With the Eight Desolations Sword Formation beside him, Zhuge Shenwu was full of smiles, and he took the lead in meeting Qin Yu for the treasures on the latter's body.

Wang Xiansheng heard Zhuge Shenwu's words on the stage, but he was a little unhappy, when he didn't dispatch the Eight Desolation Sword Formation before, Zhuge Shenwu was sitting and called a stable, it seemed that he was a spectator, and he had nothing to do with Qin Yu.

Now that the Eight Desolations Sword Formation came out, this dog thing knew that Qin Yu would be defeated, so he took the lead in attacking in order to seize Qin Yu's great opportunity.

Wang Xiansheng immediately became angry, and then thought about it, since Qin Yu dared to go alone, he must have extraordinary means, so let Zhuge Shenwu test the water first, and then make plans.

Wang Xiansheng and Zhuge Shenwu both have plans.

"Ben Shuai originally intended to reconcile, but you are aggressive! It's okay, don't you keep saying that you are crusading against Ben Shuai, intending to carve up the opportunity of Ben Shuai, the treasure is on Ben Shuai, you have the ability to take it!"

Qin Yu snorted coldly, and the momentum that belonged to the agility period was instantly emanated, and it seemed to envelop the world.

This momentum was like a cloud, instantly enveloping the eighty-eight innate martial artists, and Zhuge Shenwu immediately felt the pressure like a mountain.

"Array!" Zhuge Shenwu's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted loudly.

Woohoo!

Eighty-eight late-innate martial artists held iron swords weighing hundreds of catties, stabbed, split, or slashed, and slashed at Qin Yu at the same time.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with sword shadows, densely packed, and each sword had at least nearly 10,000 catties of strength.

Eighty-eight Jingmen martial artists, although they are all congenital late stage martial artists, each of them has a limited amount of strength, but eighty-eight people gathered together to launch the Eight Desolation Sword Formation, even if the power of the spirit period is to temporarily avoid the edge.

"Bing!"

Qin Yu's sword pointed at his chest, and then his body trembled sharply, and in an instant, eighty-eight doppelgangers came out of his body, each of which contained half of his strength, although it was not comparable to the main body, but it was enough to deal with the martial artists of the Eight Desolations Sword Formation.

Qin Yu performed the soldier word duel in the nine-character mantra of the immovable Ming King, and after Qin Yu entered the period of agility, he naturally cultivated the nine-character mantra of the immovable Ming King.

Every word of the nine-character mantra represents a kind of martial arts power, and the word soldier is to stimulate the energy contained in the body, which can transform into a clone and become a soldier.

However, Qin Yu's cultivation is limited, and he transforms into eighty-eight doppelgangers, so the strength of the clones is limited, and each of them only has half of Qin Yu's strength.

However, this was enough to shock everyone, including Dongfang Long and Wang Xiansheng and others.

"What kind of spell is this, which can actually transform so many clones?" a middle-aged man beside Wang Xiansheng exclaimed.

found that everyone was staring at the situation with a solemn face.

Rumble!

Hundreds of people moved together, and each of Qin Yu's clones was full of Qin Yu's consciousness, using both fists and feet, colliding with the Eight Desolation Sword Formation, and only a banging sound was heard on the scene.

The clone and the Eight Desolation Sword Array martial artists fought against each other and formed a half-catty and eight-tael move, and the doppelganger then turned into a wisp of true yuan power and merged into Qin Yu's own deity.

And Qin Yu's deity turned into an arc, soared into the air, and flew towards Zhuge Shenwu with one palm.

The martial artist in the agile period has the power to move mountains, and he can casually punch 300,000 catties of strength, which is absolutely impossible for people to block, but Qin Yu's punch, I'm afraid that the strength of 500,000 catties is more than 500,000 catties.

Zhuge Shenwu was taken aback, holding the flag in one hand, as majestic as the lower realm of the gods, and shouted: "Collect!"

I saw that the Eight Desolations Sword Formation changed instantly, and a group of warriors withdrew their iron swords, and eighty-eight big swords protected Zhuge Shenwu at the same time.

