Yin Wushuang's voice landed, and the spiritual power fluctuated, spreading out from behind Murong Nan.

When the breeze rose, Murong Nanmo's hair was lightly raised, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Just rely on your formation?" ”

In the next second, Murong Nan opened the formation on the soles of his feet, and the formation became bigger and bigger, enveloping Yin Wushuang in it.

[He also understands formations!] Mo Baobao was a little surprised.

As soon as this formation came out, Yin Wushuang felt that he was isolated from the world, everything around him was nothing, even Feng Xiyao and Xiao Wu were gone.

As the master of the Dao Sect who was proficient in the formation, Yin Wushuang knew that this exercise was similar to the enchantment, and people from the outside world could not see the inside, and those inside could not see the outside world.

And once this formation is laid out, it will not accommodate the rest of the formations.

Array-within-a-line? Inexistent.

Unless Yin Wushuang's cultivation is above Murong Nan and knows where the eye of the formation is, he can break this formation.

Judging from the technique of arranging the formation, Murong Nan is also a master of playing the formation, and he hides it deeply.

"This prince heard Xiao Wu say, you agree to learn from me, then you shouldn't mind, I'll advance the time of the discussion, right?" Murong Nan held a sword flashing with thunder and lightning in his right hand: "Yin Wushuang, can you fight?" ”

"Of course." Yin Wushuang smiled: "I like your formation very much." ”

The white rings worn by the two emitted white light, spliced together into a tournament platform, floating in the formation.

With the Battle Enchantment, even if you are accidentally injured, you will not violate the rules of the higher education institution.

"I'll show mercy." Murong Nan narrowed his eyes, held a sword flower in his hand, mixed with the sword qi of thunder and lightning, and bit Yin Wushuang like a swimming snake.

He would not seriously injure or even kill Yin Wushuang, because Yin Wushuang was a woman and Feng Xiyao's maidservant.

And because the academy is a place worth cultivating, he doesn't want to be expelled.

"Not necessarily."

Yin Wushuang's red lips opened lightly, looking at the oncoming sword qi, the back of his hand flipped, and the phoenix sword was in his hand.

She tiptoed a little, turned over in mid-air, and the "wind and clouds" followed the "world tilting", and released one after another.

The wind was raging, and the sword qi was rioting.

Compared to the phoenix sword, the sword in the hand of the prince of Murong Nan, a vassal country, was simply unreachable.

"This sword!" As soon as Murong Nan said two words, the whole person was violently pulled and swept into the wind blade of the tornado.

[This array laid by Murong Nan is too small, and as soon as the master's "Phoenix Walk" came out, several tornadoes crowded the place. Yin Huo shook his head: [Murong Nan was smart but was mistaken by cleverness. 】

If the formation is large, the master's attack is bound to spread, but this formation is only the size of sesame mung beans, and tornadoes can only gather together.

In this way, Murong Nan didn't even have a foothold.

In the tornado, Murong Nan supported his spiritual power to protect his body to avoid being dismantled by the wind blade, and his eyes were less warm and more ruthless.

He thought that his formation was unexpected, but who knew that Yin Wushuang's strange move was even more unprepared!

Although he didn't know what the sword in Yin Wu's hands was, this sword must not be mortal!

"Yin Wushuang, you are too confident, I am an earth immortal after all, and I am fundamentally different from you!" After Murong Nan finished speaking, the whole person held a long sword and attacked Yin Wushuang.

Yin Wushuang pulled out the spirit sword hairpin in his bun and threw it casually.

This action made Murong Nan slightly stunned, after using such a powerful move, Yin Wushuang still dared to abuse spiritual power?

Yin Wushuang snapped his fingers, and the spirit sword hairpin turned into a thin spirit sword, instantly differentiated, and automatically positioned Murong Nan, as if it had locked on Murong Nan's missile, and swept over.

Murong Nan's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly retreated!