The knights in armor stood on the periphery of the formation, holding scimitars like crescents, guarding there to block anyone, their eyes were dead and silent, without any vitality, but their posture invisibly exuded a shocking power.

Xiaoxiang Langjun was seriously injured, and originally planned to continue to fight back, but seeing the strange changes in the formation, he finally chose to retreat.

Feng Zheng rolled up his sleeves and yelled at the knight in front of him, "Pretend to be a ghost, see how Grandpa Feng beats you." ”

As he spoke, he continued to wave his fists and rushed over, but the knights around didn't react, until he rushed two meters away from the knights, he could clearly see that two of the seventy-seven forty-nine knights moved, and the two knights raised their hands and swung their knives, rushing towards Fengzheng in the posture of a fierce charge, their bodies floating in the air, and running through the clouds.

What is unexpected is that when Feng Zheng's fist hit their bodies, I don't know if it was the protective effect of the armor or their own strength, they didn't move at all, and then the knives in the hands of the two knights slashed down at a very fast speed, with Feng Zheng's head as the target, but fortunately, Feng Zheng reacted quickly and retreated in time, and the two knives fell into the air, cutting through the airflow.

Wei Zhongyang and Wang Yan saw that the knight was not easy to deal with, so they took action one after another.

Therefore, no matter from which angle you are now, you can clearly see that the bodies of Feng Zheng, Wei Zhongyang, and Wang Yan have become extremely transparent at this moment, and there is continuous brilliance overflowing in the body to gather on the top of their heads, and they gather into different images above the heads of the three people, Feng Zhengling gathers into a lion, Wei Zhongyang's spirit gathers into a winged Pegasus, and Wang Yan has a big scorpion entrenched above his head.

Feng Zheng still had the intention of fighting alone, so he didn't wait for Wang Yan and Wei Zhongyang, and took the lead in germinating his thoughts, and the spirit lion above his head roared and galloped away.

The lion was covered in flames, as if every time he landed, he had to step through the world, galloped in front of the two knights, and directly threw one down and fell vertically to the ground, and the other knight seemed to be going to the rescue, and was about to lean down, but unexpectedly from the front of the horse with wings and a single horn, the moment the wings were rolled, the sharp horns had hit his chest.

As a result, Pegasus is safe and the knight is shattered.

The knight who fell to the ground was also wiped out by the lion's hissing bite.

At this time, Wang Yan leaned and pushed his hands forward, and the black scorpion constructed by his spiritual power was dispatched.

The three spirit beasts formed a line, blooming with dazzling red, white and black light respectively, and pounced on the remaining forty-seven knights, after a tragic battle, the spirit beast narrowly won, and the knight was defeated.

Wei Zhongyang said, "Let's not delay, let's break the barrier directly." ”

"Okay!" Wang Yan nodded in response.

Feng Zheng did not answer.

But his actions are still perfectly coordinated with the two of them, with the domination of the minds of the three people, the spirit beast turned into three pillars of light, like three dragons intertwined, towards the enchantment layer in front of him, straight to penetrate, when the deafening sound resounded in the ears, the monstrous yin spread in front of the eyes, indicating that the pillar of light has touched the enchantment, as for whether it has been broken, you have to wait until the yin puff disperses to know.

At this time, the corners of Emperor Yuan's mouth hooked up a disdainful smile in front of the cave, and his two fingers fell on the second fold of the entire line, muttering, "If you think that my formation enchantment can be broken so easily, you will inevitably look down on my Emperor Yuan too much." ”

He picked up the stone at the second turnpoint and dropped it again.

With this move of his formation, the formation underwent a wonderful change, the enchantment layer changed from pure white to red, red dazzling, red transparent, like the remnant sun reflecting blood, and soon, from the surface of the formation, seemingly scattered gas seeped out, constructing into nine fire dragons.

From the perspective of Feng Zheng, the scene presented in their eyes is naturally that the yin is gone, and the formation enchantment layer not only does not move, but also nine fire dragons appear, and anyone can feel that they are not easy to deal with, which is also related to the majesty and mysterious aura symbolized by the dragon itself, which can naturally cause psychological oppression to people.

Feng Zheng untied the wine gourd on his waist, poured it into his mouth violently, and then spit out wildly, and the spit out of the flowing water drew a wonderful arc in the air, forming nine water circles, it was obvious that he was going to use a water trap to trap the fire dragon.

Pushing forward with both palms, the water circle flew towards the fire dragon.

Sting!

Whew!

Unfortunately, before the water circle approached the fire dragon, it was steamed clean by the scorching aura it emitted.

At the same time, Feng Zheng's first attack aroused the anger of the nine fire dragons, and the nine fire dragons flew up at the same time and crashed into Feng Zheng from nine directions, feeling the pressure of the fire that split his head and cover his face, Feng Zheng secretly screamed that it was too late, and now it was too late to dodge and escape, so he had to transport out the spiritual power of his whole body to construct a barrier to resist.

The first dragon rumbled into the surface of the barrier, and the barrier froze.

Then three more collided.

The barrier remained untouched, but the seal inside the barrier felt like the throat was salty, and blood was spilling from the corner of the mouth.

Next, four more collided, and the barrier appeared with visible cracks, expanding with an unstoppable trend, and was on the verge of shattering.

As long as the last fire dragon hits it, not only the barrier will be reduced to nothing, but even the seal in the barrier will inevitably die, fortunately in the face of this desperate situation, Wei Zhongyang behind him made a move, he clapped his hands together and interlocked his fingers, and a bronze engraved circular pattern clock appeared on his forehead, flying over.