Bang!

Qin Yu's punch smashed on the protective net made of the big sword, and it was unexpectedly rebounded, and the martial artists of the Eight Desolations Sword Formation stood still.

Qin Yu was a little surprised, the Eight Desolations Sword Formation changed from changing formations to resisting, and the Eight Desolations Warriors' return defense was almost a matter of blink of an eye, which showed that the tacit understanding of cooperation was already one, and the attack and defense were all impermeable.

"Such a delicate and incompelling sword formation, where did Jingmen recruit so many dead soldiers with such superb swordsmanship?"

Qin Yu frowned, through the battle just now, he didn't feel the life qi of these people, that is to say, these people in the Eight Desolation Sword Formation were all dead soldiers.

"The surname Qin, forgive me for your ability to reach the sky, and it is difficult to crack my Eight Desolation Sword Formation!" Zhuge Shenwu laughed proudly in the middle of the sword array.

Qin Yu was not in a hurry to grab the merit, but stepped on the Xuanbu step, retreated more than ten steps in a row, and carefully observed the number of swordsmanship paths.

The swordsmanship is superb, it is a sword of killing, and there are no false moves.

The team is skillfully coordinated, and there are no defects and dead ends, which shows that these dead swordsmanship has reached the realm of perfection.

What surprised Qin Yu even more was that these people's swordsmanship always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't say why for a while.

"The Yin and Yang Wheel of the Great Shift!"

Qin Yu shouted, his hands wandered away, and the two positive and negative purple cyclones swept the iron swords of all the martial artists, pulling left and right, the dead soldiers couldn't stand Qin Yu's magical powers, and their body was slightly sluggish, as if they were drunk, and their swordsmanship was unstable.

"Whew!"

As the leading dead man let out a muffled snort, almost at the same time, all the dead soldiers' long swords took the initiative to take off their hands, turned into a shock, and stabbed at Qin Yu.

"Huh, it's actually the method of Edgeworth?"

Eighty-eight iron swords were connected end to end in the air, and then they suddenly split into eighty-eight paths and stabbed towards Qin Yu.

"Boom!" Qin Yu bent his arms, his true yuan power covered his whole body, and Qin Yu was ready to resist the flying sword.

Each flying sword smashed into his body, clanging and clanging.

"Judging from the strength of the sword, there are nearly 100,000 jin of qi masters, if they already had such magical powers twenty years ago, who are they?" Qin Yu said secretly in his heart.

The Xuantie Sword rubbed and slashed on Qin Yu's true yuan cover, emitting a piercing sound, Zhuge Shenwu was crying bitterly at the moment, this is the Eight Desolations Sword Array, why can't even Qin Yu's Yuan Force cover be broken?

This is the Eight Desolation Sword Formation! Don't say it's him, even if the master of the Jingmen Gate is against him, at least it will take a lot of effort!

You can't sit still! Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll hate this place today!

Thinking of this, Zhuge Shenwu was ruthless and looked at Wang Xiansheng on the rostrum.

"Brother Xian, the Qin thief is tired of dealing with the sword formation, now is the best time for you and me to join forces, if you don't make a move now, let alone when!"

Wang Xiansheng saw that Qin Yu was mighty, and he was already cowardly, but when he heard Zhuge Shenwu's roar at this moment, 10,000 Cao Nima rushed past in his heart.

But now, he has no choice.

"Good!"

"Sky Shaking Fist!"

"Flame Palm!"

The two of them each roared loudly and attacked Qin Yu from different directions.

Qin Yu saw Zhuge Shenwu and Wang Xiansheng shooting at the same time, he had no intention of thinking about it again, and suddenly stomped his feet, pointing his sword in both hands to the sky.

"Fighting words, thunder for nine days!"

It is true that Qin Yu condensed into a divine soul, but if it takes a certain amount of time to control these dead soldiers, the best way to solve it is to lead the thunder to break the divine thoughts in the minds of the dead soldiers.

Boom, the sky was originally clear, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and eighty-eight thunderous voids were impartial, and they just smashed on the heads of these dead soldiers.

(End of chapter)