After another brief silence, a spiritual consciousness sent out a wave of mental fluctuations:
"I don't believe what this kid can do to us. He doesn't even have the sword energy to condense. I can kill such a person a hundred times with just one breath!"
"Then blow him to death in one breath and see."
"This kid is indeed nothing to be afraid of, but there must be something special about him. I can feel it, it's in that sword pouch."
"Can we think of a way to seize his sword pouch so that he has no time to take out the contents of the sword pouch?"
"This is a good idea, we can plan it."
"..."
Mo Wen didn't know the content of those conversations in the void, nor did he know that those people were planning for the final move. He used all his strength to activate the three-turn Shuiyun Sword Formation to kill the restrictions outside the hall. This was his only way to survive now!
"No, it's too slow!" Mo Wen didn't know when those undead spirits would take action. There was a sword hanging over his head that could fall at any time. This feeling was definitely unpleasant.
"Shuiyun turns three times! Get up!"
Mo Wen activated the third change of the sword formation. The water spirit energy was billowing, and the three spiritual stones that were originally dim became even dimmer in an instant. A crack appeared deep above one of them, but in the sword formation,
The dense "rainwater" immediately became denser, and finally connected into one, forming a suspended river, like the Milky Way hanging upside down and rolling towards the prohibition outside the hall.
The restriction in the hall, which had already reached its limit, was immediately rushed out of a gap as big as the mouth of a bowl. Mo Wen looked happy and quickly mobilized the spiritual power of the sword formation to attack the gap with all his strength. As the spiritual power of the sword formation poured in, the gap was quickly filled.
big!
But at this moment, the warning signs in Mo Wen's heart suddenly rose!
During the sword sense induction, a faint shadow suddenly broke into the three-turn water cloud sword formation. The mighty river of spiritual water was unable to withstand it at all, and rushed towards Mo Wen at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!
Bah!
Lan was the first to react. The Geomagnetic Chongyuan Sword Diagram behind him released streaks of magnetic light that filled the area within ten feet around Mo Wen. The rapidly approaching figure broke into the magnetic light range and immediately stagnated, and its speed dropped by at least
Five percent!
In the gravitational space, all matter will be affected, and spiritual entities such as the undead are no exception.
Mo Wen had enough time to react, and the life force that was already ready to go condensed into a silver sword light, which rushed out of the body along the meridians and slashed at the faint shadow in an instant.
"ah!"
The undead spirit let out a shrill mental roar, and Mo Wen was in a trance as a result of the violent mental fluctuations. The original dim and void form immediately appeared, and the silver life force wreaked havoc in his spiritual body, and the one who was hit was
A big hole melted out of my chest!
"Ah! How dare you hurt me?"
When had that undead suffered such trauma? Since it reached the third level a thousand years ago, except for those three of its kind, it has become unscrupulous among the Jedi. Unexpectedly, today it will taste the long-lost feeling of injury again!
Although Mo Wen's life force was the nemesis of Yin Ling, it was not at a sufficient level after all. The life force sword light could only cause some minor trouble to the opponent, but was not enough to cause any fundamental damage.
The undead roared wildly, and the ashes of death steamed from its body, wiping out the silver life force on its body. Then, with a sway, dozens of figures formed and rushed toward Mo Wen from all directions.
The geomagnetic Zhongyuan Sword Tu spiritual power surged, releasing more magnetic light with all its strength, almost condensing the area around Mo Wen into substance. Although the undead spirit divided into many clones, its speed was reduced by 30% again, and it was impossible to get close to Mo Wen in a short time.
Ask the body.
"Lan! You bitch! When I catch you, I will play with you for seven days and seven nights and then eat you bit by bit!"
The undead roared incessantly, but within the confinement space of magnetic light around Mo Wen, he could only move towards Mo Wen slowly as a turtle crawling.
"Yuxuan, you are really useless, even a small formation spirit can't deal with it."
A burst of spiritual fluctuations came across, and three faint gray shadows appeared in the spiritual river of the three-turn water cloud sword formation. The turbulent spiritual water passed through his body without any effect.
"Lan, you and I are of the same kind. As long as you hand over this boy, we can let you go without embarrassment." A dead spirit faintly transmitted a mental wave.
"Leave?" Lan sneered, "Where can I go in this Xingyan Divine Forbidden City? This boy is my only hope to leave. If I leave it to you, it will cut off all my options for survival. Until then, I won't let you.
Playing around?”
"You woman, don't be ungrateful! Don't think that we can't do anything to you based on this broken sword diagram!"
"No need to talk nonsense, if this woman keeps stalling for time, let's take action!"
The three undead stopped talking nonsense and immediately took action at the same time.
The undead are transformed by the spirit sword master's resentment after his death. They feed on death energy and evil spirits to condense the undead power. This undead power is also equivalent to the spirit sword master's sword energy. These three undead spirits have undergone three transformations.
A third-level existence is equivalent to the realm of the Spirit Sword Master's Sword Origin. A casual move can be earth-shattering.
I saw the death energy and evil energy between the heaven and the earth rolling towards the three spirits, forming a vast sea of spiritual power like a vast ocean. The spiritual river formed by the three-turn water cloud sword formation was unexpectedly washed away into three empty areas. They couldn't help but
He remembered the sword techniques or sword styles he had used in life, but his attack methods naturally moved closer to the "sword", so the three undead souls each used their undead power to condense three dark gray sword lights.
