Whew....... Zhao Yan was in the formation, and after a fierce battle with Lang Xiufeng, his physical strength gradually ran out, and he was dizzy and wanted to sleep with whom, and at this moment, he was completely relying on perseverance and fighting instinct to continue fighting with Lang Xiufeng.

Lang Xiufeng didn't care, he didn't know what Zhao Yan's situation was now, and he didn't know if he could win, there was only one Zhao Yan who was still standing in his eyes.

Boom! The qi of heaven and earth collided violently again, and the aftermath of the shattering smashed the main seat and the surrounding mess into debris and fluttered down to a few hundred meters beyond the explosion.

"Two madmen! If you continue to fight like this, it will be like dying in vain!, you have to destroy the core of the formation!", an immortal cultivator below shouted at Zhao Yan in the battle by the throat, for fear that he would not wake Zhao Yan up.

An immortal cultivator next to him shook his head: "It's all up to the Mandate of Heaven, you look at Zhao Yan's current situation, he is about to lose consciousness, and he can't say if he can make a few more moves under Lang Xiufeng." ”

"Hey!", the immortal cultivator couldn't help but sigh, wishing that the person who was fighting with Lang Xiufeng was himself: "It's a pity!"

While the immortal cultivators were dazzled by Lang Xiufeng and Zhao Yan's fight, they were also anxious.

Zhao Yan is drowsy, sometimes his eyes can appear three or five Lang Xiufeng at the same time, and he is holding this sword with both hands, obviously grasping it very firmly but still twisting it hard, and he always feels like he can't hold the sword in his hand.

His eyes blinked as the main seat shattered into ashes, and he saw a triangular object fall from his eyes in an arc into the corner, and a sense of familiarity rose in his mind, as if it was important to him, but he couldn't remember what he wanted it for.

The whole person threw down the rune paper at his feet in a daze and ignored it, carrying the sword and Lang Xiufeng to kill together, hearing that Lang Xiufeng's attack on the opposite side increased rapidly, he also followed the cohesion of the qi of heaven and earth.

A closed circle has almost formed between the two, increasing each other's input in the qi of heaven and earth, obviously they are both tired to death, but they are still stubborn and stubborn.

The fight between the two became more and more intense, and the qi of heaven and earth did not stop gathering except for the moment when they left their bodies.

Zhao Yan's eyes were no longer of much use at the moment, so he could only rely on his ears to follow the sound positioning to launch an attack, increasing the diffusion range of the Qi of Heaven and Earth to the maximum and covering the entire back hall, so as to ensure that every blow could cover Lang Xiufeng's position.

The people below were frightened by the fight between the two, and kept squatting down and getting up with the magic weapon held high, but in their emotions, it was more worry, and at this time, everyone could see that Zhao Yan had reached the point of exhaustion, and there was no other choice but a dead end if he continued to fight.

"Formation core! Zhao Yan! Pick up the formation core at your feet! Break it! Rescue us is to save yourself! Don't you hear it!", Mu Sanyan blushed and shouted, shouting at Zhao Yan.

Yang Zhai Ming frowned, looked at Zhao Yan, who had white hair, opened his mouth and finally became speechless.

"It's useless, Zhao Yan has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, so he didn't die, and as soon as he was angry, he immediately turned into a dry corpse", the immortal cultivator who had sneered at Zhao Yan before seemed to have a sense of sympathy in his heart, and his tone became flat.

"No, I can't give up, this is his last way to live, we have to work together to wake him up!", Mu Sanyan was emotional, he was different from most of the immortal cultivators on the scene, he had only been on the path of cultivating immortals for a few decades, and he couldn't watch his life die.

Mu Sanyan roared excitedly again and again, and finally aroused the desire of the immortal cultivators on the left and right, and shouted at Zhao Yan in front of him together.

"Zhao Yan, wake up, break the formation......"

Under the soil on the periphery of the formation, Bai Bao was tightly curled up in a ball, and his originally white and chubby body had become wrinkled at this time, and he was the same as an ordinary person who was seventy or eighty years old.

She fell into a coma after being drained of a lot of vitality by Zhao Yan, and she could barely sense the outside world. Perhaps it was because the voices of the immortal cultivators in the outside world were too noisy, which disturbed her sleepy sleep and made her a little anxious, so she woke up a little from her stupor.

When she heard the words shouted from the outside world, she suddenly woke up, she was not sleeping normally, but dragged into a life and death crisis with Zhao Yan.

As a result, she perked up slightly, listened to the voices of the outside world word by word, and then shouted to Zhao Yan in her heart: "Brother Ayan...... Talisman paper...... Don't break the formation again...... Bai Bao is going to die......"

Zhao Yan raised his sword and slashed out a blow that caused a huge sound, he felt as if Bai Bao was saying something in his ear, but he didn't hear it clearly, although his current spirit was confused, but he still understood his own situation, so he thought it was an auditory hallucination.

So he ignored it and continued to stagger to fight Lang Xiufeng.

"Ayan...... Brother...... Break through the formation!", Bai Bao found that Zhao Yan couldn't hear it, and he forced his last bit of strength to intermittently transmit the sound again.

Zhao Yan heard the voice this time, and his heart suddenly sudden, and he was extremely sure that the voice was not coming from his ears, but from the bottom of his heart, it was Bai Bao shouting, not an auditory hallucination after a drowsy mind.

When he heard Bai Bao's voice like a mournful scream, his brain suddenly exploded, his mind regained a certain clarity, and the appearance of Lang Xiufeng in his eyes changed from five to two, and the surrounding environment was much clearer.

He felt like he was sleepwalking, tired and half dead and didn't know what he was doing, but when he woke up a little bit, everything was different, and he heard the movement in the center of the hall below.

"Zhao Yan, pick up the rune paper!Break the formation!", the group of immortal cultivators don't know how many years, it is the first time that they have shouted hoarse in their throats as immortal cultivators, their voices are eager, and they are howling, and there is a little helplessness in them.

As the man said, Zhao Yan's strength was indeed not as strong as before after he woke up, and it took a little effort for the whole person to even stand.

However, the thing that worried Zhao Yan the most was not whether he could stand up, it was that he looked at the main platform in front of him where the tables, chairs and benches were all turned into ashes, and he was a little dazed, and he couldn't find where the core of the formation went.

"You ...... I didn't ...... when I saw that thing!", Zhao Yan spoke in an old and weak voice amid the explosion of the qi of heaven and earth, he was not sure if the immortal cultivators below could hear it, but a dead horse was a live horse doctor.

There was no response from below for a while, and Zhao Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, feeling that today in the coming year would be the sacrifice day.

However, this time he guessed wrong, and the group of immortal cultivators below didn't hear his voice, but they all thought they had heard it wrong after hearing his voice.