In an instant, the Feng Chai Dou Seal under Ling Fan's right foot exploded. Under the powerful crisis, almost driven by intuition, he moved a few times by mistake. Even he himself didn't know how he did it. At the critical moment, the three of them moved.
The three-foot-long sharp sword grazed his chest, and scratched his back and inner thigh.
Ling Fan flew into the air with an extremely weird posture, looking at the three sharp blades that were almost touching the flesh, his clothes had already been soaked with cold sweat.
If it weren't for the mental training in the dark room, these three sudden sword strikes would have killed him!
Poof!
However, before Ling Fan could react, a chill suddenly came from his left hand, and a sharp blade silently tore open the clothes on his arm, leaving a long bloodstain on his left arm.
"One more..."
Ling Fan was shocked. When he landed, he had no time to pay attention to the blood flowing from his left hand. Without saying a word, he stepped back dozens of steps before he stopped.
Looking around, he found that the void was filled with sharp swords. Without counting, he naturally knew that there were seven or seventy-nine swords. The appearance of each sword was the same, but the speed and behavior trajectory were completely different.
It looks very weird.
"This is the so-called sword array? Where are Liu Chen and Xu Jiaqin? Are they not there? Could it be that Qiao Ge lied to me..." In an instant, Ling Fan saw clearly the inside of the palace. In addition to the forty-nine flying swords, there was also a
The sword is an altar for sacrifice.
The altar is about two meters high, with a stone pillar supporting it on the left and right sides, and a stone slab in the center. There is chaos under the stone slab, and it is impossible to see what is inside.
The most important thing is that above the stone slab, there is a sword floating there. The sword is covered with a layer of white light, and the halo is lingering, which is quite extraordinary.
"No, they must have been here. The traces of the fight in the palace are unmistakable. Those are sword marks that only Xu Jiaqin can leave."
Turning his eyes, Ling Fan saw some sword marks left on the stone wall of the palace. Based on his understanding of the sword, he could tell that the sword marks were left by Xu Jiaqin. In this way, Qiao Ge was not lying.
"I underestimated them too much. With their strength, how could they be deceived by Qiao Ge and the others to come here? They must have seen something and wanted to use this to confuse the other party. How could this mere sword formation trap them?
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Ling Fan smiled bitterly at himself. Unexpectedly, in the midst of a crisis, his mood calmed down. After thinking about it for a moment, his mind became clear.
Xu Jiaqin and Xiao Xuanfeng are outstanding young people from two universities. Although Xu Jiaqin is not a cunning person, Xiao Xuanfeng has many tricks. How could he be easily fooled?
They had staged a trick to trick the enemy, but they didn't expect that they also tricked Ling Fan into coming in. Just because they were able to leave, it didn't mean that Ling Fan could do the same.
Swish swish swish!
With only a few glances, the sword array was fully activated. Forty-nine flying swords, forty-nine angles, forty-nine speeds, all targeting Ling Fan.
Wherever the naked eye passed, there were swords everywhere and blind spots everywhere. There was no way to hide. At this moment, the breath of death completely enveloped Ling Fan. He had never been so helpless as he was now.
When he first entered this place, his left hand was defeated by just four flying swords, and this was despite his extraordinary performance. Now facing forty-nine flying swords, Ling Fan was really helpless.
But he would never give up. The heavy sword in his hand tightened slightly, and when he was about to fight to the death, something happened that stunned him.
The forty-nine flying swords all stopped when they were still one meter away from Ling Fan. They revolved around Ling Fan and continued to attack, but their targets became air.
This sword formation was attacking aimlessly around him, as if they were deducing a formation, which made Ling Fan a little bit at a loss.
"This is……"
When he lowered his head and took a look, he found that there was a circle made of yellow circles all around, with a diameter of exactly two meters, and he was standing in the center of the circle by some strange coincidence.
With the yellow line as the base point, an invisible light shield seems to be formed to block the flying swords. Those flying swords use the light shield as their attack gaze, and carry out staggering attacks in the void with almost no flaws.
With the combined efforts of Little Whirlwind and Xu Jiaqin, such an attack should be able to last for a long time. However, with Ling Fan's current ability, unless he uses Star Tears to destroy the sword array with absolute power, it is absolutely impossible to survive in the sword array.
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"It seems that the entire palace is a safe area." Looking around the palace, there was only a circle under Ling Fan's feet. He was almost certain that once he stepped outside the yellow line, flying swords would cut him into pieces.
"Huh..." Ling Fan exhaled a filthy breath. He crossed his legs in the safe area and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Putting all the thoughts in his mind behind him, the first thing he did was to bandage the wound on his left hand, and he took it seriously.
Treat your injuries.
Ling Fan spent a lot of money fighting the three fighting masters and also suffered some internal injuries. The previous treatment was hasty. Now that he has time, he should deal with these injuries first to avoid causing trouble in the future and affecting his cultivation.
