As the number of people increased, the power that erupted from the formation also doubled.

The endless flow of power began to converge along the special route in the formation, and then formed a cohesive force, pressing on Yan Ming's body from all aspects.

Compared to the feeling just now, the pressure on Yan Ming now has also nearly doubled.

And with the increase in the number of people, the area spread out by the large array has also expanded a lot.

Although it looked more complicated, it was not chaotic at all, and the newly joined disciples of the Wudang Sect did not have any stagnation at all, and they were directly integrated into the formation, and there was no chaos, and they quickly merged into a whole.

The sword light is scorching, chaotic, and the figures are full of people, interspersed with each other, just looking at it, I feel that my head is almost big, and it seems that I can't see the rules of the rules at all, let alone touch the door of life.

If it were someone else in the formation, even the Grandmaster Realm martial artists would probably have been dizzy, and coupled with the wave of force that they were subjected to, they would already feel a little overwhelmed.

However, Yan Ming still didn't seem to be flustered at all, let alone affected by this chaotic sword light.

It's just that the force that surged like a tide still caused him pressure, and now Yan Ming has completely transported the flying flocculent energy and Tai Chi Gong, yin and yang are combined, and the two instruments complement each other, and it seems to form a circle of special force around him, constantly connecting with the incoming pressure, and then disassembling it into pieces and slowly unloading.

"Hit!"

Qingxu, who was located above the eye of the array, saw that Yan Ming's unloading technique was clever, and knew that he couldn't delay it, so he immediately gave an order.

The Wudang disciples drew their swords again, and the power of the multiple long swords was connected again, superimposed on each other, forming several powerful offensives, attacking from several directions.

Yan Ming's true qi was released, and his clothes kept stirring with his body, and his toes left the ground slightly.

However, he had just risen a few inches, and the force on his body had suddenly increased a lot, and it seemed that it was the power of the formation, making it impossible for him to take off in the air to dodge.

And at this moment, several sword forces have arrived.

"This time we must force him to draw his sword!"

Qingxu and the other three all thought in their hearts.

They had already heard that the Guanzhong God Knife Catching Method was extraordinary, and that was what he was best at pressing the bottom of the box, if he didn't even pull out the knife, wouldn't it be too faceless for him to study the formation by his own Wudang faction?

At the same time, the hearts of Chongxu Dao Chang and the others who were watching the battle outside also hung in the air.

Once their formation is in operation, it will become faster and faster, and the powerful power will be accumulated, and they are eager to find an outlet, and the power that bursts out will become more and more powerful.

Now that they have a bit of killing intentions, even they are watching outside, they all feel the pressure, Yan Ming is in the middle of the formation, you can imagine what it feels like.

The head of the Chongxu Dao was already ready, if Yan Ming was defeated, he would immediately open his mouth and shout to stop.

After all, Yan Ming was able to force them to the end of all the Wudang disciples and double the size of the formation, which was already amazing.

But there are still people who think that this Yan Mingta is also big, and at first glance, he is a person with an extremely good face, and he has already reached this point, and he still stubbornly does not draw his knife, so he loves face too much.

Yan Ming, who was now in the center, didn't have time to guess what they were thinking, but his eyes flashed rapidly.

With the blessing of his eyesight technique, all the movements of many Wudang disciples were extremely real, and all kinds of details appeared in their minds.

Along with this, some of the contents of Yanming Tai Chi Gong also emerged and began to corroborate with the graphic scenes in his mind.

This formation seems complicated, but in fact, no matter how many people come in, it is all in line with the yin and yang, and Yan Ming can easily understand this.

Where there is no clue in the eyes of others, in the eyes of Yan Ming, there is no understanding.

Yan Ming still didn't choose to draw the knife, but saw that he was happy, and the Tai Chi Gong route in his body began to move.

The sword momentum was even more amazing than before, accompanied by more than a dozen Wudang Sect disciples who brushed their swords in unison.

Every sword momentum involved these dozen Wudang disciples, and in a moment, nearly a hundred long swords were like petals blooming, forming a specific pointing and pattern.

"Good time!"

Suddenly, Yan Ming's eyes widened and he began to drink.

At the same time, his body shook, and he chose to take the initiative to attack and went straight to Qingxu.

Seeing this, the Qingxu Daoist shook his head slightly, and he didn't seem to be optimistic about Yan Ming's attack.

However, when the oncoming several sword forces arrived in front of and behind Yan Ming's body, he stretched out his palms, and his whole body was completely flawless, as if a strange force field had formed.

The majestic sword collided, but it was like a sharp blade slashing into the water, setting off a faint ripple in front of Yan Ming's body, but it failed to break through at all.

