On the ground covered by the power of the formation, a circle of shining words appeared, and then this circle of words rotated and split, and after a while, the patterns on the ground became countless circles of different sizes and shapes, overlapping one by one, not forming the shape of concentric circles, but the center of the circle was roughly near Michihiko Ando's body. The circles formed by the words slowly soared into the air, enveloping the entire shape in a three-dimensional cocoon.

Michihiko Ando waved his flag, and a single word came out of his mouth, and a rotating circle of light turned into a beam of dazzling light towards Zuo Lin shè. Zuo Lin's fingertips loosened, and an arrow shuffled out, colliding with the dazzling light in the air, and exploded violently.

Michihiko Ando didn't trust his disciples very much, otherwise he wouldn't have listed this kind of formation that concentrated everyone's spiritual power on him alone, and let him master the attack and defense steps by himself. Zuo Lin had an instant insight into this. This may be a powerful magic circle that integrates offense and defense, but it is impossible for a person's consciousness to be faster than the consciousness of a group of people, even if the consciousness of a group of people is not very useful most of the time.

Michihiko Ando used the formation that had been studied in the advanced development form of Shintoism's speech and spirit arts, and he had words in his mouth, and it was another trick in a row, and with each character he spat out, the circles of light that swirled around him would turn into beams of light with different characteristics to attack Zuo Lin, and the circles of light were still generating in a steady rhythm. As long as the spiritual power of all the people in the entire formation is not used up, then this formation will not stagnate. Michihiko Ando personally developed this formation, and he was extremely proud of this formation that integrated offense and defense.

But it seemed that his steady stream of attacks had no great effect on Zuo Lin, and the rumbling explosion roar did not affect Zuo Lin's judgment of the direction of any of the beams that came from Shè. The arrows in his hand always carry the green light to intercept the attack accurately. Michihiko Ando didn't even notice how Zuo Lin could have such a steady stream of arrows, attaching energy to the arrows and directly forming arrows with energy, those were completely different concepts.

Zuo Lin doesn't care what kind of light beam he is shi, anyway, as long as he doesn't hit his body, it is impossible for the speech and spirit technique to harm him, and the word spirit technique does not splash shè harm, this is something that cultivators all over the world understand. His shè arrow technique is becoming more and more proficient, and he really doesn't have such a good opportunity to practice speed shè. I used to accompany my friends from the club to the shè arrow club and showed my hand, and I almost got into trouble. As for the arrows, there are tens of thousands of grass seeds hidden in the arm armor, and these small things that are usually scattered everywhere when the wind blows are now one of Zuo Lin's most reliable props. Although Zuo Lin's natural power cannot be continuously shè tens of thousands of arrows, Zuo Lin also does not believe that the other party's magic circle based on speech and spirit art can shè tens of thousands of beams, and speech and spirit art requires a high concentration of jīng gods and powerful jīng divine power. But even the slightest bit of fatigue and any bit of interference will affect the speed and accuracy at which the aperture is converted into a beam.

Emile looked a little depressed, the battle between the two sides of the shè was extremely tense and exciting for those in the middle of it, but it was very boring for her outside the game. This is not some arsenal testing short-range self-defense weapons, such as the Phalanx or something. What's so nice about banging on both sides?

So, Emile struck. Once activated, she could no longer hide the fact that she was by no means a mage, and in the blink of an eye, the staff in her hand had penetrated the aperture of defenses. It was stuffed into the circle through the gap and smashed the bridge of a disciple's nose.

Michihiko Ando was stepping up his attack on Zuo Lin, and for a while he didn't care about the other disciples in the formation, and suddenly one of the disciples was smashed and fell, and he realized that the other party had discovered the weakness of the formation. But he was also taken aback by Emile's astonishing speed. Of course, Emile was ready to attack and had the advantage of surprise, and in addition, there were few people who joined the battle halfway through the battle in the oriental style, either from the beginning with a clear carriage and horses together, or waiting for the basic victory and defeat. However, Michihiko Ando can't blame anything. After all, if you beat each other with a group of people, you can't say that this is what you should do. But Emile's lightning-fast movements made him completely unable to react.

Emile's success was also a little unexpected, she originally thought that the circle of light should be a barrier or something, but she didn't expect that there was still a gap. Doesn't seem immune to physical attacks. Emile had firmly remembered what Zuo Lin had told her, and the Shinto guys were more physically cultivated. She turned her head and hit the stick again.

If Michihiko Ando lets Emile succeed again, then the face of his sect leader can really only be swept away. The two beams of light annihilated in front of Emile's staff into a mist of light, which did not seem to be physical, but made it impossible for Emile's staff to reach forward an inch.

