The slightly rotating Bagua Diagram was slowly pushed out by Yuwen Zhouyuan, and the whole space was violently shaking.
There was a hint of disdain on the face of the young man in the pseudo-fairyland of the Scale Horn Clan, and when he pointed out, the space was directly penetrated.
"Kakakaka..." The Bagua diagram shattered directly, and the force of the fingers continued unabated. A blood hole was formed on Yuwen Zhouyuan's shoulder, and blood flowed gurglingly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's face was extremely heavy. He did not expect that the pseudo-fairyland could be so terrifying. Even if he used battle formations, it would be difficult to trap the opponent.
"Are you feeling disappointed?" A hint of joking appeared on the face of the young man from the Scale-Horn Clan's Pseudo-Fairy Realm. "Although your battle formation is indeed extremely powerful, even I dare not face it head-on, but you are simply not as powerful as the Pseudo-Fairy Realm."
Understood, I understand the rules, this unbalanced battle formation cannot suppress me at all, unless it is the formation you set up with the help of the power of heaven and earth, now I want to kill you, you can't stop me at all."
After hearing the words of this young man from the Pseudo Fairyland of the Scale Horn Clan, Yuwen Zhouyuan fell silent. He knew that what the young man said was the truth.
In the battle formation, everyone has different cultivation levels. In the eyes of the masters of the pseudo-fairyland, the flaws in the rules can be seen at a glance. In the battle formation, he cannot be stopped. Now, unless he forms a defensive formation, but once
With that kind of battle formation, I'm afraid he will take action against those people in Xiliang.
If this battle formation were all half-step true saints, or if it was set up by masters at the peak of the early stage of true saints, it might really be possible to trap him. It would be too late to say anything now.
"Death." A thunderous voice exploded in the space.
This pseudo-fairyland young man from the Scale Horn clan grabbed it with his big hand, and the entire space immediately froze. Under this claw, even the mighty force seemed to grasp Yuwen Zhouyuan into pieces.
Seeing the opponent's attack, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression changed, and he moved his hands, leaving a piece of sky in his left hand and a piece of earth in his right hand. His hands merged, erupting with the power of heaven and earth closing together.
An extremely brilliant light burst out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand, resisting the opponent's attack.
boom!
Yuwen Zhouyuan's terrifying attack with the help of the battle formation was directly scratched by the opponent, and it turned into pure spiritual energy and dissipated in the air.
"Stab..." A piece of flesh and blood was scratched off Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest, and blood continued to flow.
This pseudo-fairyland youth from the Scale Horn Tribe did not give up. He was about to kill Yu Wen Zhouyuan. He drew a stroke in the void with his other hand, and the space seemed to be cut in half.
Seeing that Yu Wen Zhouyuan was about to be cut in half, suddenly, two figures stood in front of Yu Wen Zhouyuan. These two people were Lian Huasheng and Master Ju Ke.
"Puff..." The two of them were cut in half by a strange force.
"Looking for death." Seeing that someone actually blocked his attack, the master of the pseudo-fairyland from the Scale Horn tribe was filled with anger. Two black energy surged out from his eyes, completely wrapping up the two people who had been cut off at the waist.
"Ah..." A shrill scream came out, and in a moment, Master Lian Huasheng and Master Ju Ke turned into ashes.
There was a touch of unwillingness and an angry will in the air.
Huhu...
"You must die." Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were red, veins popped up on his neck, his fists were banging, and he said word by word. He was on the verge of anger. Lian Huasheng and Ju Ke
The Master died for him, how could he not be angry in his heart.
Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that the reason why the two of them died for him was because he hoped to stop the other party and prevent the other party from entering the Xiliang Holy Land and killing people everywhere.
The spilled blood not only ignited the anger in Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart, but also ignited the anger in everyone's hearts.
"Ten Directions Battle Formation." Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted, moving his hands, ten rays of light shot into the sky, forming a formation.
These five battle groups have been trained proficiently, and they understand how to set up the formation when they see the light emitted by Yuwen Zhouyuan.
The Bagua battle formation suddenly changed and turned into ten teams. The ten teams blocked this space. It seemed that even the rules of heaven and earth had changed, and a strange force rippled in this space.
Feeling the changes in the surrounding space, the face of this pseudo-fairyland master changed slightly, and he stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said: "This formation is somewhat interesting."
In this battle formation, he felt huge resistance. Whether it was his movement or using the rules of heaven and earth, it was many times more difficult than before.
"Although your battle formation is okay, you can stop me from killing you because of this battle formation." This pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horn tribe said coldly.
Immediately, he punched out and attacked Yuwen Zhouyuan. Terrible black energy surged out, and countless roars of ferocious beasts came from the punch.
"Broken." Yuwen Zhouyuan said one word, and the sharp energy burst out from his body. With a single stroke, a sharp edge shot through the air. His attack power was more than three times higher than usual. This was blessed by the Ten Directions Battle Formation.
result.