Yan Ming rotated his hands, drew a clear ellipse in the air, and then drew it.

The two sword forces were directly introduced in front of his left and right palms.

"Huh?"

Chongxu Dao Chang and the others were stunned.

What they are best at in Wudang Gongfa is to use their strength to fight and pay attention to a yin and yang transformation.

But even if he was a leader of Chongxu Dao, he couldn't do such a clear gravitational unload as Yan Ming.

Don't look at him young, he looks so old when he makes a move, and it is not against him to say that he is an elderly veteran of this faction.

The two sword forces were not released, and they were held in the palm of Yan Ming's hand.

But he still didn't stop, he led each other left and right, and the dozens of Wudang disciples who formed the sword momentum were instantly moved.

Yan Ming's figure moved, and with a pull of his left hand, a group of Wudang disciples rushed forward one after another, standing unsteadily, and almost falling down.

With his right hand leading, the other group of disciples were pushed head-on as if they were drunk, and they fell on their backs one after another, pressing one against the other like a dumped domino.

Yan Ming immediately drew circles with his left and right hands, and the two groups of disciples changed the direction of the dumping.

They planted back and forth like this, and suddenly there were loopholes in the strict and flawless formation.

The other Wudang disciples around him were bumped into or affected by them, and they all messed up.

The formation was in operation, one step at a time, and soon it was a mess.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

"Don't push me, don't squeeze over!"

"It's all good, it's good...... Can't keep up! ”

It was noisy for a while.

"Don't mess around, don't mess around!"

The three Taoist masters, Qingxu, Qingzhi, and Qingyin, spoke eagerly to maintain order.

But just now, the operation of the formation has reached a very fast point, and suddenly there is a mess, and it is all out of order.

Even if many disciples have the heart to stabilize, they can't keep up with the position they are in just now, and with the large number of people, it will be even more chaotic.

And with the stagnation of the formation, the strength shrouded Yan Ming's body was also loosened.

Even the swept sword momentum quickly dissipated, and the remaining strength was easily removed by Yan Ming, and it was completely unable to pose a threat.

And disrupting their formation, Yan Ming didn't make much effort himself.

With the level of his Wudang Tai Chi Gong, he saw the key point of the formation, and he only needed to find the key point and dial a thousand catties in four or two to achieve such an effect.

And the formation that they changed was also not beautiful, and it was directly captured by Yan Ming.

That is, since so many disciples' qi can be connected and fused into one, so as to achieve the effect of enhancing the power, it is naturally easy to be used, as long as it is accurate, it will be like pulling the nose of a bull, and it will directly affect a large area.

Just now, Yan Ming made those Wudang disciples crooked with his backhand, and he used this principle.

Qingxu was still commanding the Wudang disciples, but suddenly his body was cold, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yan Ming's palm pushed over, and it was about to be imprinted in his heart.

Qingxu was subconsciously shocked into a cold sweat, and even sensed the breath of death.

He forgot that this was a scramble, and in the actual enemy, if he was hit by the enemy's palm print, he would lose half his life if he didn't die!

Qingxu eagerly dodged, but Yan Ming's palm twisted with five fingers, turning his palm into a claw, and a huge suction force suddenly erupted.

Qingxu's retreating figure was stiffly suppressed, and the circle of aura lingering on the surface of his body directly sunken down, as if it was clamped by an invisible big claw.

Qingxu struggled a few times, but it was useless!

Then, the force that was difficult to resist stopped the momentum of retreat, and then pulled back.

"Not good!"

Qingxu was shocked in his heart, his body was cold, and he just wanted to take the back hand again, but the strength of his body suddenly loosened, and the feeling of oppression disappeared instantly.

Then a palm pressed on Qingxu's shoulder.

"Dao Chief, concede!"

Yan Ming's voice sounded in his ears, and as Yan Ming's last word came out, the surrounding Wudang disciples groaned, lost their strength and pulled in unison, and fell to the ground.

Layers of people pressed people, and some people pressed the more vulnerable parts of the people behind.

"Hurry up, get up, it hurts!"

Someone hurriedly pushed his companion away, covering his crotch with one hand, his body curled up slightly, and his face was full of pain.

Although they are Wudang disciples, they really cover their crotches, which is not pleasant.

The disciple who pressed him in front looked back, remembering the soft lump he had just pillowed, and immediately felt a pang of diaphragm, pulling at the back of his head while puffing.

Looking at the chaotic appearance of the disciples, they got up from the ground one after another, and their expressions were a little embarrassed and stiff.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say to Yanming.

At the critical moment, it was Yan Ming who took the initiative to help him alleviate the embarrassment.

