Groups of terrifying aura erupted from the bodies of all the foundation-building monks present.
More than twenty foundation-building monks launched their attacks at the same time. Their auras blended with each other, and it turned out to be a combined attack by everyone.
In front of the one-eyed monk, one sword after another suddenly rose into the air, submerged into the clouds and merged with the two phantoms. ??
With everyone joining together and receiving the blessing of true energy, the sword glowed brightly, just like the sun and the moon coming into the world.
The sword carries the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, slowly sinking, and the air flow in the air solidifies.
For a time, the earth trembled non-stop, cracks appeared, and pits appeared.
"hiss……"
Su Twelve took a breath of cold air. Under the pressure of this amazing breath, he felt as if the sky was collapsing.
Such power, even though he was powerful, was simply unbearable. Under the pressure of the powerful force, the whole person fell directly from the air and hit the ground hard.
Seeing this scene, the one-eyed monk's mouth twitched slightly and let out a wild laugh of satisfaction.
"Haha, boy, it seems that I still think highly of you."
"Isn't the momentum alone already unstoppable?!"
"Killing people like you is pointless! It's over!"
Amid laughter, the one-eyed monk pressed his palms down.
"Whizzing……"
The sword fell from the sky and continued to chase Su Twelve who landed on the ground.
At the critical moment of life and death, facing this shocking blow, Su Twelve did not activate any defensive measures.
Instead, he stepped on the ground and danced wildly with his hands, creating countless afterimages.
At this moment, his mood was as calm as water, and his eyes showed calmness and determination.
The shadow moved with the wind, and with a flick of his fingers, hundreds of seals flew out from Su Twelve's hands.
Pushing outside the pine cliff, there is the formation he deployed back then.
Under the continuous attacks of these people, the formation was broken. It would be better to say... that the spiritual power of the spirit stone was exhausted and there was no way to continue.<
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As for some minor damage, it is not difficult for him to repair it.
And this... was the confidence that allowed him to dare to challenge these monks alone.
Otherwise, if you fight with less against many, you will win miserably!
"Yunge Nine Swords Formation! Formation opens!"
As Su Twelve's thoughts moved slightly, in an instant, the earth stopped rumbling.
Thick white mist rolled up and down the whole Pushong Cliff, covering Su Twelve and everyone in the sky.
The moment the mist appeared, Su Twelve's figure disappeared.
Immediately, in the thick fog, rays of light flowed, suddenly transforming into thousands of sword energies.
"Bang bang bang..."
The sword energy surged like a long river, and in the blink of an eye, the sword that fell from the sky transformed into a shadow.
Every sword energy contains a fierce momentum that should not be underestimated.
Amidst the continuous collisions, even if the combined force of the swords was so powerful that it could destroy the world, it could not withstand such wear and tear.
Before it even landed, the sword river move was swallowed up by the stream of thousands of swords and disappeared without a trace.
Before the sword flow had finished, it suddenly turned around and headed straight for the one-eyed monk and the others.
"This... what kind of method is this?"
"How is it possible? Our joint attack was actually... broken?"
"Everyone, be careful, these sword styles are difficult to deal with!"
Seeing that the attack was broken, the one-eyed monk and his companions were extremely shocked.
As they spoke, they all mobilized their own defense methods, showing off their strength to block the incoming sword flow.
The one-eyed monk's expression remained unchanged, and all the swords were deflected as soon as they came within ten feet of him.
Seeing the endless stream of swords, his face became solemn.
Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately reminded loudly:
"No...it's the formation! It's a trap! Get out quickly!"
While speaking, he suddenly raised his palms.
One sword after another suddenly broke through the flow of swords and soared into the sky.
The swords intertwined in the air and turned into a whirlwind, sweeping the mist in all directions and powerfully impacting the formation.
"Array? When did he set it up?"
"It's not when it was arranged, but the formation here that was broken before!"
"This formation? This...could it be that he is the owner of this place? Damn it, leave quickly!"
"What is the background of this kid? He is so cunning and cunning. He had a formation early in the morning, but he never activated it. If we hadn't just joined forces to perform a combined attack, how could this little formation trap us?"
"What's the use of talking about this now? Let's break through the formation first and then go out! He now has the formation to rely on, and it's not easy to deal with him in this formation!"
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Seeing the one-eyed monk's actions, everyone looked at each other in shock.
But the movements of his hands were not slow at all.
The true energy surged wildly, and they all urged their ultimate moves.
One attack after another, with powerful force, repeatedly impacted the Yunge Nine Sword Formation.
Nine out of ten monks who can cultivate to the foundation-building stage are old foxes.
Of course they are not stupid. Now that the formation is open, they are fighting against Su Twelve who controls the formation. The number of people is no longer an advantage. This is not a good thing.
In the mist, Su Twelve's eyes flashed with cold eyes.
With so many monks taking action at the same time, although Yunge's Nine Sword Formation was not broken, the astonishing energy consumption incurred in maintaining the formation still made him feel distressed.
His eyes turned cold, and then he made a hand gesture with both hands and decisively changed his formation.
"Hoo ho ho!"
In the formation, pause
Suddenly a strong wind blew up.
The strong wind blew up dust, flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun.
Su Twelve took the opportunity to activate the Tai'a Seven-Star Sword, which turned into seven streams of light and flew into the wind and sand.
The wind and sand are filled, coupled with the influence of thick fog and the power of the formation.
The scene in front of the monks in the formation suddenly changed, and they lost the figures of their companions one after another.
"Huh? What's going on? Fellow Daoist Chen, where are you?!"
"No, this formation can cover our sight."
"Everyone, please be careful of that kid taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack...ah..."
Voices rang out in the air, but there was no sign of his companions. Even the one-eyed monk looked a little worried.
And just when everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, being on guard, and reminding each other.
A scream suddenly sounded.
The next second, there were continuous screams one after another.
Hearing the screams coming from their ears, all the surviving monks felt panic in their hearts at this moment.
I am afraid that the next person to die will be myself.
The one-eyed monk has an ugly face that is even more ferocious, and his gloomy face seems to be dripping with water.
Every scream that sounded in his ears meant that one of his men had died. How could he not be angry?
How...can I bear it?!
Huh! What a cunning and cunning guy.
This person's origins are definitely extraordinary, but aren't all the main forces of the Yunge Sect attracted to Qifeng Mountain in Yunhan?
Where did this guy come from? Could it be that...Ren Yunzong had already reached this point?
No...impossible! If he had predicted this, how could he have allowed me to kill so many of his disciples?
No, we can't waste any more time. The top priority is to save everyone first and break the formation to leave!
After changing his mind, the one-eyed monk decisively increased his true energy.