"Jianghu woman, I am never too little to deceive, how dare you lose to a stinky ruffian like Er?" The eyes of the white-clothed holy envoys seemed to move from the sword in her hand to her.

Xie Junhe was inexplicably rejected, and snorted coldly for a long time.

"Kill!" Mo Yang gave an order, and the formation of the white-clothed holy envoy changed suddenly, and immediately someone blocked Mo Yang and the others on the other side. The sword qi and dust swirled into a stream, and quickly moved out a Taiji Yin and Yang diagram.

There was also such a scene in the deduction of the Changhe chant! Xie Junhe suddenly remembered.

"It's not difficult. Leng Fengyi commanded calmly, "Brother Xie to the north, I will go south, and split this formation horizontally into two, so that it cannot take care of the beginning and the end, and this formation will be self-resolved." ”

"Beware of changes in the formation!" Xie Junhe said a word, and walked towards the node where the northern team was connected. The blade of the remnant sword swept by, and there was no rival to be seen.

But the flow of the team never stopped. Facing each other, pieces of sword shadows are slashed, messy like flying flowers in the sky, but in the chaos, they secretly follow the rules and regulations, and the water does not leak.

As Xie Junhe and Leng Fengyi attacked separately, the Tai Chi patterned sword array suddenly split into two halves from the middle, and then closed into two sword formations respectively, engulfing the figures of the two.

"This ......" Leng Fengyi didn't seem to expect such a situation, and in addition to being surprised, she only dared to use her sword with all her strength to meet the sword lights coming towards her all around. In the intricate and light sword light, the green neon dress is like a dance-after all, she is also the young master wife of the Lichen Sword Sect, and she can also be regarded as the true inheritance of the Qi family. It's just that the illusion of this sword light is too dense, so that she has the intention to kill the enemy but is unable to protect herself.

If she continues to fight like this, she is a little worried about the consequences. In particular, Mo Yang was still watching and snickering outside the sword array. I secretly thought that when Xie Junhe was negotiating with him just now, regardless of the idle things here, how good it would be to turn around and withdraw?

"Cold Ice Jue!" A roar stirred up a sky-rushing white light-it was actually Xie Junhe who rushed into battle in anger! Leng Fengyi saw that in the dazzling white light, the remnant sword was like frost, and a sweep swept away, tearing the loose team that had not yet formed into a gap. The sword qi was like a river bursting its embankment, tumbling and rushing, heading straight for Mo Yang.

It is undeniable that this is a good opportunity to break the formation, but when the formation is connected, it is always the most vulnerable. It's a pity that the design of this formation actually ignores this point and exposes its own vital point to the enemy. Xie Jun and Cai should be glad that Mo Yang's method of setting up the formation has not yet been perfected, allowing him to find a big loophole.

During the fight, Leng Fengyi could feel the cold air surging up from the soles of her feet, not to mention the flying sand and rocks around her, and she could feel the despair that stabbed straight into her heart, almost freezing her. Intertwined with this power is the sword qi of the Pear Flower Sword, and the two forces are like a dragon battle.

Mo Yang was stunned.

The skill of the white-clothed holy envoy in front of him also slowed down as if it was frozen, and Leng Fengyi took advantage of the situation to clench the hilt of the sword with both hands, and used all her strength to slash away. If the sword is windy, the soles of the feet are also like wind, flying all the way, trampling the white shadow under your feet. Half hidden in the fierce and chic of flying feathers, half revealing the aura of a king under the high level of the Dust Sword Sect. Every time the sword was swept away, there was a white shadow cracked in the sword wind, wrapped in bright red color, as if the stone sculpture frozen by frost and snow could no longer resist the heavy blow and cracked.