"Old Ye! Good!" Seeing that Ye Jianshi turned defeat into victory, Sikong Jianheng applauded.
Under the fierce attack of Ye Jian, Wannianhong had become a pile of meat, lying on the ground, with no clues on his face. He could only enter the air, but no exhaled air.
When Wannianqing saw that his brother was beaten into such a miserable appearance, the anger in his heart surged up, even his hair stood up one by one, glaring at Shu Jun and others.
Ye Jianying put away the flying sword, looked at Shu Jun, and smiled slightly, "Lord, I didn't lose!" Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground.
"Old Ye!" Sikong Jian rushed over, hugged the coma Ye Jian shape, and took a nap and relaxed his heart hanging in the air. "Old Ye's life is nothing serious, he is just a little exhausted."
Shu Jun breathed a sigh of relief and was moved by the rise of Ye Jianying. Sikong Jianheng hugged Ye Jianying over, and Shu Jun comforted softly: "Sword Shape! You are a good person!"
Ye Jianshi raised his heavy eyelids and wanted to show a signature smile, but it was a little difficult, "Sikong Jianheng, wait... when you come on stage later, don't embarrass your lord..."
Sikong Jianheng patted his chest and shouted, "Old Ye, just rest with confidence. Even if I die, I will not lose!"
"Hu... Say eight things..." Ye Jianxing smiled bitterly, "You are dead, who will still fight with me!"
After hearing this, Sikong Jianheng's nose felt sore and he almost cried. He held Ye Jian's hand tightly and squeezed out a smile, "Don't worry, I'm much better than you, look at me!"
As he said that, he stood up, looked at Shu Jun, and stepped onto the ring in the school field with a confident look on his face.
"Young Master Ying Yu, it seems that the winner has not been decided in this game just now, right?" Shu Jun intentionally made the other party ugly and deliberately raised his voice.
Ying Yu coughed and said, "I won the last night sword shape." As he said that, he looked at Wan Nianqing and others with sympathy.
Wan Nianqing didn't care either. He checked his seriously injured second brother and said hatefully: "This time, I'll make you look good!" The vicious look in his eyes stared at Shu Jun.
"Brother, let me do this time!" Wannian Chang sneered.
Wannianqing nodded and told softly: "Be careful this time, I think this kid is not weak either."
Wan Nianchang nodded slightly, looking confident, "Brother, don't worry, my formation cultivation illusion is just right to deal with the sword cultivator." As he said that, his body leaped and floated onto the ring.
"Oh, is it the little turtle that appeared? I thought it was the big turtle." Sikong Jianheng laughed.
Wan Nian Chang was silent, his eyes full of disdain, "Boy, I want to see how hard your mouth can be!"
Sikong Jianheng smiled, "I want my mouth to soften, let's see if you have the ability first!" Before he finished speaking, the flying sword had been used and flew towards the other party unexpectedly.
Wan Nianchang didn't expect that the other party would hit him as soon as he said that. Before he could react, the other party's flying sword was flying towards the door. At that moment, he could only retreat continuously and resolve the moves.
"Little Turtle! Do you only know how to escape?" Sikong Jianheng took the initiative and directed the flying sword to chase after him.
Wannian's long-lasting face turned pale, hating that the other party was so rogue, and he took the lead before he announced the beginning, which made him unable to prepare.
At this moment, I can only dodge everywhere and wait for an opportunity to take action.
Sikong Jianheng chased and laughed at him. The situation in the scene was one-sided. But Shu Jun's face was not at all happy. Because he could see that the reason why Sikong Jianheng was so powerful was entirely because he was caught off guard and occupied the
Have an advantage. When the opponent slowly stabilizes his position, he will probably suffer.
Sure enough, after dozens of rounds, Wan Nianchang gradually stabilized his position. Although he had not yet attacked, he was still not airtight. No matter how domineering Sikong Jianheng's flying sword was, he could only block his body.
Outside the range of three feet.
"Boy! It's time for me to take action!" Wannianchang's face turned gloomy, his hands trembled, and suddenly there were a few black flags.
Sikong Jianheng didn't care what the opponent did. Anyway, the flying sword's moves became more and more fierce, and he attacked the enemy's vital points.
Wannianchang raised his hands and flew out in different directions. The small flag fell to the ground, just a few corners of Luo on the ring.
I saw him pinching his marks with both hands and his whole body rose in the air, as if he was casting some formation.
"Lord, he is a formation cultivator." Luo Jiutian said in surprise.
Shu Jun just discovered this point. The few black flags in Wan Nianchang's hand must be some terrible formation. Once sacrificed, the power is probably unpredictable. At that moment, he couldn't help but worry about Sikong Jianheng.
"Jian Heng! Be careful!" Shu Jun couldn't help but ask.
"Lord, don't worry, I didn't take this trick from the little turtle seriously." Sikong Jianheng smiled carelessly, "Huh!" Before the laughter fell, he seemed to have noticed something, his face was full of silence.
A look of surprise.
