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Chapter 1504 Eighteen Sword Formations

Without much effort, he killed five people in a row, and Ye Qingyun's handsome face was stained with a little blood, making him look extremely demonic.

Long black hair fluttered in the void.

The eyes of the slaughter condensed on Zhao Ming's body, becoming cold and thorough.

Zhao Ming lowered his head and looked at the five cold corpses, his eyes became gloomy, and a trace of killing intent appeared.

"Boy, I let you run away last time, and I will never let you run away again this time!

Zhao Ming was full of confidence, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was full of confidence, he pinched his handprint, and cast a certain powerful spiritual technique, and suddenly, a cloud of ice-blue gas appeared behind him, and the temperature around him dropped to a terrifying level, as if the air was frozen.

Whoa!

I saw that eighteen ice-blue swords appeared in the void, exuding bursts of cold air, and then burst towards Ye Qingyun's direction at lightning speed, locking Ye Qingyun like an iron cage.

The bone-chilling coldness made Ye Qingyun frown, and he clearly felt that it was extremely difficult to operate his spiritual power at this moment, and it seemed to be very difficult for his body to move a single step.

"Eighteen Sword Formations?" For this formation, Ye Qingyun only saw from ancient books that this set of formations had been lost for a long time, and it was said that it was created by a sword god back then.

Hearing Ye Qingyun's words, Zhao Ming chuckled, with a smile in the corners of his eyes: "I didn't expect you to know this set of eighteen sword formations!" Since you know, then you should know the power of this set of formations, let alone you, even a giant dragon can't destroy this set of formations!"

"There are eighteen sets of small formations in the eighteen sword formations, and each set of small formations is a killing formation, in other words, each small formation is enough to kill you!

Arrogant laughter came out of Zhao Ming's mouth frantically, full of sarcastic significance.

There are many types of formations, including defensive formations, killing formations, sword formations, and so on.

These eighteen sword formations are extremely complex, and there are eighteen sets of small formations inside, and the sword god used this set of formations to trap a giant dragon back then, which is extremely terrifying.

Now, although Zhao Ming's power in casting this formation was far less than that of the sword god back then, in his opinion, it was simply easy to deal with this white-clothed young man.

Ye Qingyun was trapped in it, his face remained unchanged, but his gaze at Zhao Ming was a little pitiful, and the next moment, a shocking aura erupted on his body, and this aura far exceeded the Taixuan Realm!

"What!" After feeling this violent aura, Zhao Ming's complexion changed greatly, and he directly lost his voice: "Taixu Realm Triple?"

This seems to him to be very incredible, you know, not long ago, the cultivation of the person in front of him has just entered the first level of the Tai Void Realm, but now he has reached the third level of the Tai Void Realm, and in a short period of time, the cultivation has been continuously improved by two levels, which is faster than lightning!

You must know that the reason why his cultivation has improved by one level is entirely because he took some kind of pill and forcibly improved his cultivation!

"How did you do that?" Zhao Ming's eyes were cloudy, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Even if your cultivation is upgraded to the Triple Realm of Tai Void Realm, what if you do!" Suddenly, Zhao Ming thought of something, and his face became hideous: "You still can't crack my eighteen sharp sword formation!"

"Really?" Hearing this, Ye Qingyun looked at Zhao Ming as if he was looking at an idiot.

He has strong mental power, and he also has a certain understanding of the formation, besides, he is a kendo master himself, and it is more than enough to deal with the sword formation.

Sensing the playful curvature at the corner of Ye Qingyun's mouth, Zhao Ming was stunned, and had a bad premonition, and said secretly: "Could it really be that he can crack this set of eighteen sword formations? This is simply impossible!"

He forcibly stabilized his emotions.

As everyone knows, at this moment, Ye Qingyun had already pulled out the ruthless holy dragon sword on his waist, and suddenly, a terrifying sword qi rushed straight into the sky, and it burst out like a flood.

Rumble!

Ye Qingyun's body trembled, and the momentum of his whole body skyrocketed at this moment, becoming more and more terrifying and stronger.

Suddenly, the wind was raging, and the eighteen ice-blue swords had a crumbling feeling at this moment, as if they couldn't resist the powerful sword qi on Ye Qingyun's body.

Rumble!

The surging spiritual power fluctuations were like the claws of a demon beast frantically heading towards the eighteen sharp swords, and the sound of the weapon breaking sounded clearly, echoing in the surroundings.

A pair of blood-red phoenix wings spread out from Ye Qingyun's back, ten meters long, and the terrifying and terrifying aura also increased little by little at this moment.

Under this momentum, Zhao Ming palpitated.

When he looked up, he saw that the blood-red figure in front of him rushed towards him like a sharp sword.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ming was frightened, and his heart almost jumped out.

Just as he was about to run, at this moment, a cold hand quickly grabbed his neck, and the breath of death swept away like a hurricane at this moment, which had a feeling that he was going to hell.

The other party's explosive combat power made his heart tremble constantly, as if countless mountains were pressing madly towards his heart.

The tendons, veins, and limbs were trembling.

"Die!"

A cold voice came from the figure in front of him, and this voice was like hell for Zhao Ming.

Ye Qingyun swooped in from a high place and punched out, with a fierce momentum.

This punch is full of strength, and if it hits, it will definitely be shattered!

Zhao Ming's fate is only death!

Zhao Ming looked at the fist that was constantly expanding in his eyes, his pupils continued to contract, his body trembled, and his heart trembled violently.

"Presumptuous, stop!" Suddenly a loud cry sounded in the void, and then, a figure tore through the sky with one hand, rising into the sky, and behind him was a hundred-meter-long beast shadow, on which lightning slashed, terrifying.

As soon as this person appeared, he slapped it with a palm, and there was a purple lightning bolt in his palm, carrying violent energy, and the next moment, he slammed into Ye Qingyun's palm!

Bang!

Under the other party's palm, Ye Qingyun's figure retreated violently, and blood flowed from his body.

A flash of blood quickly seeped through the corners of his mouth, and he wiped the blood and looked ahead, his face becoming gloomy.