The two rounds of arrow rains were useless, and the people surrounded in the formation continued to sleepwalking. When the sword formation was first put out, no one took it seriously. Everyone felt that the sword formation was of no use except for its good looks. Who would have thought that the sword formation was so powerful! Ren Zhigui and others were shocked. Look at this, as long as someone rushed to break the formation, the sword formation could continue to expand its scope and surrounded the people who broke the formation. If they didn't want to be hit, they would not be able to enter the formation no matter what.

Although Songhuayuan is large, the area of ​​the courtyard in the courtyard is limited, and it is impossible to accommodate thousands of people to fight at the same time. Now there are two or three hundred people on both sides confront each other. It feels like the venue is just right, and the venue where the sword formation is set in the middle is like a battle. Hu Biyun sat on the chair and sneered. Even Yin Tonghai and Cheng Chongyue didn't know about her white-clothed sword formation. Only she and her son Yin Man knew about it. At this time, the owl guard warriors trapped in the sword formation were still spinning around in the same place, but it was strange that the white-clothed swordsmen did not take the initiative to attack them.

Yin Song, who was standing beside Hu Biyun, was ecstatic when he saw the sword formation being extremely powerful. It seemed that Yin Jiang and others were about to fall on this small sword formation today. Yin Song said loudly: "Yin Jiang, Yin Hao, aren't you surrendering?"

Yin Jiang had no choice but to look at Hong Benlei who was dozing off at the base of the wall eight or nine feet away. Unexpectedly, Hong Benlei didn't raise his head and continued to sleep soundly. Yin Jiang was about to speak, but he only heard a thunder-like sound coming from his ears, "Boy, this sword formation is very evil. It should be made by some evil ways. You can't use conventional means to do it, otherwise you will definitely lose. If you believe me, you'd better make something like black and blood. As far as I know, there are such talents in the Xiaowei you brought!"

Yin Jiang, who was frightened by the sound, quickly looked around, but saw that everyone's faces were normal, obviously no one heard it. Yin Jiang then realized that it was the old man Hong Benlei who was sending a message to him, and he was the only one in the field to hear it. Yin Jiang hurried to Renzhigui's side and whispered: "Brother Ren, is there anyone who can do magic in the Xiaowei? This sword formation seems to be very evil!"

Renzhigui suddenly realized, patted his head, and laughed, "If the prince doesn't remind him, he will almost miss the big thing!" Renzhigui quickly smiled and turned around, looking at a man wearing Xiaowei's costume and smiled, "Brother Chen, it seems that you must take action today!"

The person called Brother Chen was Chen Chengshu, the senior brother of Xiahou Lingyu. Tang Jiusheng was afraid that Yin Jiang would fall into the plan when he came back to take back the position of prince, so he sent Chen Chengshu to help. With the strength of the Jiangdong Prince's Mansion, Hong Benlei is enough. If any magic trick appears, Chen Chengshu needs to be used. Before leaving, Tang Jiusheng called Chen Chengshu, Renzhigui and Hong Benlei aside and gave many instructions, so Hong Benlei knew that Chen Chengshu was hiding among the Xiaowei.

When everyone was stunned at the sword formation, Chen Chengshu was alone and not panic. In his eyes, this white-clothed sword formation was just a deformation of the ice cold sword formation in the Dugu Temple of Dimo ​​Mountain. It was far from the true transmission of the Ice Cold Sword Formation. This sword formation was enough to trap ordinary people, and in his eyes, it was not worth mentioning at all. The three triangular people in the formation were chanting the spell and controlling the seven Owl Guard warriors who broke into the formation with illusion.

The reason why the white-clothed swordsmen were not in a hurry to kill the seven people who broke into the formation was also a mystery. The three people in the sword formation sucked the internal strength of the people trapped in the formation and acted on the sword formation. At this time, the sword formation was not only the power of twenty white-clothed swordsmen on the outer side, but also the power of the seven people trapped in the formation. The more people trapped in the formation, the greater the power of the sword formation. As long as the three people in the sword formation have higher magic spells, the more people this sword formation can trap. If the three people in the formation have Chen Chengshu's ability, this small sword formation can trap thousands of people.

