It is rumored that there was an ancestor of the Printing and Dharma world, and by chance comprehended the wonderful method of multiple printing methods to correspond to each other, and after this time, the printing method has not only become a simple way to improve the attack and defense, but also has the magic of combination, that is, the formation.

The formation is as deep as the sea, it cannot be studied, and just any Indian magic array can set off stormy waves and shock an entire era.

It's a pity that with the outbreak of the First Ancient War, the formation was also lost with the fall of a large number of cultivators after the war, and the only few places were incomplete and could not exert their original power.

However, it is those remnants of the formation that have been improved and corrected by later generations to have today's condensed version, which is not only not as complex as the original structure and strong power, but is more used to make a combined form of suits and simple formations.

Rao is like this, the family and strength that control it are still abnormally small, even if the Xuanwu Kingdom, only the imperial city has the protection of the formation, and other places don't even dare to think about it, it is enough to see how scarce the Indian magic array is in this era.

Of course, there are internal reasons for this, and more because of the rise of barbarians.

Now, Yuan Lang actually has such a formation in his hands, and he doesn't need to think much to know that Xiang Mo is dangerous.

Xiang Mo is indeed in crisis, he can't even pick up the flying sword now, his limbs don't obey the call at all, his right hand is stretched out into the distance, and his left foot is raised back, and his body has formed a folded shape, twisted and unshaped.

Faced with such a predicament, he is helpless now, there is no solution at all, and his brows are about to twist into pimples.

Fortunately, Yuan Lang didn't seem to want to solve Xiang Mo soon, but kept driving the seal, repeatedly flipping and twisting the iron man who was self-harming Xiang Mo, as if he was playing with a toy, and had a lot of fun.

The atmosphere around was a little depressing, not only because Xiang Mo was suppressed by Yuan Lang, a villain, and couldn't resist, but also because Yan Fagao and Zhu Rui also looked at it at the same time.

Yan Fagao kicked his eyes, seemed to have found something funny, and laughed:

"Obediently, your Xuanwu Kingdom is really powerful, a coward who only knows how to escape for his life actually suppressed your first Indian genius, if it were placed in our Vermilion Bird Country, I am afraid that it would have become famous a long time ago, haha, amazing, really powerful!"

Zhu Rui also poked his head out at the right time, revealing a smiling face of a mourning star, and said:

"It turns out that your Xuanwu country's character is directly proportional to your strength, such a young man with good character is really strong, hahaha......"

Such words are undoubtedly the most hurtful, especially in front of so many people, bluntly ridiculing, so that the faces of the Xuanwu Kingdom disciples present can't be hung up, but they have no way, Xiang Mo is at a disadvantage, and it will be impossible to reverse the situation for a while, so he can only be patient, put his irritable heart into his stomach, and endure it.

At last, one of the children could no longer bear it, stretched out his arm, and cried out:

"Go to Mo!

This cry was like a thunderclap in the flats, which woke everyone up, and they all waved their fists and shouted the same cheering slogan:

"him, Xiang Mo!"

"For the sake of Xuanwu Kingdom, you must win!"

......

The voices of the audience became louder and louder, and they became more and more neat, gradually forming waves of sound, which were deafening, and could almost shake out people's blood.

This kind of unanimous encouragement not only reached Xiang Mo's ears, but also reached Yuan Lang at the same time.

Yuan Lang was also shocked when he heard this, he really felt that the qi wave behind him was like an invisible heavy hammer, constantly beating his heart, making his hands tremble a little, and the movements of the six light people suddenly slowed down, and the disc light in his hand suddenly lost its color.

A golden light flashed towards Mo Shuang's eyes, turned into a sharp sword and plunged directly into the head of a light man in front of him, his wrist flipped back and forth, shaking into a circle, and suddenly flashed a flying sword that seized the heavens and the earth, and with his flipping, it seemed to be tilted around with bursts of murderous aura.

The surrounding light people didn't even react, and they all turned into bits of white light and dissipated into the air.

Yuan Lang was startled at first, and then flipped with both hands, and the little iron man shook out a few light people again, and rushed towards Xiang Mo, who was out of trouble.

It's just that Yuan Lang who doesn't have a formation and Yuan Lang who has a formation are not on the same level at all.

All the light people didn't even have the time to breathe, and they all became the souls of the sword.

The nameless soul under the nameless sword, there is pride in the nameless soul.

Xiang Mo stood up, raised his right hand, opened his five fingers, grabbed his palm in the air, and then retracted it, as if he had grabbed a piece of space in his hand, and at the same time, the iron man not far away also raised his arm, and the flying sword went around in the air in the direction of the grab.

At any time, countless light people seemed to be paper paste, all of them dissipated, and a white mark appeared on the neck of Yuan Lang's iron man not far away.

"This ......"