As soon as the three sword lights were completed, a huge coercion shook out. Mo Wen felt like a small boat in the storm, and he might be doomed at any time.
Although Lan is an formation spirit of the third-level low-grade sword formation, nearly one-third of the sword is missing, and the power he can exert is greatly reduced. In his heyday, he could only be comparable to an undead, and now he can only be suppressed.
If you only live with one, there is nothing you can do about the three above.
"Fight!"
Mo Wen gritted his teeth and unleashed the full power of the three-turn water cloud sword array. The spiritual water river above the sword array immediately boiled, and a sword light condensed by the spiritual water formed in the spiritual river, and then flew out from the river.
, gathered into a spiritual water sword river and swirled around the three sword spirits.
"A little trick!" A dead spirit snorted coldly, holding the sword light condensed by the power of the dead spirit in his hand and slashing at the rotating spiritual water sword river.
boom!
There was a huge earthquake in the space, and the two sword-level forces clashed. The huge spiritual power tide formed surged around the square, sweeping away all the bones and spiritual sword remnants in its path, and finally hit the surrounding area of the square.
The restricted layer gradually disappeared.
Mo Wen spit out a mouthful of blood and was instantly shocked to the inside. If not for his special physique, he might have been directly shocked to death. On the water cloud array, more cracks appeared in the three spirit stones, and they were on the verge of death.
On the verge of collapse. And the hole that was worn out in the restriction outside the hall finally expanded more than ten times in an instant due to the force of the impact, forming a huge gap of two meters in diameter.
It finally opened! Mo Wen was overjoyed and was about to pack up the array and rush in, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook. The restricted layer around the square began to shake violently, and ripples visible to the naked eye appeared in the void, carrying terror.
The destructive power swept towards the square!
"No, it triggered the main formation ban!"
The four undead souls changed color at the same time. Although they were able to exempt most of the restrictions on the main peak, a considerable part of the restrictions were aimed at the souls. Normally, they would intentionally avoid them, but at this moment, the Yanxing Divine Forbidden City was fully touched, and the terrifying power
It can definitely obliterate any existence of level 3 and below! Whether it is a spirit sword master or a spirit body!
"Let's go!"
Lan instantly absorbed all the magnetic light to avoid becoming the main obliteration target of the forbidden formation.
"Want to leave?"
Youxuan lost the shackles of the magnetic light and immediately gained freedom. He transformed into a huge ghost hand and grabbed Mo Wen.
Mo Wen flashed the sword pouch on his waist and waved his arm, instantly scattering hundreds of sword talismans. The densely packed first-order sword talismans had any attribute, turning into a light rain covering Youxuan.
"Break it on me!"
Youxuan was like shooing away flies, his arms turned from virtual to solid, and he caught all the light rain in his hand, and then crushed them all. Hundreds of swords and talismans could not stop him for a moment! Then the ghost claws grabbed Mo Wen head-on without any hindrance.
Down.
Mo Wen was also anxious. The golden sword spirit in the sea of consciousness sank into the life spring, and with all the life force, it shot towards the ghost claw above his head!
boom!
The huge ghost claw was blasted out of a big hole, and the attack slowed down. But Mo Wen was bleeding from all his orifices, his ears seemed to be ringing with countless thunders, his whole brain was buzzing, and the golden sword Yuanling rewinded and fell back into the sea of consciousness.
In the middle, there was a huge wave.
Lan let out a sigh in the sword diagram, and released a magnetic light that wrapped Mo Wen around him and rushed towards the gap.
"Where to go!"
Youxuan shouted loudly, and the ghost hand came first and covered Mo Wen's head, and slapped it down hard!
"Idiot! What's the use of beating him to death?" The other three spirits above shouted loudly.
Youxuan was startled, and the slap slowed down. Half of Mo Wen's body could barely escape from the ghost's hand, but he was still hit hard on the back, and his body was driven into the forbidden gap in the hall like a cannonball.
.And the entire main peak's restraining power also descended at this moment, instantly involving the four undead, and the terrifying restraining power flooded the entire square.
When the entire square returned to calm, four faint gray energies gathered from the void, and finally re-condensed into four faint figures.
"Yuxuan! You are such a waste! You let them escape at such a close distance!"
"Weeping Soul! Don't make sarcastic remarks there! Where were you when I took action? We agreed to take action together, but in the end, I was still allowed to take the lead!" Youxuan said angrily.
"Okay, it was our mistake to let him escape this time. We will stay here and guard here. There is no way they will not come out for the rest of their lives." Ru Tian snorted.
"What a false alarm. I thought there was a strong ghost lurking in this boy. It seems that our senses were wrong. You Xuan, have you caught that boy's sword pouch?"
There was a flash of gray light on Youxuan's body, and a sword pouch appeared in the air, suspended in front of the four spirits.
As soon as the sword pouch appeared, Si Ling felt his heart skip a beat and stared at the sword pouch!
"This kind of breath..." Qihun's voice was a little dry, and he himself didn't believe the judgment just now.dd