Emile is not stubborn either, and her experience in fighting is extremely rich. After all, she still mastered a lot of spell attack methods, and she casually threw a hazy green light cluster and immediately dodged and jumped away, as if even she herself was afraid of the content of the stars in this light cluster.

Zuo Lin was also shocked, Emile's thoughts were inevitably turning too fast, and the "spore technique" she performed was probably the most correct choice at this moment. The Sporometry is not a real fungal spores, but a pure energy creature that is mimicked by the power of nature, but in a short period of time, this pure energy creature is extremely vicious. Especially to deal with this kind of offensive and defensive integration, it needs to rely on a lot of energy to maintain the magic circle.

Each energy spore was like a piece of sand, mixed into the circle of aperture that was moving like a gear, attached to a part of the aperture. These energy spores are not so easy to get rid of, they will absorb a large amount of surrounding energy in the shortest possible time, and then mimic the "mushroom" that grows into pure energy bodies, and then bursts open to erupt more spores...... It is not until there is no energy around that can absorb it that it will gradually dim and fall silent and dissipate into the air.

Although no druid has yet studied how to make the spore technique distinguish between friend and foe and not suck energy indiscriminately, the viciousness and deviation of the spore technique are recognized by everyone.

Emile Spore Technique threw it out and immediately jumped back to Zuo Lin's side, looking at Zuo Lin triumphantly. If it weren't for the fact that he was still busy with the shè arrow in his hand and couldn't free his hand, Zuo Lin really wanted to raise his thumbs and praise one: "High! It's really high!" is a complicated and dangerous spore technique after Emile's approach, this formation can be considered useless. That's imagination, and that's how important it is in battle.

Zuo Lin's mind moved, he grasped the moment when Michihiko Ando was in a state of confusion, and instantly pulled out the arrow in the quiver behind his back and put it on the bow and swished three arrows in a row. The arrow stabbed into a defensive circle of light, and suddenly shattered into dots of debris. The seemingly hard shell of the arrow is encased in some kind of pollen with hypnotic and psychedelic characteristics.

Without thinking about what kind of trouble it would cause to Michihiko Ando, the arrow in Zuo Lin's hand immediately turned from defensive interception to attack. At the same time that Michihiko Ando hurriedly blew out a breath of spiritual energy to disperse the pollen, he had already discovered that the person who needed to be intercepted had become himself. The movement of the aperture became stagnant, which gave Michihiko Ando a headache.

Immediately, an even bigger headache happened. Emile clasped his hands together and cast another spell. The ancient trees around the formation, who don't know how old they were, swayed and shook off many leaves, and as soon as those leaves left the branches, they turned into sharp blades and fell down with gravity.

"Blade Rain" - This classic old spell used to ambush in the woods in the Middle Ages has exerted great power. To say harm...... The weight of the leaves is extremely limited, and the forces of nature can change their shape, but they cannot increase the total amount of matter contained in the leaves without contact, after all, even for practitioners, the law of conservation of matter is like iron. These seemingly terrifying blade rains, even if they fall directly on the body, are just to make some blood marks. But at this moment, it made Michihiko Ando's heart even more panicked.

After all, there is one difference between two vibrant young people and an old man that cannot be simply changed, and that is speed. It's not just the speed that the body can achieve, it's the speed at which the brain can react.

The disciples in the formation also lost the indifference when the first disciple covered his nose and fell down just now, and began to feel a little panicked. The spores attached to the aperture grew into patches of mushrooms, which burst open silently, except for countless yellow-green sè lights in the surrounding air.

Michihiko Ando and all his disciples felt that the energy of the entire circle was rapidly draining, and they suddenly understood why the girl had jumped away so urgently just now. Michihiko Ando only showed the demeanor of a generation of grandmasters at this moment, and his internal breath turned around, gathering the energy of his whole body on the surface of his body.

"Hurry back to the main hall and ask for blood relics!" Michihiko Ando instructed his disciples, as if he was spraying shè aura from every pore of his body, gathering these energies on the outer layer of the circle, and then completely blooming in an instant. It was as if he had ignited a huge bomb centered on himself, and the blast wave of the explosion blew everything away.

While the energy spores that were scattered in the air dispersed in all directions, naturally some of them were also in the direction of Zuolin and Emile. People who can perform the spore technique will naturally not be without a way to deal with these energy spores, Zuo Lin took up a faint light cluster in his hand and expanded, enveloping the two people in it, and they walked into the mountain gate step by step very leisurely. The main hall of the Ten Directions Shrine is already impressive.