Underground an abandoned castle in the southeast corner of Thousand Blades.

Zhang Qingfeng's five hundred sword souls were tightly clinging to the Soul Sealing Tower, trembling in a strange rhythm.

The tremor amplitude of each sword soul is different, and the frequency is also different, the fast instantaneous is hundreds of times, and the slow breath only beats once, from a distance, it looks like five hundred fingers playing a guqin at the same time, but it can't make a single sound, which is really weird.

Zheng!

A high-frequency vibrating sword soul suddenly let out a crisp roar and pierced into the magic circle of the Soul Sealing Tower!

It was only less than half an inch into the formation, but it made the other sword souls of Zhang Qingfeng's spiritual sense who were carrying it become cheerful, they quickly changed the frequency of vibration, and in a very short period of time, they became the same as the first sword soul, only a few pops, and more than a dozen sword souls stabbed in.

"Good!"

Zhang Qingfeng in the room let out a sigh of relief, and applauded in his heart, as long as the sword soul can penetrate the magic circle, this soul tower will have a chance to break, although he is not at the scene, but the five hundred sword souls are his eyes, his ears, and the subtleties he sees are ten times clearer than what he can see with the naked eye, a hundred times!

The remaining sword souls continued to tremble at high speeds, but they were never able to penetrate again.

In this regard, Zhang Qingfeng was not disappointed.

The Taiyin Soul Sealing Tower is known as the top defensive array in the continent, and the most powerful thing is that once it is found that the big array has signs of being broken, it will change the rules of the formation in time, so that the previous method of breaking the formation will be invalid in an instant.

The fourteen sword souls that had been inserted into the tower's ramparts no longer trembled, and remained motionless as if they had instantly become dead things.

Zhang Qingfeng in the room cheered up his spirit, and all his spiritual sense poured into the Chaos God Remnant Sword, and began the second round of breaking the formation.

The remaining sword souls fought on their own again, and began to vibrate at different frequencies.

This kind of vibration is to probe the weak point of the magic circle, to test the law of the operation of the magic circle, once the law is found, it will forcibly break the formation between the lightning and stone fire, and this is how the first sword soul is inserted.

Breaking the formation is an extremely boring and energy-consuming physical task.

Fortunately, he has a half-cut chaotic divine sword that specializes in breaking the magic circle in his hand, otherwise, Zhang Qingfeng really can't support the high-frequency attack of five hundred spiritual senses, you know, these five hundred spiritual senses all have their own independent consciousness, although the reaction speed is not as good as Zhang Qingfeng's body, but if it is calculated independently, the IQ is already comparable to that of ordinary adult human men, and it is said that one heart cannot be used for two purposes, Zhang Qingfeng is one heart and five hundred uses, and the strength of the strong people in the Nine Realms can be seen.

Zheng!

There was another crisp hum, and a sword soul popped into the tower wall of the Soul Sealing Tower!

The rest of the sword souls figured it out, like well-trained iron-blooded soldiers, and at the same time changed the vibration frequency, popping a dozen crisp sounds, and piercing into more than a dozen more.

More than thirty sword souls fell silent after being inserted into the tower wall, which was a kind of decompression for Zhang Qingfeng, after all, if there was less scattered spiritual sense, there would be less pressure, and he could concentrate more energy on other sword souls.

"It's a chore. ”

Zhang Qingfeng smiled bitterly, instead of feeling relaxed, he became worried.

It took a whole night to insert more than thirty sword souls, and the next crack will become more difficult, the most troublesome thing is that if he doesn't want to give up all his efforts, he must go all out and completely break the soul sealing tower, otherwise, once he recovers his spiritual sense halfway, everything will be wasted, and if he wants to break the formation again, the difficulty will increase tenfold and hundredfold, that is to say, from now on, if he in the room has lost most of his ability to resist, if someone sneaks attack, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Hopefully there won't be any surprises. ”

Zhang Qingfeng knew that there was only one chance, if he couldn't break through the Soul Sealing Tower in one go, it wouldn't be so easy to start over, he held the hand of the Chaos God Remnant Sword with a slight force, blocking the five senses, and all the spiritual consciousness poured into the ground along the runes on the sword, merging into the sword soul, and starting the third wave of breaking formation......

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In the hospital.

A big war is in full swing.

One of the fighting sides is a small black dragon armed with a coiled spear.

She was confronted by a Dark Witch warrior with two short spears.

This black witch warrior has the strength of the peak of the Seven Realms, he relied on his natural speed advantage, and after discovering that he was not the opponent of the little black dragon in terms of strength at all, he quickly changed his strategy, adopted guerrilla tactics, and turned around her like a spinning top, only seeing the shadows in the sky, and not seeing people at all, and after a few turns, the little black dragon was stunned.

"Don't you run, you're always running around, how can you fight?"

The little black dragon poked the spear to the ground, puffed out his mouth angrily, and complained dissatisfied.

The fat monk was shocked when he saw this scene, the group of people brought by the Aoki Witch King was not good, the so-called martial arts friends just wanted to test the strength of a few of their own people, once they had the opportunity, they would definitely not hesitate to kill the killer, which was a sign that the fat monk had already seen it.

The guy who fought with the little black dragon was born with amazing foot strength, and the double spears used in his hands exuded a dark green glow, which was not ordinary at first glance, and the little black dragon gave up resistance so aggressively, didn't he sincerely give the other party a chance to kill the killer?

The fat monk is not worried about the danger of the little black dragon's life, but even if she is injured, she is Zhang Qingfeng's baby bump, if she is injured under her nose, this sin will be great.

Thinking of this, the fat monk was already ready to save people, because he saw that the master of the Black Witch Clan had already circled behind the little black dragon, and two short spears stabbed the back of the little black dragon like lightning, and on the tip of the spear, two half-foot-long cold rays also burst out!

But the fat monk's hand was just about to be raised, and he put it down again.

Because at the moment when the master of the Black Witch Clan made a move, the little black dragon suddenly raised his little foot and kicked it on the barrel of the coiled spear, and the ancient murder spear rolled up a vicious wind and pulled it out fiercely behind him.

Pump! Draw again!

only heard a muffled sound, and the master of the Black Witch Clan, who jumped up and saw the little black dragon in the thorn, was whipped on his body by the barrel of the gun, and the whole person flew upside down like a bouncing ball dozens of meters away, directly smashing through the courtyard wall not far away, leaving a large hole in the shape of a human figure, and then fell to the ground and rolled a few times and remained motionless.

"Ahh

The little black dragon seemed to be taken aback, but he didn't expect his 'unconscious' shot to hit the target, looking at the big hole in the wall, he opened his mouth in surprise, and said in a lost voice: "What happened?

Looking at the surprised expression of the little black dragon, the fat monk's eyelids jumped wildly, if he hadn't seen the eyes that the little black dragon threw at him before he made a move, even he would think that this little girl had hit the opponent by mistake and sent the opponent flying.

The fat monk sighed in his heart, looked at the little black dragon's face with a cloudy expression, and muttered in a voice that only he heard.

"Big brother, Miss Long has learned badly from you. ”