The two water dragons drawn by Wang Xianshui's dragon ball rushed to the top of the round-faced monk's head in unison, and were cut into three or four pieces by the round-faced monk's red fire sword. The body of the seven or eight water dragons was gradually scorched into a stream of hot and steaming mist by the sword body of the Red Fire Sword, shrouding the body of the round-faced monk.

The heat in the field dissipated with the wind, but the crimson of the body of the Red Fire Sword was still faintly dim by half a minute. Although there was no danger, the round-faced monk was still wet with water mist, and the red fire sword in his other hand had been blocking the attacks of the formation earth spell, and he was a little in a hurry for a while. The original smile and amiable face were also slightly embarrassed.

At this time, the two water dragons drawn by Wang Xian's second round of all-out exercise were killed together, and the round-faced monk could only continue to carry it. He clearly knows the power of the water dragon, if he doesn't use the red fire sword to cut off the water dragon, and then use the red fire to evaporate the water element power, once he is caught by the water dragon mana, the whole body will be like a swamp, and it will be difficult to move an inch, leaving me as a fish and a human sword.

If Wang Xian didn't want to fall into the formation and be attacked by the formation earth spell, he had to stand on the formation line and not take a wrong step. As a result, when attacking the Round-Faced Monk, he cannot move freely in order to follow up on the pursuit.

After the fifth round of water dragon strikes, the round-faced monk seemed to react, and fought and retreated in the direction away from Wang Xian's water dragon attack. By the time Wang first launched the sixth round of water dragon attacks, the round-faced monk had already retreated more than twenty zhang away, and at this time it was beyond the range of the water dragon's attack.

The round-faced monk breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced. He couldn't stand still in his current place, because the attacks of the formation were ever-changing, and he could only try his best to stay away from Wang Xian's foothold when he was moving and dodging.

However, the good times did not last long, and when the round-faced monk moved to more than thirty zhang away from Wang Xian's foothold, Wang Xian had already re-established himself, walked the formation route, and sneaked to another place close to the round-faced monk.

The sixth round of water dragon attacks suddenly came from behind the round-faced monk. The round-faced monk didn't have time to dodge, so he had to continue to make a hard connection, and after receiving three rounds of water dragon attacks, he subconsciously retreated in the vertical direction where Wang Xian landed twice, until he was more than twenty zhang away from both places, and Wang Xian's attack disappeared.

Similarly, when the round-faced monk was repelled by the formation and moved nearly ten zhang away, Wang Xian's water dragon attack reappeared. At this moment, the round-faced monk was in distress.

After three defenses, he found that the foothold where he could dodge the attack was only a few zhang square. But if he can dodge Wang Xian, he can't dodge the attack of the formation, unless he does not hesitate to spend a huge amount of strength, and every attack of the formation is firmly followed by a hard heel and does not dodge.

He had to bite the bullet and found that his mana consumption had increased exponentially. When a monk fires a mana attack, there is a valid range of the attack. At this distance, there are certain rules from the initiation of mana, to the wildness of mana, to the gradual weakening of mana and the disappearance without a trace. It is in response to the principle of one drum, then decline, and three exhaustion.

And the monk's fighting method, unless the difference in strength is too great, generally always dodge and move, avoid the fact, hit its weakness, avoid its edge, and hit its return. But the round-faced monk did not move in a circle of a few zhang in this way, and the attack power of the formation he received increased exponentially, and the mana consumed also increased exponentially. This was the result of the careful calculations made by the Formation Grandmaster when designing the formation.

Wang Xian didn't have no other way to attack the round-faced monk from a distance, but he could not move, and let the round-faced monk be forced, and he didn't care about pranayama at the place where he landed to recover his mana.

An hour later, the round-faced monk tentatively retreated to the attack range of Wang Xian's water dragon ball, and Wang Xian immediately sent out a water dragon. The round-faced monk had no choice but to scatter the water dragon again, retreat into the small circle where the ground was drawn, and withstand the onslaught of the formation.

At this time, it was already dark, but the glimmer of light from the large array of spiritual power made everyone trapped still be able to see the distance of dozens of zhang. Wang first stared at the round-faced monk, so that he could not get rid of his own attack deterrence, and took advantage of the interval between attacks to continue to breathe.

The next day, the sky was already bright, and the formation was also brightly lit, Wang Xian looked at the round-faced monk who only had seventy percent of his mana left, and was still fighting hard, smiled slightly, and decided not to wait any longer. The round-faced monk was now more than thirty feet away from the king, with his back to him.