"Kakaka..." When encountering the opponent's punch, the sharp energy drawn by Yuwen Zhouyuan was directly shattered, and the terrifying punch continued to rush towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
That fist force enveloped Yuwen Zhouyuan and sealed the void, making it impossible for Yuwen Zhouyuan to escape.
Yuwen Zhouyuan shrank his eyes, moved his hands continuously, mobilized the power of ten directions, and formed a shield in front of him.
boom!
In the opponent's powerful punch, the shield was directly shattered, and the punch hit Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest.
"ah……"
Yuwen Zhouyuan's throat felt sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew out.
"War general..."
"War general..."
A series of exclamations sounded from all directions.
"Whoosh whoosh..." More than twenty figures flew out of the battle formation and rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Dong dong dong..." The hands of more than twenty voices emitted soft light and caught Yuwen Zhouyuan. Their bodies simultaneously retreated ten steps back, and each step caused the space to tremble.
"Commander, you rest first and let us deal with him."
"Yes! Let us deal with it."
Each of these people looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan worriedly and said.
"It's okay, it doesn't matter to me, I can still fight." Yuwen Zhouyuan stood up straight and gasped, letting the blood in his mouth stay and drip in the sea.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest had sunken, but his body was still standing upright. Looking at this stubborn and unyielding figure, everyone's hearts were roaring with anger, and the blood in their bodies was boiling. They wanted to kill them alone.
Go up.
"War general..."
Everyone gave a worried cry, and this cry contained everyone's infinite worries and expectations.
"Needless to say, what he wants is my life. You must intensify your training in the future and master all the battle formations." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with difficulty as he looked at everyone, and then turned his attention to this pseudo-fairyland member of the Scale Horn Clan.
The young man said coldly, "You want to kill me, but you have to pay a certain price."
"Is it me? That's not a small tone." This master of the pseudo-fairyland from the Scale Horn tribe said coldly.
After finishing speaking, a huge black palm slapped Yuwen Zhouyuan. With this palm, he could definitely smash Yuwen Zhouyuan to pieces.
"Master." Suddenly, figures appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan. It was the Eight Messengers. They sensed the danger of Yuwen Zhouyuan and ran over.
Eight ghosts looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with the same respect as before.
"Go back...go back quickly..." Seeing them, Yuwen Zhouyuan was moved in his heart, but he still yelled.
"No, I am willing to block the enemy's attack for my master." Dong Muzhen was the first to speak.
"We are willing." They said in unison, and a tragic emotion spread in the space.
At this time, this huge palm had already slapped it down.
"Puff puff..." The eight ghosts' bodies exploded, and their blood was like rain, and they all fell into the vast sea.
"What a touching scene, let me see who else is blocking it for you now." The master from the Scale Horn clan said coldly, and took a picture of Yuwen Zhouyuan again.
"There are us." At this time, a voice came, and at the same time, a figure blocked Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Yes, there are us too."
In the blink of an eye, thirty figures stood in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan, forming a human shield. They were all masters in this battle group.
"I order you to get out of here quickly." Yuwen Zhouyuan yelled with all his strength, and light emitted from his hand, trying to push them away, but it was already too late.
"Puff puff..." Their bodies exploded and turned into pieces, blood splashed and fell like rain.
This group of people died, and another group of people immediately stood in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Puff puff..." Groups of masters blocked Yuwen Zhouyuan's attacks. Blood dyed the sky red, and a sad atmosphere continued to spread.
Many masters from all over the world were trembling, their eyes were red, and their tears were spinning.
Who says men don’t have tears? The tears shed by men are endless pain and sadness.
Who said that the alliance between humans and demons was not unified? At this moment, everyone abandoned their past hatred and united to face the terrible enemy together.
Seeing batches of masters exploding in front of his eyes, staining the sky with blood, Yuwen Zhouyuan's lips had already been bitten, and what was flowing in his eyes was not tears but grief and hatred.
"Commander, at first, I was not convinced by you at all, because you are just a little kid in my eyes. But over time, with the training of the battle formation, I am convinced."
"General, you must live well, you are our hope."
"War general, I hope there will be reincarnation and we can kill the enemy together with you."
…
The spiritual consciousness of farewell echoed in this space.
The strong wind howled and the sky was filled with black clouds, as if it was also playing a grand lament for these dead soldiers.
Everyone's heart is bleeding. They are going forward one after another to block Yuwen Zhouyuan's attacks. What is this for? This is to keep Yuwen Zhouyuan alive and let Yuwen Zhouyuan train a more powerful battle group.
Protect the human and demon races in ten lands and eight regions, and kill all these alien races.
"Hahaha... It's so fun to kill. I didn't expect you human race to be so stupid. I don't believe that you are not afraid of death." This pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horn tribe laughed wildly, and said coldly with a cold gaze.