There was another fierce collision, the sword blade and the arm wrapped in demonic energy clashed together. After dozens of collisions at this moment, both people's arms were a little numb, especially Yan Ting, the demonic energy on both arms had already appeared.
There were some cracks, but the Xuanji sword was still intact.
After all, his cultivation was too low, and his vitality was not as pure as Mo Xuanzhang's. In this duel, he seemed to have been suppressed, and the Xuanji sword made his already weak situation worse.
Bang!
Being shaken away again, Yan Ting did not choose to rush forward, but stood on the spot. When Mo Xuanzhang saw Yan Ting's movements, he raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the Xuanji sword in his hand, and held it upside down, his body
Gradually lowered, the whole person was like a falcon about to fly away.
The next moment, he took a small step and suddenly spun around. At this moment, the Xuanji sword that was held upside down was slashed from below to above, and an extremely violent purple sword energy roared out from the blade. Yan Ting's eyes were half-squinted.
, the right fist was blasted out fiercely, directly smashing the sword energy into pieces.
But Mo Xuanzhang's body was still spinning. Every time he turned, Xuanji Sword spurted out a stream of sword energy. These sword energies did not go straight to Yan Ting, but shot up into the sky one after another, and demons danced wildly on the sky.
Yan Ting looked at these sword energies with cold eyes, and a lot of pressure suddenly arose in his heart. His trump card was almost over at this point, but Mo Xuanzhang, he still hadn't figured it out yet.
The flying sword energy seemed to have spirituality, none of them took the initiative to attack Yan Ting, but in the air, they seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, blocking the space, preventing Yan Ting from having any chance to escape, and the sky was full of
The sword energy made Yan Ting's chest feel a little heavy. He stepped back slightly, and two sword energy came behind him, forcing him to stop.
At this time, there were hundreds of invisible but visible sword auras in the sky. Suddenly, Mo Xuanzhang's body spun into the air, and based on the flying sword aura, he actually floated in the mid-air. He looked down
He looked at Yan Ting, his eyes without any emotion, and said in his mouth: "Thousands of swords serve as guides, thousands of thunders drive together, fearing the power of heaven, build a domain formation."
He raised the Xuanji Sword high, and suddenly, without any warning, a bolt of thunder struck down from the sky, directly piercing the Xuanji Sword, and then emitted from the blade and poured into hundreds of invisible sword energy. In an instant, hundreds of thunder swords were fired.
Like hundreds of swimming dragons, they all rushed towards Yan Ting as he swung the Xuanji sword.
On the Wind and Cloud Platform, a thunder sword formation appeared. There were only two people in the formation, and hundreds of thunder swords.
Looking at this majestic sword formation, all the disciples in the audience were speechless for a long time, with their mouths wide open and unable to say a word. Except for Xiang Xinyue, the inner courtyard disciples could remain calm, and the rest were all
They all said in unison: "I'm going!"
Sword formation, this is the real sword formation.
Mo Xuanzhang constructed a sword array with one person's power to deal with Yan Ting.
Standing in the Thunder Sword Formation, Yan Ting's face was a little solemn. Mo Xuanzhang could construct a sword formation, which he had never thought of. With the cultivation level of Tianyuan Realm, if he wanted to create the formation, he would not need to use any martial arts or skills.
It's an external force, which is nothing more than wishful thinking. Mo Xuanzhang's trump cards seem to be too many and too strong.
But what he never imagined was that the Thunder Sword Formation was not created by Mo Xuanzhang with the help of external forces or Yuan Techniques, but was created by integrating the two with his own understanding of Thunder and Sword Dao.
, a sword formation that belongs to him alone. The only thing he uses is a sword. Even if the sword in his hand is not the Xuanji sword, he can still do it.
"Yan Ting, it's time to decide the winner."
The corners of Mo Xuanzhang's mouth raised slightly. Yan Ting's performance was far beyond his expectation. Even the sword formation he created had to be used. But this was the best, and his long expectation was not in vain. Finally, he was not disappointed.
He had no doubt that if Yan Ting was given a few more years, it would not be a problem to surpass him.
It is impossible for him to fight against level 4 Tianyuan and level 8 Tianyuan.
"Come on." Yan Ting said calmly.
The Xuanji Sword was like a shining butterfly in Mo Xuanzhang's hand. The blade was not visible, only a streak of thunder was seen. He threw up the Xuanji Sword, opened his arms, and then swung it down in unison. Hundreds of thunder swords were unleashed at this moment.
Blast down.
The soles of Yan Ting's feet were numb. This Thunder Sword Formation not only contained infinite sword intent, but also thunder and lightning. It was pervasive in the sky and on the earth. In this formation, his strength was boundless.