"Boom!"

In the end, the fire dragon that intended to kill Feng Zheng was blocked by Wei Zhongyang with a bronze bell, and the sound with a very metallic vibration texture suddenly resounded in the sky.

"Yes, yes, being able to block the power of the Nine Dragons shows that you still have some means. ”

Emperor Yuan sat in front of the cave in the mountain and sensed the situation here, his eyes fell on the third fold of the whole line, and the lines that communicate with the formation have eight folds, which means that the formation can launch a total of eight kinds of killing machines, the nine fire dragons at the second breakpoint are considered small test knives, and the cavalry is not even a small test knives, barely warmed up.

The real killer starts at the third breakpoint.

However, Emperor Yuan would not start immediately, and he would have to wait for Feng Zheng and the others to break the nine fire dragons first.

Emperor Yuan's pupils condensed deeper and deeper, and he said to himself, "Wei Zhongyang, Feng Zheng, Wang Yan, if you face failure in the second killing technique and are powerless, it will really disappoint me." ”

At the bottom of the mountain, in the loud noise, Wang Yan also sacrificed the magic weapon, if Xu Mo was present and saw the magic weapon sacrificed by Wang Yan with his own eyes, he might question his strength, who told him to throw what is not good, but to throw the mixed yuan umbrella? Heal the scar and forget the pain, I don't remember how he lost to Song Daoyuan in the desert?

Wang Yan's mixed yuan umbrella, like a living thing, hung back and forth in the air a few times, combined with Wei Zhongyang's bronze ancient bell, flew towards the formation enchantment layer, swayed left and right halfway, and wiped out nine fire dragons in a row, so it hit the formation enchantment very directly and smoothly, but unfortunately the result was the same as before, and the enchantment still did not move.

There are still forty-two hours before Emperor Yuan wants to open the sky, and the time seems to be very long, but if it continues to develop according to the current situation, the rescue is doomed to fail, and it is destined to watch Emperor Yuan fly into the gate of heaven and be powerless, so it is necessary to break the formation as soon as possible.

Wei Zhongyang saw that the formation blocked in front of him was by no means idle, and he raised his arms and shouted, "Yun Zhongwei, all ready, punch." ”

He wanted to gather the fist strength of everyone in Yun Zhongwei to break the formation.

Wang Yan also actively cooperated, guiding all the disciples of the Six Dao Academy to pull out their long swords, and thousands of swords as white as snow flew up, divided into five waves, and the five sons were led to form a sword formation, ready to use the sword array to break the magic array at any time.

Wei Zhongyang looked at Wang Yan and said, "Your sword formation is in front, Yun Zhongwei's fist is in the back, and you can strike hard." ”

"Good!"

Yun Zhongwei and the five sons in charge of the sword formation of the Six Dao Courtyards switched positions with each other, and with the support of the five sons with their own powerful spiritual power, thousands of flying swords marched towards the formation enchantment set out by Emperor Yuan.

Emperor Yuan, who was sitting in front of the cave, was still confident, confident that the flying sword of the Six Dao Courtyard and Yun Zhongwei's fist attack would not bring any damage, and in the face of the next attack, his patience was almost worn out, Emperor Yuan felt that it was necessary to teach Feng Zheng and others some lessons, his fingers crossed the third fold point and fell directly on the fourth fold, and the corners of his mouth said gloomily, "Is the flying sword, then let you taste the other side of the world, a different flying sword." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the stone at the fourth turnpoint.

The first turning point - cavalry!

The second turning point - nine fire dragons!

The third break point - Emperor Yuan skips directly!

The fourth turning point is the sword rain that slaughters heaven and earth!

He removed the fourth turning point stone, and the formation enchantment underwent earth-shaking changes, and the essence light of the Dao was completely unrestricted from the inside out, causing a powerful visual impact at the same time, causing devastating damage to the surrounding grass and trees, and the light radiated was condensed into nearly five thousand sword strips, which were facing the position of the five sons, pouring down like a downpour.

"Not good!"

Jia Yifeng's keen thinking and judgment quickly concluded that the momentum and power of the five thousand lightsabers on the opposite side would definitely be many times stronger than his side, and he issued a warning to let the rest of the people dodge on both sides, but before the rest of the people could react, the five thousand lightsabers struck with the thousand iron swords of the Six Dao Courtyard, and the crisp sound of clanging immediately continued in everyone's ears.

When the thousand iron swords of the Six Dao Courtyard were cut off by the light swords, and the five thousand light swords flying out of the Yuan Emperor's formation enchantment continued to move forward, slashing horizontally and vertically, whether it was from a distance or a close distance, no half of a figure could be seen, Feng Zheng, Wei Zhongyang, Wang Yan, including Yun Zhongwei and all the people of the Six Dao Courtyard had been submerged by this wave of lightsabers that came from the sky like the water of a big river, and there was only a silver-white killing machine churning light on the scene, slashing back and forth, stabbing and killing vertically and horizontally.

In a short time, the original snow-white color of the lightsaber had been replaced by the scarlet of blood, and the scene was like an endless red sea, with waves rolling and spraying.

When the lightsaber slashing was over and the sound of the sword stopped, a faint scream came from inside, and in the blood mist in the sky, the stumps were severed, shocking and miserable.

Liu Xiachen, who was standing in the middle of the barren mountain, saw this scene in his eyes, his fingers began to twitch, and the corners of his mouth squeezed out three hard words: "It's terrible!"