The sledgehammer came silently, blending with the night, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, with the fat monk's divine sense, you wouldn't have felt its existence at all!

"What a vicious sneak attack!"

The fat monk looked at the sledgehammer with disdain.

The strong man of the Black Witch Clan guarding in the north is also a master of the Nine Realms, and he is really looked down upon by using the means of sneak attacks with four to one.

The sledgehammer fell on the sword array, and in the perception of the fat monk, it was like a huge and round ball that was suddenly smashed, and the air that was suddenly compressed dozens of times frantically poured into his body along his seven orifices, and he who had already cultivated into the incorruptible body of King Kong felt that the whole person seemed to be squeezed by the rapidly shrinking air.

"Not good!"

Without waiting for the fat monk's shock to overflow, he found that Zhang Qingfeng's Ten Thousand Swords Array had been smashed open by this sneak attack, and the elusive dagger in the West took advantage of the weakness and stabbed Zhang Qingfeng's back.

At the same time, Dongfang's fist bombardment speed skyrocketed, and the furious fist shadow blasted out countless hurricanes as sharp as blades on the sword formation, as if the sky had collapsed.

The straw man who has been wandering around the sword array has climbed into the sky above the sword formation at some point, and it stretched out dozens of tentacle-like grass whiskers with both hands, these grass whiskers probed into the sword array at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye, each grass whisker rolled up a sword, and then threw it into the air, at first glance, the grass man's actions were a little inexplicable, but as long as you know a little bit of formation knowledge, you know that every sword in this big array is a node that supports the sword array, and everything the grass man does is actually destroying the foundation of the big array!

The iron sword array fell into the brink of disintegration in an instant, and the fat monk in the sword array changed his face greatly, he never expected that the sneak attack would bring such terrible destructive power, and the cooperation of fists, daggers, and straw men was even more seamless, instantly jamming the seven inches of the large array, making it fall to death!

Looking at the sword array full of holes in his sight, the fat monk felt a sense of despair that he was powerless.

Although he is the pinnacle of the Eight Realms, and even has the strength to fight with ordinary Nine Realm powerhouses, but this kind of duel between the forces of the rules is not something that he can intervene in a pure defensive martial arts cultivator who does not understand the formation, the so-called art industry has a specialization, he is confident that if he makes a full effort, he may temporarily block the crazy smashed fist, but this overwhelming fist shadow is not only powerful and fast, the key is that it covers a wide range, which is beyond his reach.

"Could it be that the Great Array is just broken?"

The fat monk suddenly remembered the conversation between Zhang Qingfeng and the four Black Witch Clan ancestors before, this Ten Thousand Swords Great Array came from the Sword Immortal Dongfang Sheng, and the Dongfang Saint had already died under the combined attack of the four people, and now Zhang Qingfeng repeated his old tricks, wanting to use the same big array against the enemy, and it was broken, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.

But the fat monk faintly felt that something was wrong.

With Zhang Qingfeng's wisdom and consideration, since he knew that he was facing the four Dark Witch Clan Ancestors who had broken the formation and killed people, how could he still use the Ten Thousand Sword Formation against the enemy? This was not in line with his usual style.

Just when the fat monk was puzzled, Zhang Qingfeng moved.

I saw that his hands were stamped on his chest, and hundreds of sharp swords rose into the sky around him, flying towards the big hole where the sword array was blasted open.

In a violent collision sound, the vertical and horizontal sword qi was like a tumbling cloud, and the raging sword light was like a detonating star, tearing this space hundreds of meters into a black hole that devoured everything!

With the fat monk's eyesight, he could only barely see that three sharp swords met Dongfang's fist, and the frequency of the two sides colliding thousands of times in an instant, which was beyond the limit of the vision capture of most martial cultivators in the world.

Dealing with the straw man's tentacles are five sharp swords.

The five swords were pointed outwards with their hilts facing inward, forming a circle, like spinning gears, frantically cutting through the straw man's outstretched whiskers.

But these grass whiskers like living tentacles have just been cut off and grow quickly, the speed is amazing, endless, as if endless, but under the destruction of the sword, there is no chance to destroy the surrounding sword array.

Neutralizing the dagger was a strangely shaped dark red dagger.

The dagger looked like a triangular pyramid, only a foot and a half long, but the glittering runic light on it meant that it was a priceless artifact!

As soon as the dagger of the Western powerhouse entered the sword formation, it was stopped by this conical short sword, and the two sides were entangled, stalemate, and collided in the air only eighty meters away from Zhang Qingfeng.

As for the nearly three hundred swords that rose into the air at the same time as these nine sharp swords.

They made up for the sword positions that had been disturbed by the straw men before, and they were suspended motionless in the air, like onlookers watching from the sidelines, silently watching the vicious fights between the fields.

The fat monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Daggers, fists, and straw men are all powerful magic weapons, and they are so powerful in the hands of the powerhouses of the Nine Realms that Superman imagines that Zhang Qingfeng can block them with nine swords, which shows the strength of the strength, which makes the fat monk more confident in this battle.

But the fat monk's heart did not completely land.

Because although Zhang Qingfeng blocked the three magic weapons, the loopholes in the magic circle were not filled!

Moreover, he could also see that resisting these three magic weapons was not easy for Zhang Qingfeng.

He was able to do this, but in fact, he relied on the power of the sword array.

The fat monk can see it, not to mention the strong man of the Black Witch Clan, if the sledgehammer in the north takes the opportunity to sneak attack again......

The fat monk didn't continue to think about it, because a huge black shadow had already flown over from the north!

"Not good!"

The fat monk was shocked, this northern powerhouse's control of the timing of the attack was really leaky, if this hammer was bombarded again, Zhang Qingfeng's resistance just organized would be completely dispersed.

Instinctively, the fat monk instantly raised his cultivation to the extreme, and he wanted to make a move, and at this time, Zhang Qingfeng's voice rang out.

"What kind of magic power should it be, it turned out to be an artifact, old and immortal, you were fooled!"

With Zhang Qingfeng's voice, the three hundred sharp swords that flew up before turned into three hundred streamers, like fierce beasts lurking in the grass waiting for an opportunity, and shot at the smashed sledgehammer at the same time.

The fat monk didn't know what kind of artifact this sledgehammer was, but when he heard the last three words Zhang Qingfeng said, his heart finally let go, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a gloating smile.

The eldest brother is the eldest brother, it turned out to be a temptation, I will say, how can the peerless Qingdi be defeated in the hands of a few dwarves?

Looking at the three hundred swords that flew out of Yuguan, and looking at the three hundred dazzling light tails that flew through the sledgehammer and flew into the northern void, the fat monk thought viciously in his heart.