"Whew-"

Another stream of blood splattered, Zhang Zheng lay to the ground in a dejected manner, the thick blood hole in his chest that had just been pierced was gurgling blood, and the tyrannical sword qi was rampaging through the wound.

Zhang Zheng swallowed a mouthful of sweet blood in his throat, looked up at the sky, and the sword light in the sky was like a torrential rain, flying crosswise, ready to go.

As long as she made any movement, these sword lights would be instantly activated, and ten thousand arrows would be fired in unison, eager to stab her into a human-shaped honeycomb.

The most important thing is that these sword lights are endless, she destroys one, and conjures another, breaks a thousand swords, and transforms a thousand swords.

Zhang Zheng didn't dare to blink his eyes, staring in distraction, the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart was really uncomfortable, and he really wanted to lie here until he was old.

Formation!

Hell formation!

Zhang Zheng gritted his teeth and chewed, could it be that she couldn't learn the formation in this world! Proper discrimination!

You can't break through, you can only outwit it.

The formation knowledge that was saved by rote memorization in the brain was stirred back and forth, and I recalled it all over again, and it was worthy of being known as the most exquisite of the four skills.

The formations in the world are ever-changing, but they are always changing, and all the formations must have their eyes, logically speaking, as long as the eyes of the formations are destroyed, the formations will naturally be self-defeating.

This principle is known to the world, although Zhang Zheng is not good at formation, she also knows, but it is useless to know, she can't find where the formation eye is, let alone destroy the formation eye.

The eye of the formation, as its name suggests, is the foundation of the formation, and is often the eye of the mysteries of the formation, gathering energy and condensing essence, and maintaining the balanced operation of the entire formation.

"Mystic Eyes ......"

Zhang Zheng chewed these four words repeatedly, his eyes fell on the unpredictable sword formation, if it was a powerful array mage, he could find the mysterious eye through qi observation and deduction, but she was not.

Zhang Zheng's eyes moved, thoughtfully, raised his finger slightly, the cold of the suspended sword light appeared, several flying swords broke through the air, Zhang Zheng hit a carp, avoided the fierce sword light, and pounced neatly before the next wave of sword light was stimulated, pretending to be a dead corpse again.

She didn't have the powerful qi observation skills of a formation mage, so she could only take the most clumsy methods.

By carefully observing the changes when each formation is activated, the subtleties can be seen in the true chapter, once it doesn't work, a hundred times, a hundred times, ten thousand times, and you can always find the mysterious eye that sees the hell.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Zheng held his breath and began to put it into action, his concentration was extremely concentrated, and every slight change in the sword formation was magnified to the extreme in his eyes.

From the initial flash, there was only a cold sharp light in her eyes, and she couldn't see anything, but later she could see a little change in the operation of the sword formation, she tried more than a thousand times, her body was pierced with holes, and she recovered in the cultivation of vitality.

And now, Zhang Zheng held up the ground, jumped up, and in an instant the sword array was surging, and thousands of arrows were fired together, and each sword slashed through her eyes, as if slowing down the motion, capturing its trajectory one by one.

The bright light poured out in the deep eyes, the sword was like rain, the torrential rain was like a note, Zhang Zheng jumped and bent down, agilely avoiding all the imposing long swords, and the sword light in the sky did not hurt her at all.

Zhang Zheng's eyes lit up, he simply stopped lying on the ground, and rushed forward, the cold sword light reflected in his eyes was even stronger, and the killing intent in the formation soared.

The movements of each sword became faster and faster, and the entire formation had turned into a world of sword light and sword shadows, densely packed without any gaps.

In the shadow of the weaving sword, Xue Qing's figure is faster than the sword light, and the afterimage is difficult to chase, and he is not afraid at all.

"Found it!"

Zhang Zheng let out a loud shout, his eyes were like torches, his body flickered, perfectly avoiding all the long swords, and rushed straight towards one of the long swords that didn't seem to have anything unusual.

The body of the long sword escaped as a streamer, dragging the light tail and galloping away, trying to hide among the many long swords, but even so, it still couldn't avoid Zhang Zheng, who was locked on to it with all his eyes.

At a distance of one foot, Zhang Zheng did not use any magic weapon, he suddenly stretched out his hand, held the hilt of the sword with his bare hands, and the body of the long sword trembled violently.

It's this ghost thing, causing her to be stabbed all over the place, and she doesn't look like a human!

Zhang Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled in relief, and the light in his hands and palms swelled, and he exerted his strength violently.

A terrible wail came from the long sword in his hand, "Click-", and at the same time as the long sword shattered, the sword array in the sky collapsed, shattering into thousands of fragments, and annihilating into dust.

The moment the sword array collapsed, a soft sword hissed, piercing the clear sky, the ink-colored pupils contracted sharply, and a cold light on the tip of the sword rapidly expanded in the pupils.

When he mentioned the Tianling Gai when he didn't let go of his breath, Zhang Zheng slid backwards for a few miles, the wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves were flying all over the ground.

At the same time, the burning stick fell from the sky, with a whistling wind, and smashed it fiercely in the direction where the soft sword stabbed from.

The soft sword was caught by Zhang Zheng's two fingers at a distance of one finger from her, she didn't dare to relax, raised her head and smiled contemptuously, and mocked: "Senior Sister Tan, is this trying to break the contract?" ”

Tan Ying's side was a huge pit smashed by a burning stick, she casually kicked the fallen leaves on the ground, watching the fallen leaves fall into the pit, her eyes turned to Zhang Zheng, and the corners of her lips were just right.

"Senior Sister Zheng misunderstood, I'm here to help you break the formation, but I didn't expect Senior Sister to suddenly appear on her own."

Scold......

The corners of Zhang Zheng's mouth twitched, she believed that she was a ghost, and she wanted to help her break the formation, but at the moment when she broke the formation, she "broke the formation".

In other words, if you are a three-year-old child, you have to think carefully about her "good intentions".

"Oh...... Then I want to thank you, senior sister, before the sword arrived, the array was broken, which is really admirable. ”

Zhang Zheng sneered, threw the soft sword at Tan Ying with his hand, and then flipped his palm, and the burning stick that was directly inserted into the giant pit flew into the air and fell into her hand to hold it.

Tan Ying raised her eyebrows noncommittally, and slowly caught the menacing soft sword and wrapped it around her slender waist.

"If Senior Sister Zheng really wants to thank her, why don't you give Senior Sister another bottle?"

Zhang Zheng was speechless and choked, she really had the face to say!

"Look at Senior Sister is so anxious, if Senior Sister comes with another sword, I'll take a slow step this time, won't Senior Sister Tan be able to get a hundred bottles at once?"

In the face of her irony, Tan Ying only looked at Zhang Zheng affectionately, a pair of fox eyes smiled, and she didn't answer but laughed.

Zhang Zheng has long been accustomed to her appearance, or in fact, they still have some similarities in nature, otherwise how could she spread her hands so naturally.

Thinking like this, Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand without any shame, and the unhappiness of Fang Cai seemed to have never existed, "Senior Sister Tan, where is the jade ring of the bearded male cultivator?" ”

A silver light was thrown out and landed steadily on Zhang Zheng's outstretched palm.

"Senior Sister Zheng, I remember it clearly, but I'll give it to you."

Zhang Zheng glanced at the clear words "two picks" on the jade ring in his hand, his palms were closed, and the jade ring was shattered into white light.

At the same time, the male cultivator who couldn't move in the forest was shrouded in white light, and when the white light disappeared, the male cultivator's figure disappeared.

(End of chapter)