"Lord, what's wrong with him?" Luo Jiutian asked curiously when he saw Sikong Jianheng stop attacking suddenly.
Shu Jun breathed a sigh and said slowly: "Jian Heng has probably entered the ten thousand years of formation."
For a moment, everyone's hearts rose to their throats, and they looked at Sikong Jianheng who was walking like a blind man on the ring, worried.
On the ring, Wan Nian Chang stood in the air, his eyes closed. Although he did not make any attack moves, his hands were placed on his chest, constantly changing his sealing method. On the other hand, Sikong Jianheng looked like a drunk man, stumbled.
Walking around the ring.
"Little turtle! What are you doing?" Sikong Jianheng cursed, and the flying sword burst into pieces, smashing several wooden stakes around the ring, but no trace of the ages was seen.
"It's strange. I'm still here just now, why is there no one in the blink of an eye?" Sikong Jianheng stopped and was about to ask Shu Jun, but as soon as he turned around, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Shu Jun and others were gone!
"Lord!" Sikong Jianheng was panicked and couldn't help but shout. "Damn it!" Weiwei cursed, Sikong Jianheng used the flying sword to protect his whole body, and kept looking around.
The surrounding scenes gradually changed, and within a moment, they had turned from mountains to rivers. Later, all these scenes disappeared. The scene in front of them was difficult to distinguish between heaven and earth, and there was only the vast white fog blocking the view.
Where is this?
Sikong Jianheng was surprised. The quiet needles around him could be heard, and he seemed to be the only one left in the whole world.
"Lord, Sikong Jianheng, how is he... how is he?" The weak Ye Jianying couldn't help but worry when he saw Sikong Jianheng's strange appearance.
Shu Jun shook his head and sighed, "I don't know yet. Jian Heng's spiritual sense has entered the formation arranged by Wan Nian Chang. Whether he can walk out depends on himself." After a pause,
He also said: "The terrible thing about the formation cultivator is that it is often able to create hallucinations to confuse people's eyes."
"Lord, then will you be invincible if you have been invincible for thousands of years?" Ye Jianying coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Shu Jun pressed his palm on his back, and slowly felt a stream of true energy, saying, "Unless you meet someone who is stronger than him, the person who is trapped in an illusion will fight back against the person who casts the formation and creates the illusion."
It will also backfire the master.”
Thinking of Sikong Jianheng falling into an illusion, everyone held their breath and looked at him nervously.
"Little Turtle! If you don't come out, you will lose!" Sikong Jianheng in the illusion still didn't realize his situation and shouted at the top of his voice. But no matter how loud his roar was, no one around answered him.
After pondering for a moment, Sikong Jianheng suddenly realized that he must have been trapped in the illusion formation woven by the formation cultivator. Thinking of Murong Qin in the bamboo forest, Sikong Jianheng was shocked and sweated.
Everything in front of him was an illusion. He remembered what Shu Jun said. So, this white mist was fake, and what he saw with his eyes was fake! Sikong Jianheng tried hard to calm himself down and thought quietly
Every word Shu Jun said that day.
No matter what kind of illusion it is, there are flaws to follow. As long as you find the flaw, the illusion can be broken. However, the white fog in front of you is full of heavy fog, and it is difficult to see the scene that is so close to you, let alone
Something flaw is there. I am afraid I can't find it.
For a moment, Sikong Jianheng was frowning, looking at the vast fog in front of him, helpless.
Hallucinations, hallucinations! They are all hallucinations!
Sikong Jian told himself secretly in his heart. He tried to fly with the sword, trying to fly out of the vast fog, but after about several hours, the heavy fog that wrapped him still did not dissipate.
The fog is so thick that it cannot be dissolved, and it seems that there will never be an end. The sky and the earth are also swallowed by this vast fog.
Can't get out!
A terrifying thought suddenly arose in Sikong Jianheng's heart. If he can't walk out, will he be trapped in this endless fog for the rest of his life? If this is true, then...
"Damn it!" Sikong Jianheng couldn't help but curse, "Little turtle! Grandson of the turtle! Get out of here if you have the ability! What's the point of hiding!"
No one around him answered him.
"Go to die!" Sikong Jianheng suddenly moved the flying sword, and the sharp long sword, like a giant axe that opened the sky, slashed on the heavy fog. He seemed to have fallen into a kind of slightest.
In a state of madness, my mind was like this vast fog, and it was blank.
"Lord, what is this kid doing!" Sikong Jianheng in the field moved suddenly, holding up the flying sword violently and uneasy, waving it back and forth.
Wannianchang was above his head, but he seemed like a blind man and could not see it at all.
"I lost this game." Shu Jun shook his head slightly, "The ten thousand-year-old formation cultivator really has some tricks. You must be careful when you meet him in the future."
After giving this instructor, Shu Jun turned around and said, "We will admit defeat in this game." As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jianheng on the ring vomited blood and fell from the ring.
Luo Jiutian flew over, caught Sikong Jianheng, and flew back.