"Dao Chief, just now the kid almost couldn't take this offensive, but fortunately, he was lucky, he hit the right one, and touched the imperfection of the formation, with the Dao Chief's intelligence, after the improvement, the kid was really helpless."

Qingxu didn't react for a while, and nodded subconsciously.

"Haha, Yan Xiaoyou worked hard, thank you Yan Xiaoyou for helping us fill in the gaps in our formation."

As he spoke, Daoist Chongxu also walked over.

He was generous on his face, but he was still muttering in his heart, he didn't expect Yan Ming to have such an effect.

The other Wudang Sect leaders present were more or less frustrated.

After all, this is something they have made up with great difficulty, but they didn't expect to lose the first time against the enemy, this is still improved on the ancestor master's Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation, and they all feel embarrassed to the ancestor when they say it.

"Dao Chang praised, boy, I also hit by mistake." Yan Ming hurriedly politely.

At this time, the group of Wudang Sect disciples who had climbed up, as well as the Dao Masters present, had already changed their eyes when they looked at Yan Ming again.

Especially the seven sons of Wudang in this generation, they no longer dare to despise it, and even look a little away from Yan Ming.

Chong Xudao waved his hand and let them disperse on their own, and he didn't rehearse the formation anymore, but pulled Yan Ming to ask how he felt about breaking through the formation just now.

Yan Ming already has an understanding of the formation, otherwise it would not be possible to go straight to the point as soon as he makes a move.

casually mentioned the omissions in it, and it made Chongxu Dao Chang's eyes brighter and brighter when he heard it.

"Good! Yan Xiaoyou said it well, we didn't think of this before! ”

The joy of the Chongxu Dao Leader is not pretended, but from the bottom of his heart, because only in this way can he continue to improve the formation in the future, so that it will be more powerful.

Listening to Yan Ming's suggestion, he took him to visit the vicinity of the practice ground again, and Chongxu Dao Chang was also worried that Yan Ming was coming from afar, so he moved his hand again, and he was too tired, so he led him back to the waiting room.

As soon as Yan Ming picked up the teacup, Chongxu Daoist waved his hand on the opposite side, and Qingzhi next to him took a few steps forward and put the few delicate lockets that had just come in front of Yan Ming.

"Yan Xiaoyou, this is my Wudang faction's healing elixir, but it is also a bit wonderful, Quan Dang thanked Yan Xiaoyou for his hard work, and asked Yan Xiaoyou not to dislike it."

Yan Ming excused himself for a few words, but he didn't insist too much, so he accepted it.

It just so happened that the pill of the Wudang faction, I hadn't seen it yet, so I took it back and took a look.

Seeing that Yan Ming accepted his thoughts, the smile on the face of the Daoist Chongxu was even bigger.

"But Dao Chief, I don't know something, but I want to ask for a question or two."

Yan Ming said, expressing his doubts.

That's what is the purpose of this formation?

To be honest, Yan Ming didn't quite believe that Daoist Chongxu was idle and had nothing to do, and the Wudang faction had spent so much effort and asked so many disciples to step up their drills, which was obviously something.

Yan Ming guessed that this formation must have been changed and patched a long time ago, but it was suddenly needed recently, so it was taken out for practice and improvement.

"Yan Xiaoyou's guess is right, the contempt faction has indeed had some tricky things recently."

Chongxu Daoist didn't hide it, and there were no outsiders in the hall anyway, so he explained.

It turned out that the reason for all this was the Demon Sect, that is, several elders in the Sun and Moon God Sect.

More precisely, the former elders.

Because the Sun and Moon Divine Sect has not been peaceful recently, Dongfang Undefeated has lived in seclusion on the Black Wood Cliff for many years, ignoring the affairs of the Sect, which has made the Sun and Moon Divine Sect's hearts fluctuate.

Yang Lianting, in the name of being undefeated in the East, held power alone, ran rampant in the sect, and oppressed the old ministers.

Many of the elders in the sect who were not very senior had already been badly affected by Yang Lianting's persecution, but Dongfang Undefeated turned a deaf ear to this, and did not even show up to explain.

In the end, it led to several elders in the sect being afraid of this situation, so they defected directly and lived in the rivers and lakes, but the matter was kept very secret, and few people knew about it.

Originally, these didn't have much to do with the Wudang Sect, but the key was that the Wudang Sect learned from special channels that the few elders who had defected had actually stolen some things from the Sun and Moon God Sect.

Among them is the treasure of the Wudang faction that was once snatched away by the Demon Sect - the true martial sword of the ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, as well as a Taijiquan Sutra!

(End of chapter)