Wang Xian sacrificed the golden arrow of the middle-level mystic weapon, and shot it with a bow. Two groups of seven arrows shot out in succession, and fourteen golden arrows pierced the round-faced monk's back like two thin chains, one stabbing diagonally down from above, and the other stabbing diagonally from the ground. Wang Xian's whole body mana was bundled in two thin lines, and under the guidance of his divine sense, he controlled the golden arrow attack like an arm and finger, and the attack could reach up to fifty zhang, and the round-faced monk could not avoid it.

The round-faced monk couldn't help but be shocked when he encountered a surprise attack again, originally thought that Wang Xian couldn't help himself, so he desperately carried the formation attack outside the range of Wang Xian's attack, but now he found that he was very wrong.

When he sacrificed the second red fire sword, turned sideways, and slammed the golden arrows up and down, he found that the attacks of the golden arrows were endless, and the angles were tricky, hitting the head on the upper line and hitting the feet on the lower line. Finally blocked a round, and the golden arrow swirled on its own, forming a second round of attack.

After only three rounds of this, the round-faced monk finally couldn't support it, and was shot out by six arrows through his arms and legs, and his whole body mana was shattered, and blood was dripping. Before the formation could attack him, Wang first swung out the bundle of immortal ropes, dragged the round-faced monk over, stopped his blood, collected his storage bag, and brought it back to the small array and threw it on the ground.

The round-faced monk had recognized Wang Xian, and now that he was close, he was restrained, and his face couldn't help but be full of resentment and unwillingness. He always believed that if he fought alone, directly against the water dragon ball and golden arrow beads of the king first, with the double swords in his hands and the mana in the middle stage of foundation building, he would never lose.

Wang Xiancai didn't care about this, he swept the situation in the formation, the Black Water Gate Lord and several others were still fighting against the big array attack. There are still three monks left in the middle stage of foundation building, one is the follower monk of the Lord of the Black Water Gate, and the other is the guest monk. Wang Xian didn't want to drag the mud and water this time, so he attacked the three of them in turn, starting with the nearest follower monk.

After Wang first approached, he first sacrificed the water dragon ball raid, and after several rounds of repeated attacks by the water dragon, when the opponent retreated outside the attack range, he sent out two sets of golden arrows and beads of long-range whirling attacks. When the opponent retreats to fifty zhang away, he immediately takes the formation route, moves to the next place close to the opponent's foothold, and attacks with water dragons at short range again, and attacks with golden arrows at a distance.

Under this continuous blow, in six hours, Wang Xian was wounded first and then captured, subduing the monk and the other two monk Keqing.

In addition to also having the Red Fire Sword, the follower monk actually cast four Red Fire Talismans in a row to resist for so long.

The red fire talisman is a mid-level high-grade talisman that is burned with thousand-year-old black fire oil and soaked in oil sand for thousands of years to fire dansha and refined. It is equivalent to a fire mana attack at the end of the foundation. As soon as the red fire talisman came out, Wang Xian had to deal with it carefully, and he didn't dare to be careless, and the golden arrow attacks were all slightly touched and left, so as not to be damaged. It wasn't until the opponent's four talismans were exhausted that Wang Xian won in one fell swoop.

The other two Keqing monks, under the attack of Wang Xian's golden water double spell, each lasted more than an hour. They divided a low-level Xuanqi Golden Sword and a middle-level Xuanqi Golden Sword, there was no spiritual object to protect themselves, and the exercises were mediocre, compared with the follower monks, although the cultivation was comparable, the strength of the fighting method was obviously a grade lower, no wonder they wanted to nest in this Black Water Gate as a guest.

Wang Xian's eyes were aimed at the only monk in the late stage of foundation building in the array, he was wearing a green robe, tall and thin, and his cultivation was the highest among the guest kings. Wang Xian paid special attention to him during the banquet of Keqing.

The treatment of the guest secretary of Heishuimen is not high, but it is not low. This monk at the end of the foundation building period, with such a high level of cultivation, it should not be difficult to find a better sect, enjoy better offerings, and be more sure to impact the Jindan period. He has been in Heishuimen for more than two years, why does he like Heishuimen so much? Wang Xian has always been a little curious in his heart.

Wang Xian had already glanced at the formation several times, and every time his gaze swept over the monk, there was always a faint feeling that something was wrong in his heart, and since he had been busy attacking other opponents, he didn't delve into what was going on.

Wang first stepped on the formation line, sneaked to the small formation closest to the monk, and while taking a seat to breathe and recover his mana, he carefully observed the monk, intending to find out.