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"Then let's see who has the last laugh......" Zhuang Yichen retreated to the Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array, which was composed of the most powerful disciples of the Qingjing Sect, and waited quietly.

Everyone covered their bodies with phantom arrays, and if they didn't investigate carefully, they wouldn't be able to find it for a while.

This was also the center of the Seven Evil Sword Formation, and the small emerald sword that controlled the Sword Formation was already on him.

"If you retreat now, I can not blame the past!" Zhuang Yichen said in a loud voice, and his voice passed far away.

This is his last shred of mercy.

"Dream on you!"

"It seems that the people of the Qingjing Sect are all lacking in heart and eyes, and they have chosen a fool to be the young master!"

"Today, you Qingjing Sect chicken dogs will not be left, and every female disciple will be toyed with by us a few times!" The martial artists of the five major forces continued to attack with vicious words.

"Little thing, you come over to me first, and honestly explain where the sanctification books are!" A big hand grabbed Zhuang Yichen in the air.

"Sonorous!" a long sword appeared in the air, blocking the old monster's big hand.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" another old martial monster laughed and followed suit.

"I didn't expect that the Qingjing Sect would have such a powerful formation, and the four of them would be able to resist the attack of the Martial Confucian powerhouse!"

"The Qingjing Sect definitely has a martial arts inheritance from the ancient times!" The martial artists of several major sects up and down were crazy.

Envy, jealousy, red-eyed! How can such a martial art inheritance Qingjing Sect be, they don't deserve it.

Seeing that the big hand of this old martial demon was about to grab Zhuang Yichen again, suddenly another long sword appeared obliquely and entangled it.

"It's four martial heroes again!" At this time, even the old martial monsters showed a look of surprise, when did the Qingjing Sect become so powerful.

Could it be that the Qingjing Sect still has a lot of hole cards and strong people that they don't know about? Not to mention anything else, the formation of these four people alone is enough for them to have a headache.

When he was stunned like this, Zhuang Yichen roared: "Formation!"

With his words, all the disciples of the Qingjing Sect moved. One after another, the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Arrays and the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Arrays were running wildly.

"What's, what is this?"

"Damn! it's a formation again, and it looks even more powerful!" many warriors cursed one after another, and thousands of people were divided into many small pieces and trapped in the formation.

"Seven swords are rising!" Zhuang Yichen groaned, and the sword flashed again among the seven peaks, which surprised the old monsters of Wuru.

But before they could react, they found themselves trapped!

"Damn!" The old monsters of Wuru are all majestic characters who dominate the world and are incredible, how could they have ever encountered such a thing. At the moment, they were all furious, and they attacked the disciples of the Qingjing Sect on all sides.

It's just that this Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array is composed of six eighteen Arhat Arrays, and the internal forces of all the people who set up the formation have been gathered through the formation, and the power has not only not weakened, but also multiplied.

In particular, Zhuang Yichen's group is composed of martial artists, and their own power can compete with a martial artist.

And now, all Zhuang Yichen needs is to trap them, not attack and kill, so the entire formation presents a quality like kraft candy.

The attacks of the old monsters of Wuru are not fierce, but they always feel that they have crashed into the void and cannot burst out with the strongest attacks.

"Commanders, please quickly kill their strong men above the martial master!" Zhuang Yichen ordered Zheng Rongshen and the others at this time.

At this time, even Samurai Hao, Xiaoyaozi and others were caught in the big array, and the warriors of the five major forces were all isolated.

Although their strength is stronger than that of the Qingjing Sect, they can't stand the large number of people, and they have formed this strange formation to improve their strength.

"Even if my disciples and grandchildren are killed by you, you will eventually be buried with you. An old martial monster sneered.

He had already felt that this formation wanted to kill the five of them, but he couldn't do it.

"Funeral?" "Are you joking!" Zhuang Yichen smiled coldly and immediately took out He Yi's seal.

This is a treasure handmade by the top Wenru, containing all the essence and blood, and the momentum is amazing!

The old monsters of Wuru are all characters who have lived for a long time, and they feel bad at this time.

"Boy, you dare!" an old martial Confucian monster grabbed Zhuang Yichen menacingly. It's a pity that he was blocked back by Mu Qingrong's sword.

Zhuang Yichen put his soul qi into He Yi's seal with a solemn expression, and Shangguan Yuchan glanced at him in some surprise at this time.

No one knew Zhuang Yichen better than her, and the aura of the soul at this time was not at all what she knew on a daily basis.

He Yi's seal flew into the air, like the sun, and then shone brightly to an incredible extent.

"Before, soldiers, fights, people, all, arrays, columns, in, front!" Zhuang Yichen pronounced the first word, and Wen Ru's mantra immediately entwined the three old martial Confucian monsters that his divine thoughts had locked.

This is He Yi's most powerful magic weapon, and it is also the only brainchild of Wen Ru.

"What's going on, why do I feel like I'm in a quagmire!" the three old martial arts monsters were shocked.

This is where many martial heroes suddenly appeared around them, densely surrounding them, and they all used powerful martial arts to attack.

The small seal suddenly flew into the air, spinning infinitely, and even the Seven Evil Sword Formation had no way to stop it.

The seal rose in the wind, and after a moment it was as huge as a hill, and then it fell down with a roar.

The three old martial arts monsters showed a look of horror in their eyes, and they roared and struck out their big hands and blasted towards the seal.

However, this seal was sealed by He Yi himself, and although it could only be used three times, each time it was equivalent to a blow with all his strength.

What a terrifying power this is, how can it be stopped by three martial artists who are close to longevity.

"Boom!" The small mountain formed by the seal did not fall down for a moment, and first smashed heavily on the six big hands, causing a burst of sorrow.

However, at this time, the divine power in the seal had been fully stimulated, and the three old martial Confucian monsters were crushed into powder without mercy.

"Ahh

And the terrifying sound of the suppression made the entire battlefield appear to be momentarily sluggish.

Wu Shihao, Xiaoyaozi, Ouyang Wangyue, Chang Zidan, and Mu Piaoyu were stunned. Zheng Rongshen and the heads of the peaks were also stunned.

The martial artists of the five major sects were stunned, and some were so frightened that they peed their pants but didn't feel it.