Yuan Lang was also shocked, thinking that his iron man had been cut off, but he immediately realized that the sword mark was not fatal, so he relieved himself.

He took a long breath and said secretly:

This kid's sword speed is really fast, but the power is not very good, but it doesn't matter, he is just a hillbilly who doesn't know where he came from, it's just fast, how can he know the mystery of the Indian law.

After thinking clearly, he looked at Mo coldly, and once again recovered his arrogant and cold cousin, his eyes glowing with demonic light. Road:

"Don't think that your excellent swordsmanship can win against me, tell you, my six-body soul locking array is not just a trick of trapping people. ”

With that, the disc in the iron man's hand continued to rotate, suddenly magnified several times, and was thrown into the air by him from his hand, and then divided into several pieces, fell, and attached to the iron man.

For a moment, Iron Man had an extra layer of armor on his body, wrapping him tightly all over his body.

"Come on, Xiang Mo, you have the ability to slash here, your swordsmanship is very powerful, right, I want to see if your swordsmanship is great, or my formation is powerful!"

After Yuan Lang had the blessing of the formation, he changed his cowardly appearance just now, stood swaggering in front of Xiang Mo, raised his middle finger, and said with a smile:

"Come on, hit me, I'll let you fight, see if you can beat through my formation armor!"

Bending the corner of Mo's mouth, the little iron man shook the long sword, pressed it to the ground, and then loosened it, and the whole person flew into the air with the power of the long sword, like an off-string arrow, stabbing at Yuan Lang.

When he was in the air, his figure shook again and disappeared in front of him.

Before Yuan Lang could find Xiang Mo's location, he felt as if his whole body was bathed in hail, and every piece of armor and every joint was being pierced by the cold blade.

His body was shaking, the armor formed by the six-body soul locking array was also shaking, and the bones and joints were also shaking, if this was not an iron man but a person now, then under this uninterrupted shaking, his body would have fallen apart and turned into a pile of minced meat.

The iron man is naturally not so unbearable, what was it like at the beginning, what was it like after the sword light, it seems that nothing has changed at all.

After a moment, Xiang Mo returned to his original position, withdrew his long sword, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and thought about each sword he had swung just now.

The nameless swordsmanship has been gradually perfected in the continuous battle, becoming one with the heart, born from the heart, merging with heaven and earth, and ending in all things.

The mystery of water has just passed, the mystery of fire is coming, and after the two heavens of ice and fire, it is the heaviness of the mystery of earth, and finally a sword light that destroys and decays, the whole process is done in one go, and it is so skillful that it seems to be a flower at hand, without touching a dust.

Yuan Lang looked at Xiang Mo standing there, his eyes facing the sky, as if he didn't take himself seriously at all, and couldn't help but sneer:

"You kid will still pretend to be forced now, even the skin of my armor is not broken, looking at the sky, I'm afraid my brain is not flooded!"

The people around also felt inexplicable, looking at the armor on Yuan Lang's body and looking at it, eager to stick their eyes on it, just wanting to see a broken trace.

It's just that the result disappointed them, Yuan Lang's armor was intact, and there was not even a single stab wound.

Although they were expecting Xiang Mo to slash Yuan Lang under the sword, it seemed that this young man was still too young.

Although a sword is used with bells and whistles, people are dazzled by it, but in fact it is not very useful, it is just a showcase.

Yuan Lang also understood this truth, turned his head and looked at the children around him who were cheering for Mo and said:

"Let me tell you, the disciples of the family are the disciples of the family, not comparable to any civilian, my six-body soul armor is indestructible, no one can break it, don't think that if you add oil to him, he will be able to ascend to heaven?

It's just that as soon as the words fell, the armor of the six-body soul locking array that he thought was indestructible was like a clay statue being poured with sand, from the inside out, from top to bottom, layer by layer, piece by piece, falling off, and finally shattered into a piece of particles, scattered all over the ground.

In the face of so many people, Yuan Langgang was still unashamedly shouting at Xiang Mo, but he was slapped in the face in an instant, and his face suddenly looked ugly like the bottom of a pot, and it was not dark.

When everyone saw Yuan Lang's embarrassment, they all laughed.

The entire second floor became a sea of joy.

"This Yuan Lang is too funny, what is indestructible, is this obviously a piece of garbage!hahaha!"

"Only garbage people wear garbage clothes, saying that people are garbage, don't you know that he himself is real garbage, hahaha!"

"I look at the guy and will definitely become the biggest laughing stock of this refining conference, hahaha......"

......

In the face of everyone's ridicule, no matter how big Yuan Lang's heart was, he couldn't bear it, turned his head, and stared at Mo Dao viciously:

"You are dead, you dare to humiliate our Yuan family like this, I want you to know how powerful our Yuan family is, you hillbilly don't dare to imagine!"

After that, he was going to perform another trick, but this time, he didn't even remember to take his hand back, and his head fell to the ground first.