was composed of a total of seven seven and forty-nine people, standing in the direction of gossip, and secretly conforming to the way of heaven, thinking that Qingchengguan was worthy of being one of the great sects in the ancient martial arts world of China, and there were indeed some doorways.

Fang Bai could see that although most of the seventy-seven forty-nine Qingchengguan disciples who formed this sword formation were only yellow-level martial artists, once this sword formation was operational, the power would be very amazing, and it would be difficult for ordinary earth-level martial artists to gain benefits.

Fortunately, the ghost hand was accompanied by himself on this trip, otherwise he would have come alone to seek revenge, and I am afraid that there would be no return.

Seeing that the sword array was arranged, the other more than 100 Qingchengguan disciples retreated a few zhang away, holding long swords, sweeping the formation on the side, ready to provide support at any time.

"The Bagua Sword Array is the Zhenguan Array of my Qingcheng Temple, it is powerful, no matter how strong these three people are, they will not be able to escape today!"

Every Qingchengguan disciple thought so in their hearts.

"This formation is a bit of a doorway!haha...... It just so happens that I haven't fought with anyone for ten days and a half months, and my hands are a little itchy, so I'll play with you!"

As he spoke, Wu De had already launched an attack first.

He was a high-level martial artist at the ground level, and his eyesight was extraordinary, and he could see the key to the sword formation at a glance, so the target of the attack was directed at the Qingxuan Dao Chief.

Qingxuan Dao Chang is the eye of this sword array, the entire sword array, commanded by him, as long as he can kill Qingxuan Dao Chang, the sword array will not be attacked, and there will be no threat.

As soon as Wu De moved, the entire sword array also moved, dozens of long swords came out together, and the sword light intertwined into a scene of sword nets, stirring up the fierce sword wind and sword qi, and swept over the three people trapped in the sword array from all directions, as if to cut the three people to pieces.

This gossip sword array, which secretly coincides with a bit of heavenly dao, once it is urged, the true yuan is endless, and the sword moves are endless, as if the three people in the formation are not killed, they will never stop.

The ghost hand only felt that there were sword shadows all around his body, and he didn't know which sword was real and which sword was fake, and those sword shadows were wrapped in strong true yuan and fierce sword qi, and the strength and power of each sword were beyond his imagination.

He couldn't think of a way to break the formation for a while, so he had to run the "Buddha Fury Golden Scepter Gong" exercise with all his strength, protecting his body with his true yuan, and at the same time roaring again and again, his fists kept bombarding, hoping to break the sword formation with brute force.

However, although his fist was fierce, when he bombarded the heavy sword curtains around him, it seemed to be hitting the quagmire of a puddle, and he had no strength, and he couldn't help but be more and more surprised the more he fought.

Snort-

Snort-

The sound of the cloth cracking sounded, and it was the clothes on the ghost hand that were cut out by the sword wind, if it weren't for the ghost hand's body method being fast enough, he would have been injured.

In comparison, Wu De, whose strength is much higher than that of the ghost hand, is much easier.

Wu De seemed to be a drunken person, his body swayed left and right, and under the stumbling, he easily dodged the heavy sword nets that attacked him, and occasionally attacked with fists and feet, and the thick true yuan surged out, and the operation of the surrounding sword arrays would be stagnant.

Wu De could have easily rushed out of this little gossip sword formation, but he had the heart to play tricks on these Taoist priests, and kept dealing with them, wanting to exhaust their True Yuan physical strength.

Fang Bai was undoubtedly the most relaxed of the three people in the sword formation, he didn't even move his hands behind his back, he just used the Longyou Nine Heavens Body Technique, sliding leisurely in the sword formation, crisscrossing and dense like rain, and he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

"Bu Gossip Great Sword Array!"

Seeing that the small sword array couldn't help Fang Bai and the three of them, Qingxuan Dao Chang's face changed slightly, and he shouted again.

His shouts sounded, and among the Qingchengguan disciples who were watching the battle around, dozens of people immediately held long swords and flew to join the sword formation.

In an instant, the Bagua Small Sword Formation composed of seven seven and forty-nine people turned into a Bagua Great Sword Formation composed of nine hundred and eighty-one people, and its power increased several times.

The ghost hand was trapped in the small sword formation, and it was already a little difficult to deal with it, at this time, the big sword formation was one, and he was under more pressure, and it didn't take long for his left arm to be cold, and he was slashed by the tip of a long sword, and he was slightly injured.

Although the three of them were divided and surrounded, Fang Bai's divine sense was scattered, enveloping the entire sword array, and he knew the situation of the ghost hand and Wu De clearly.

Fat Daoist Wu De is worthy of being a high-level powerhouse at the ground level, although the pressure on him from the big sword formation has doubled, he is still at ease, but if he wants to break the formation now, it will take some time.

The ghost hand was injured, and Fang Bai also knew it clearly, but he didn't help.

For a warrior, the more dangerous and difficult the battle situation, the more he can enrich the actual combat experience and hone the will to fight, and the greater the pressure on the ghost hand, the more benefits he will get in the future.

It can be said that after this battle, the combat power of the ghost hand will be raised to a higher level.

Snort-

Snort-

The sound of the clothes tearing kept ringing, mixed with the low snort of the ghost hand.

Half an hour passed, and Ghost Hand's clothes were already broken, and he didn't know how many sword wounds he had suffered on his body, and blood continued to seep out of his wounds, soaking his clothes, making him look like a bloody man.

This battle is unprecedentedly fierce for the ghost hand, and the consumption is huge, although he can continue to absorb the vitality in the Yuan Stone to replenish, but the replenishment speed is far from keeping up with the consumption speed, and finally the true yuan and physical strength are almost exhausted, his legs begin to float, and the whole person is close to a state of collapse.

Although he knew that the master must be by his side, the ghost hand was still gritting his teeth and holding on, and he did not make a sound to ask for help.

When he was about to run out, the ghost hand suddenly had a kind of enlightenment, and the realm cultivation reached a critical point of advancement in an instant.

As long as he was given a moment's time, he would be able to break through the barrier of advancement in one fell swoop and reach a new realm, and his strength would increase by leaps and bounds.

The changes that had occurred on the ghost hand's body, Fang Bai sensed it immediately, he had the intention to protect the ghost hand and help him break through, so he stepped forward with one foot and slammed on the ground.

"Get out of here!"

At the same time as his right foot hit the ground, Fang Bai opened his mouth and let out a low and deep roar.

Eight desolate steps of the gods!

Lion's Whistle Strikes!

Fang Bai's foot stepped down, as if a 10,000-foot tall ancient desolate god elephant used its giant pillar-like elephant legs to step on the ground, and the entire Qingcheng View seemed to tremble.

The ninety-nine eighty-one Qingchengguan disciples who formed the Bagua Great Sword Formation stumbled and stumbled, making it difficult to stand firmly, and the sword formation suddenly became messy.

At the same time, Fang Bai's roar was like that of an enraged lion, looking up to the sky and roaring angrily.

The sound waves rolled, like invisible sound waves, rushing out towards the surroundings, shaking all the Qingchengguan disciples' qi and blood churning, their minds dizzy, and their eardrums cracked.

Some of the weaker Qingchengguan disciples threw down the long sword in their hands, covered their ears with both hands, and fell to the ground and rolled over, with a painful look on their faces.

Even the Qing Xuan Dao Chief, who had the strength of Xuan-level perfection, turned pale, his body shook a few times, and he almost fell to the ground.

(PS: Ask for tickets!) (To be continued.) )