Chen Chengshu's master Wuxuan Zhenren is proficient in various formations, especially the old demon of the Dead Bone Temple in the Dead Bone Temple in the Dead Bone

The formation is quite researched. For three hundred years, the disciples of the old demon Kujian have been going down the mountain to cause trouble in the world, and they are eventually trapped under the disciples of Wuxuan Zhenren. Therefore, the two sects of Tongtianguan and Kujian Temple have become enemies. However, the old demon Kujian has strange features. Although he practiced the Nine Nethers evil art, he is not an unforgivable person. He also cultivated his mind and eliminated desires, followed the number of days, and did not do anything, so Wuxuan Zhenren rarely went to trouble him.

After watching the movements of the sword formation for a long time, Chen Chengshu was already confident. Chen Chengshu patted Ren Zhigui's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Xiaoshi Ren, you just need to lend me five brothers to break the formation!"

Renzhigui laughed and said, "Don't mention the five, you can't even ask me to break the formation yourself!"

Chen Chengshu smiled and said, "Just bring people to watch the enemy's plundering formation from the outside!" Renzhigui immediately transferred a owl, a tiger soldier and three wolf soldiers to Chen Chengshu. Chen Chengshu asked the five people to form a pentagonal shape, and Chen Chengshu was in the center, holding the peach wood sword, urging the five people to move forward with him, and the steps were as consistent as possible. After all, the five people gathered together temporarily and could not be forced. Chen Chengshu swung the peach wood sword in this unknown five-man formation, and he was chanting. The six people slowly moved forward, without any distinction.

Everyone was funny when they saw it. Even Hu Biyun, who was watching the battle in the Grand Master's chair, couldn't help laughing contempt. She felt that the monk, monk, Taoist, and other people on the opposite side were so funny! Is this here to break the formation, or is it to be responsible for the funny? Hu Biyun's subordinates also pointed at them. These six people must have lost their hearts. The seven mighty warriors of the Owl Guard were trapped in the formation. What problems could these six people solve in this way?

Chen Chengshu didn't care about the ridicule of everyone, and still let the five people follow him. Chen Chengshu said a word, and the small formation formed by the six of them was about to meet the white-clothed sword formation. Just as the moment they were about to fight, the white-clothed sword formation separated again and put the six people in. The six people entered proudly, not afraid. After the six people entered the formation, the white-clothed sword formation closed again. Unexpectedly, after the six people entered the formation, the six people suddenly became bright and lit up.

Fire thunders suddenly fell from the sky in the air, rolling over the white-clothed swordsmen. There were red clouds covering the courtyard of Songhuayuan, and the thunder sounded loudly. The red clouds kept hovering above their heads, making people feel as if the sky was about to collapse. Everyone was shocked. Hu Biyun, who was sitting under the eaves of the corridor, stood up in shock. Hu Biyun widened his terrified eyes, fearing that the fire thunder would hit her head. Hu Biyun couldn't help but chant Buddha and beg for blessings. Yin Song and others stood beside her, and their faces were as clear as earth.

Fortunately, the fire thunders only exploded above the white-clothed swordsmen, and the white-clothed swordsmen in the formation were also furious. No one had seen this scene before, and they didn't know who the thunder was going to strike. The six people in the formation had a huge fire, like burning torches, but no one was afraid of the six people. The fire thunder was just a phantom, and there was no feeling of burning heat on their bodies. The seven people trapped in the formation woke up slowly in the sound of fire thunder, and the ice and snow in front of them disappeared without a trace. When they turned around, they only saw the fire on the six people, and they were shocked.

When they slowed down, they looked closely and found that it was their own people. They felt relieved. The white-clothed swordsmen were surprised to find that since the six people entered the formation, the cold air of the original swords formation disappeared immediately. Instead, they felt like a blazing fire was coming, and the white-clothed swordsmen were in chaos. The twelve Owl Guards shouted, and under the leadership of Chen Chengshu, they fought from the inside out.

The white-clothed swordsmen collapsed in an instant and fled in all directions. More than ten people ran slower, all died under the sword of the Owl Guard Warrior. The other survivors were also frightened. Hu Biyun's blood pressure rose while watching, and almost fainted. The foreign aid who had finally spent a lot of money to invite collapsed. Hu Biyun couldn't help but shouted loudly: "Waste! Waste!" Hu Biyun's voice was shrill, obviously

I was already extremely angry inside.