The wound was quickly treated. At this time, Ling Fan frowned and raised his head. Looking at the swords flying in the sky, a wry smile appeared on his face. Then he turned his eyes and landed on the altar through the shadow of the sword.
There is no doubt that the altar is the only one in the entire palace that is quite extraordinary. To get out of this place, you must pass through the altar.
"That's..." After taking a closer look, he immediately discovered that not far in front of the chaos under the altar, there was a clear sword mark. There was no doubt that it was left by Xu Jiaqin.
"There is some space power emitting from the chaos. It seems that there is the exit. The question is how to break through the sword formation and reach the exit?"
This place is about fifty meters away from the altar, not too far, but not too close either. Ling Fan is self-aware. If he doesn't use Star Tears, the chance of passing through the sword formation is almost zero.
Looking at the sword shrouded in brilliance on the altar, he was floating quietly in the void, fifty meters away, and there was no sign of it at all.
"Hey, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out for a while." Looking at the forty-nine flying swords that were constantly attacking in the void, Ling Fan sighed deeply. He originally wanted to help his friends, but he didn't want to lose himself if he failed to save them.
Come in!
All this is due to his lack of strength. If there is absolute power, what is a mere sword formation? With one move, the entire palace will be wiped out, and the sword formation will naturally destroy itself.
It's a pity that Ling Fan doesn't have such power at present. He is just a Xuan-level fighting master. He cannot use powerful fighting skills with his twenty-five fighting points, and he can't even practice the Six Seals of Stars that come with the Star Destruction Technique.
Unable to break the formation for the moment, Ling Fan was not in a hurry. He was injured anyway, and the arrows, daggers, etc. on his body were very few due to previous consumption. If this continued, there would definitely be a time when he would run out of ammunition and food.
In this case, he simply lay down on the spot, with his hands behind his head, and just observed the forty-nine flying swords in the void. The trajectory of the flying swords' attacks was really wonderful, with forty-nine speeds and forty-nine directions.
No matter how they attack, there won't be any collision. They have abnormal patterns and have their own special orbit.
"Wait... the rules, yes, this is the sword formation, there must be its rules, as long as you find the rules..."
Ling Fan's eyes lit up, and he admired his own intelligence, but after some observation, he immediately became frustrated again.
There should be rules, but they are too difficult to find. The changes in this sword formation are so miraculous, and the forty-nine speeds match the changing trajectories of the forty-nine flying swords. It is simply too difficult to find their rules.
This is like an extremely complex geometry problem, which requires countless reasonings and slow integration to find the exit and solve it in one stroke.
But this geometry problem was too difficult. What made it even more difficult was that Ling Fan didn't have any scratch paper, so he just relied on deductions in his head. He didn't know how long it would take to solve the problem.
After just one hour of calculation, Ling Fan felt his head ache. When he looked at the sword formation again, he felt like stars were popping up before his eyes. He had a feeling that even if he was asked to face Teacher Madu's volcano pills, he would not look at the sword formation again.
One glance.
Closing his eyes, there were still swords flying in his mind, which couldn't be erased. Ling Fan finally understood the feeling of a splitting headache. At this moment, he even wanted to hit his head on the ground. This feeling was too painful.
"No, if you continue like this, you will go crazy. You must forget the sword formation. By the way, this is a rookie world..."
At this moment, Ling Fan felt that the mask in his arms was so cute. Without thinking, he took out the mask and covered his face directly.
As soon as his eyes lit up, the sword array in his mind disappeared, and what came into view was a rather familiar small village. At this moment, Ling Fan felt extremely lucky, and he even wanted to shout loudly: "Rookie World, I'm back again
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Pushing open the door of the Douyin hut and looking at Libisna on the chair, who was concentrating on carving the Douyin, Ling Fan even had the urge to rush up and give him a kiss. After wandering on Haining Island, he was used to the days of high concentration.
Suddenly, I feel like home in the rookie world. Lipisner and others are my relatives. Only when I come here can I truly feel at ease.
Without Bilisna's reminder, Ling Fan got the iron plate and carving knife and was about to carve the grass when Libisna's childish voice floated over: "Do you want to break that sword formation?"
"What?" Ling Fan's jaw dropped in shock. He looked at Libisna like a fool. He never thought that Libisna could know his current situation?
"Don't open your mouth like an idiot. I'm asking you, do you want to break that sword formation?" Libisna raised her mouth and scolded her seriously and cutely.
"Think about it, no matter how hard I think about it, I'm almost going crazy." Ling Fan nodded his head almost subconsciously. Indeed, he almost went crazy for this sword formation. It was too torturous.
"Go find that boy Kenny and make up your mind to improve your mental strength."
"Uncle Kenny?" Ling Fan's heart trembled. Looking at Libisner who looked indifferent, he suppressed the words he asked, and then remained silent in a sensible manner. After carving a small grass, he said:
Push open the door and rush to the spiritual cabin.
Since entering the rookie world, this is probably the first time that Ling Fan misses that small dark room so much. He even wishes he had a pair of wings to fly there!
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