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Doubts will be suppressed. This is of the same nature as the great elder's domain.
Yan Ting stood there, his knees sinking slightly. The two demonic energies flowed with his hands and merged above his head. Yan Ting lowered his hands from both sides, and the fused demonic aura poured down around him like running water, forming a spherical demonic aura barrier.
, and protect Yan Ting inside.
Dozens of thunder swords pierced the barrier, causing Yan Ting's arms to shake violently. He gritted his teeth and held on to the dozens of thunder swords.
"Is this the sword formation created by Xuanzang himself?" the second elder said calmly.
"It was he who practiced Jiu Yao Thunderbolt, and he felt it, and created it by merging thunder and lightning with swordsmanship." The great elder said.
"It seems that the winner can be decided. If Yan Ting doesn't have other new tricks, then he may not be able to survive. This sword formation is obviously new and powerful, but the foundation is not so solid. However, I'm afraid it's not Yan Ting's.
It can be easily seen through and broken." The seventh elder smiled.
The fact that Mo Xuanzhang was able to create the sword formation was enough to prove how talented he was in the art of swordsmanship, but how could the flaws of the original sword formation be hidden from the eyes of the elders.
The third elder smiled and said: "The most fatal flaw of this sword array is that its sword energy is fierce and fast, and its offensive power is unparalleled. However, the people in the main array have removed all defenses and must concentrate on controlling the sword.
Formation, as long as..."
The great elder glanced at him with indifference and said nothing.
"Yan Ting has too much time to take care of himself, so take a good look at it," the great elder said.
"If Xuanzang's cultivation level is higher and he reaches the Yuan Luo realm, he can allocate his energy, then this formation will be considered more perfect." The third elder said with a smile.
"Yanting, come on!" The third elder said silently in his heart.
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The first wave of thunder swords was carried down by Yan Ting, and the second wave fell tightly. Dozens of thunder swords cut on the black barrier, making a clanging sound.
The sword energy blessed by thunder and lightning, whether it is its sharp edge or violent sword power, is nothing less than a nightmare for Yan Ting.
Mo Xuanzhang clasped his hands together and swung it out. The hundreds of sword energy immediately merged into the Xuanji sword. One sword slashed across the barrier. In an instant, the barrier shattered. The huge impact directly blasted Yan Ting for more than a dozen times.
Zhang Yuan, blood spurting from the mouth.
"Did you lose?" Buyunya clenched his fists and said reluctantly.
Qin Feiling didn't speak, and her jade hands trembled subconsciously. She firmly believed that Yan Ting would not lose, but Mo Xuanzhang's strength exceeded her expectations. Although she knew that this was just a competition, she was still anxious at the moment.
I watched the little boy lure away the doghead sharks all by himself and was unable to do anything.
"It seems that this Yan Ting won't be able to hold on any longer." Lin Jue said with some regret.
"What's the point? We can't even imagine that a fourth-level Tianyuan can achieve this level. If his cultivation reaches two minor realms, the outcome is unknown." Chi Han said carelessly.
Although he said this, he also felt a sense of loss in his heart. In this battle, they actually hoped that Yan Ting could create a miracle.
The sword formation was so huge that it almost enveloped the entire Fengyuntai. Even if Yan Ting flew out, he would still be in the sword formation.
His blood-stained face looked slightly ferocious, and his facial features were slightly distorted before returning to their original appearance. He breathed out gently, spitting out all the grievances he had accumulated during this battle.
The demonic energy in his body was withdrawn by him, and the consumption was too great. Even if he was soaked in the medicine pool and swallowed Emperor Bodhi, he would not be able to withstand such consumption.
Seeing the blackness on Yan Ting's body gradually dissipating, Mo Xuanzhang frowned. Without this black energy protection, what could he rely on to fight against him.
"I suddenly thought clearly, blindly defending will only make myself passive. I was frightened by the majestic momentum of your sword formation before, so I defended myself in the first confrontation, which led to what I am like now. But then
Come down,..."
Yan Ting's voice stopped suddenly, replaced by his sinister smile.
"I want to give it a try!"
Yan Ting's body was like a stream of light, flashing in the sword formation. Dozens of thunder swords crashed down. Yan Ting's palm burst out with a burst of demonic energy. The killing curse was broken like a bamboo, and all the thunder swords were scattered. His target was only Mo Xuan.
feast.
Mo Xuanzhang's face remained as usual, waving his fingers, thunder exploded in the sword formation, sword energy flew across the sky, and hundreds of thunder swords flew like one after another.
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The extremely fast falcon stabbed directly at Yan Ting. Yan Ting had no intention of evading. He struck with both palms, the demonic energy gathered into a shield, thunder, and the thunder sword kept hitting the shield. Yan Ting's footsteps were just
After taking a few steps forward, he was pushed back.