Yin Jiang laughed and said, "Hu Biyun, you have lost the battle formation, why don't you surrender soon?"

The pseudo-pinion Yin Man, who was standing under the east wing, was also shocked and angry. He introduced the sword formation to his devil before and praised him for the power of the sword formation. Yin Man also asked someone to break the formation and tried it. As a result, hundreds of people were trapped in the formation. Yin Man was also very surprised at that time, thinking that trapping Yin Jiang in the future would be no problem. But how could he and his son have thought that the Wei Prince's Mansion would also be involved? If Yin Jiang brought people to him, he would definitely not be able to escape. It can be seen that human calculations are not as good as God's Consort.

Seeing that his side won, Yin Hao was immediately energetic and drew his sword and shouted. Yin Jiang's elite soldiers also shouted loudly to celebrate the victory. Chen Chengshu brought the warriors of the Xiaowei Guards to the team with their graceful and unrestrained. Yin Jiang thanked him very much, but Chen Chengshu didn't care. Hu Biyun's face on the opposite side had all turned into a pig's liver color, and her charming face was also distorted. She was determined to win, but she didn't expect that she would lose so badly in a while. Losing this time would have a huge blow to her morale, and the people under her were like a deflated ball.

Hu Biyun lost for a while and was furious. He turned around and looked at Cheng Chongyue behind him and said coldly: "Cheng Gongfeng, you are going to take action now! Do you have the confidence to win?"

Cheng Chongyue narrowed his eyes and looked at Yin Jiang. He was not afraid of Yin Jiang, but he was afraid of the old man who knocked down the dagger in Yin Tonghai's hand outside in Yin Hao's study, the old man who was squatting in the corner of the wall and dozing off. Cheng Chongyue knew that he was a master, a master who was hidden deep. He judged that the old man's martial arts was not inferior to him, but he didn't know what kind of realm the old man was.

But now that things have come to this point, I can only make the fat man with a swollen face. Otherwise, the people of Hu Biyun's sect will not be able to hold on to this breath and will scatter the money, which will ruin the prince's plan. Cheng Chongyue had to bite the bullet and say, "Then let the master go and see how tall the master is on the other side!"

Cheng Chongyue suddenly had his feet slightly, and the man had already swung and flew out. He jumped into the field in an instant, and his feet fell to the ground, and the dust was no longer available. Everyone couldn't help cheering. The fake prince Yin Man immediately directed his subordinates to enter the field, dragged the bodies of the white-clothed swordsmen aside, and made aside the battle for Cheng Gong.

Cheng Chongyue, who was worried, reluctantly smiled, raised his hand, and pointed at Hong Benlei, who was sleeping under the wall, and said, "That old friend, I am Cheng Chongyue, the escort of the Jiangdong Palace, please!"

Hong Benlei, who was dozing off, suddenly rose into the air and flew over in an incredible posture. With a bang, he stood three feet away in front of Cheng Chongyue. As if he had fallen, it made dust everywhere on the ground. One head was inserted into the soil for more than half a foot, and only his chin was exposed, as if he had accidentally smashed himself into the ground. It formed a sharp contrast with Cheng Chongyue's elegant image. The fake prince Yin Man and his subordinates burst into laughter together when they saw this.

Even Hu Biyun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the old man was just looking at Xuanxu and had no real ability. Yin Jiang and others knew Hong Benlei's ability well, so no one laughed. Cheng Chongyue's expression became more serious, and he only stared at Hong Benlei who was stuck in the soil and did not move forward. Cheng Chongyue just felt an extremely sharp aura flying towards the old man. At that moment, Cheng Chongyue felt that the qi outside his body was compressed back into his body, which was an absolute martial arts suppression.

Cheng Chongyue secretly complained in his heart. This old man was not as bad as it seemed on the surface. This old guy was hiding it and deliberately teasing himself. What could the laymen behind him see? Hong Benlei leaned on the ground with both hands and slowly pulled his head out of the soil. He turned over and stood up straight, took off the pipe from his belt, and laughed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm old and useless. I accidentally smashed myself into the soil, which made everyone laugh!"
Chapter completed!