It was like a rainstorm hitting plantains, the wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the sound of fluttering was endless.

It's just an hour!

As time passed, everyone discovered that this sword array was becoming more and more terrifying.

Countless sword lights with supreme sword intent struck from all directions as if they were endless.

Even though most of the many monks were already in the late Yuan Infant realm, such a sharp mana consumption was unexpectedly unbearable.

In the quadrangle where Liangchen was, several clan chiefs and a few people led by him divided into three waves and took turns to inject them into the copper pillar. The remaining two groups were constantly recovering their strength, and even then they could barely support the formation.

The formation set up by these Quartet Demon Piles certainly has its advantages, but the disadvantages are not small.

Because the light curtain that accommodates more than a dozen people is larger, it faces more sword lights, and almost every side has to withstand the attacks of nearly a hundred sword lights, so the attacks on the four light curtains at the same time have reached a terrifying point!

Halfway through, the Heaven-Swallowing Patriarch adjusted the formation several times, and now the copper pillar has shrunk by half, becoming only one person tall, barely enough for everyone to move.

But even so, except for the seven clan chiefs, the rest of them were already heavy in breath, tired in energy, and slightly tired.

And the situation of those exotic people is different, some are relaxed, some are solemn, and some are desperate to resist.

The tall giant man held a silver shield like a god, unscathed under the attack of many sword lights, and it seemed that he should still have the strength to retain, and it seemed that he would not have to worry about breaking the formation.

In the other team of eight people, everyone was embarrassed and their breath was disordered, and their shots were not as smooth as before, and the various weapons in their hands kept pushing away the sword light, but their movements were much slower.

One of them already had blood on his arm, and it seemed that he had been injured by the sword light, if he was in such a scene, I am afraid it would be difficult to support it to the end.

Over there, an old man in a white robe was carrying a young man, and the young man was only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant realm, and he didn't know what the meaning of the old man had brought to such a dangerous place.

I saw that the old man was holding a thick ancient book in his hand, and the book was opened from the middle, and a milky white light appeared to cover the two of them in it, which was quite eye-catching.

With the protection of the elderly, the young should be safe and worry-free.

In the distance, there was a snake staff man, the starlight shield in front of him was no longer as dazzling as before, and the silver flames spewed out from the snake staff were also a little smaller, and it seemed that it took a lot of time to resist mana for so long.

Another black-armored man next to him, the black qi around his body has shrunk by half, only a thin layer is attached to the armor, and the two flying knives are still flying in front of him like lightning, which can be regarded as easy.

In one corner, I don't know when the young man with the turtle shell on his head had also crawled into the inner formation, lying motionless in the countless sword lights.

Although the countless sword lights slashed at the turtle shell could not break through the defense, the sword light contained an astonishing amount of power, and it must not be easy to resist.

But I don't know what spell the young man cast, the turtle shell trembled from side to side, but it was never knocked away again.

And in a distant place, a black mist was swirling, and in the middle there were faint birds flying, and an old man was hidden in it.

The old man held the jade slip in his hand, looking around for the sword spirit, and wanted to engrave the three flower seal characters on the sword.

But the sword spirit was not honest, and kept wandering in the array, making it difficult for him to catch its traces.

In addition, the strokes of this flower seal are cumbersome, and when looking for the sword spirit, you still need to use spiritual eyes, so it took so long and still didn't engrave those three words completely, so he was depressed, and his face was a little unhappy!

"This array is really unusual, although there are many sword lights, but after all, it is a sword spirit emitted, in addition to the momentum, the power always feels like something is missing. If a complete psychic sword is used as a formation eye, the power must be a natural difference!"

He looked at the overwhelming sword light around him and thought in his heart, and suddenly thought of the words of the psychic sword, and his heart suddenly became hot, plus he couldn't seal the three words for so long, and he couldn't help but move the sword spirit again.

"Even if I can't accept you, I can't let you run rampant like this. The old man looked at the trajectory of the sword spirit and began to think about the method.

After a long time, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he seemed to have an idea on his face.

I saw that he moved again, and this time his direction was not the place where the sword spirit was hiding, but towards the place where the sword spirit was first found.

With every step, countless flying swords shot into the black mist, but they were shattered by the sharp pecks of birds that poked out from time to time, and he walked forward step by step, and finally came to the place where the sword spirit was first discovered, his eyes and bones swirled, and then gently took out a simple ear red ding.

He was a little red, and the smoke on his body slowly blurred, and he disappeared under his nose. He carefully held the transparent small ding, placed it in the ground where the sword had been hanging before, and walked to another place after finishing everything.

After a stick of incense, he finally arrived at the place, took out a talisman, and flicked the talisman lightly, and the talisman quietly disappeared with nothing in his hand.

I saw him walking through the sword array, sometimes stopping to arrange a magic weapon, sometimes pinching his fingers to calculate, and such an arrangement took an hour!

At this time, the other people in the field were all slightly tired regardless of their realm, and some of the treasures in front of them had been replaced by another one, and some were still shining to protect their masters.

Those few mid-Yuan Infant Cultivators who should have been unable to support it for a long time were still resisting, and they seemed to be a little more relaxed.

I saw a few people stepping on Xuangang steps, pushing lotus palms, interlocking with each other, and flowers growing step by step, and they actually formed a mysterious formation to resist the attack of the sword light!

In another place, the two mid-Yuan Infant monks did not have such good luck, the two of them had been cut into more than a dozen pieces by the sword light at some point, and even the Yuan Infant was crushed and did not escape. There were more than a dozen magic weapons scattered on the ground, either scarred or dim.

Looking at the people of the tribe again, four people control the formation, and the remaining eight people sit in the formation and swallow the pill to replenish their physical strength, and so on.

Except for Liangchen and the Chilin who was protecting him, there was no change, and the others all looked wilted and tired.

But even so, Liangchen is restless and spends his days like years.

"If it's really as the Heaven-Swallowing Patriarch said, it will take five or six hours, then how can you resist it next?"

"I'm afraid that if it goes on like this, it will be the limit to hold on for another hour or two, and it will not be easy to hold on to it until the end!" he looked at the appearance of everyone and thought to himself.

"How long will it take to exhaust this sword array?" Liangchen couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Just now my uncle said that it would take five or six hours, and I think it will take about three hours. Chilin was also a little uneasy, looked back at his father, who was recovering his strength, and then replied after a little thought.

"Three hours seems to be too long! If it goes on like this, even if we survive this level, how will the remaining halls break through!" said Liangchen with a little worry.

"This—" Chilin seemed to have difficulty answering his question, and was slightly silent.

"Don't worry, the first two hours of this array are the strongest, and we have already survived the strongest moment, after all, this array will only get weaker and weaker without aura replenishment. Hearing the words of the two, the Heaven-Swallowing Patriarch offered words of comfort.

It seemed to confirm his words, or the illusion in Liangchen's heart, the sword light around him was indeed not as dense as before, and Liangchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

But at this moment, there was a sudden loud noise, and Liangchen's heart trembled!

"Boom !!"

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