Mo Xuanzhang raised his hands, and hundreds of thunder swords flew, completely surrounding Yan Ting.
The sharp sword energy cut through Yan Ting's skin, leaving small wounds. He punched away the sword energy that was coming towards him or attacking from behind with one punch after another, looking for opportunities to get as close as possible to Mo Xuanzhang.
His figure did not stagnate due to any hesitation. He almost eliminated the surrounding threats and took a step forward in the direction of Mo Xuanzang.
"You're not afraid of exhausting yourself to death." Mo Xuanzhang shouted loudly.
Hundreds of thunder swords have been destroyed by Yan Ting, and more than a hundred sword energy has been destroyed. However, in this sword array, there are not only swords, but also thunder.
Very suddenly, a bolt of thunder struck Yan Ting on the back, causing him to grimace in pain.
"I have integrated Jiuyao Thunderbolt into this formation. How can you fight with me? I will not lose this battle." Mo Xuanzhang had a cold face, and lightly tapped his right index finger in the void, and dozens of thunder and lightning bursts.
Falling from the sky, Yan Ting didn't even look at it as he destroyed it with one punch, leaving only the ear-splitting sound of thunder that lingered for a long time.
"Don't show off these childish thunder and lightning, let's do it for real." Yan Ting sneered.
The body rose from the ground and rushed towards the more than a hundred swords lying in front. A killing spell penetrated the rainbow. The demonic power was mighty. The hundreds of swords merged into one sword and collided with the dark aurora. Mo Xuanzhang
He moved his left hand again, and another white-handled sword energy flew past him. Yan Ting slapped his left hand hard into the air, smashing more than a dozen sword energy into pieces. Under the double pressure, Yan Ting could not distract himself to contend, and could only fall back again.
In situ.
"Your sword energy seems to be unable to be regenerated. I don't believe it. After dispersing all your sword energy, you can still create a sword array. Mo Xuanzhang, if you want to win, just dream!" The sword energy in the array
It gradually decreased, and Yan Ting saw this, and his originally depressed mood instantly improved.
His vitality essence is not as pure as Mo Xuanzhang. In terms of protracted fighting, few people in the same realm can compare to him who swallowed Emperor Bodhi's strong blood energy. Even if it is a drain, Mo Xuanzhang can be exhausted. If you guess
If it's true, Mo Xuanzhang doesn't have much vitality left.
Mo Xuanzhang smiled and said, "Then try it!"
The next moment, Mo Xuanzhang's face suddenly turned cold, and the remaining sword energy cut with each other, wrapping Yan Ting in the middle. The scene was like a man trapped in a thousand troops, surrounded by dangers.
"Earth Mysterious Armor!" With a thought in his mind, the earth-yellow vitality armor appeared on his body, and the sword energy drew cracks on the armor. Hundreds of flying swords spun strangely and flew around, and then gathered together and flew in an instant.
Yan Ting's eyes were full of surprise, and he bounced up step by step, avoiding this collective cut. The sword energy was invisible and extremely fast. Yan Ting's speed could not match the speed of the sword energy. He escaped the first time, but was beaten by the second one.
The second and third time he was drawn, he flew across the sword formation.
"Yan Ting!" The third elder almost shouted. Mo Xuanzhang's sword array can be said to be nearly invincible at the level of Tianyuan realm. Yan Ting has almost no chance of winning this battle.
"If you can't beat me, why don't you just admit defeat? It's not embarrassing. What are you insisting on?" Qin Feiling frowned slightly, looking anxious.
"Senior Brother Yan, just give up." Bu Yunya thought silently in his heart. He didn't think Yan Ting was inferior to Mo Xuanzhang. The latter had weapons, cultivation, Yuan skills, and trump cards. None of them overpowered Yan Ting, but
After fighting for so long before gaining the upper hand, Yan Ting was already so impressive that no one would dare to laugh at him if he admitted defeat.
"Yan Ting, do you want to admit defeat?" Mo Xuanzhang asked loudly.
"Admit defeat? I have never done this in my life. If you have the ability, you can knock me off the stage. Otherwise, when you run out of strength, you will be the loser." Yan Ting laughed loudly.
Mo Xuanzhang's eyes were half-squinted. He had less than 20% of his vitality left. On the other hand, Yan Ting had at least 30% left. He didn't know why Yan Ting was so resistant to fighting despite being so much lower than him.
At this point, there is still so much energy left.
But if he doesn't end the battle, he will definitely lose.
Thinking of this, Mo Xuanzhang said quietly: "Then, I have no choice but to beat you down."