The Putou Ghost King sneered immediately.
"How is the sword immortal doing? Just a sword formation, but it's not a sword immortal who comes here with him. I'm still afraid of him?"
As far as the Putou Ghost King looked, he saw that the sword formation was full of sword cultivators in the small and medium schools, as well as young disciples from the three major sword sects.
Even the elders of the three major sword sects did not take them into his eyes, let alone these little people?
So he had a malicious intention in his heart, trying to destroy the sword formation and suck out all the essence and blood of the sword cultivators.
The Ghost King has a great appetite. Once he meets a living person, he will surely suck out thousands of living creatures' blood.
What's more, the sword cultivators in the sword formation are practitioners, and their blood and energy are full of spirituality.
"Ha ha!"
In the eyes of the Putou Ghost King, the "Yunshan Wumiao" sword formation is like a delicious walnut. Just knock on the crispy shell and you can eat fragrant walnut kernels.
At this time, the rainbow light transformed by the power of the five elements formed a circle to cover the Yin wind he transformed into.
Strangely, the Yin wind transformed by the Putou Ghost King is everywhere and extremely sinister, but it is covered by a ring and suddenly loses the power of change.
"sharp!"
The slap, the cold wind dissipated, and the Putou Ghost King staggered to the ground, his body was tightened by a colorful ring, and he could not move.
"Haha, Putou Ghost King, your gutter has capsized!"
Seeing this, a ghost king who was watching the show pointed at him and laughed.
There was a laugh with jokes and jokes, but there was no gloating.
Because many ghost kings know that such attacks did not pose a threat to the Putou Ghost King.
Sure enough, the Putou Ghost King's chest suddenly glowed, as if a ball of scorching sun was lit.
This innate ghost fire was formed by the Putou Ghost King in the underworld for many years of hard practice.
As soon as the ghost fire came out, the rings squeaked and the originally smooth and fine surface appeared crisscrossing cracks.
"open!"
The Putou Ghost King vibrated his arms, and the ring shattered in an instant, and he escaped in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, he looked at the sword formation, first staring at the prey that fell into the trap.
"You only have the skills to stop this, and you will be the dry bones in the tomb!"
After saying that, the Putou Ghost King turned around and turned into a funnel-like black whirlwind, which turned into half an acre in the blink of an eye and fell into the sky above the sword formation.
In the black whirlwind, the howling of ghosts and wolves was higher than that, enough to penetrate the eardrums, making people feel broken.
Not to mention, the vicious and sharp carriage carried in the wind is like a steel knife that is constantly looking for opportunities to penetrate into the flesh and blood body and suck the essence of flesh and blood.
"Each person keeps his own heart and don't be confused by his mind!"
In the sword formation, the sword cultivators pinched the sword seals and placed them on their chests to comfort their minds.
At the same time, another hand was free, pulling the flying sword back and forth, cutting off the whirlwind approaching her.
From the whirlwind, there was a jingling sound of collision. The black whirlwind sprayed from the Putou Ghost King condensed like a real thing, and its sharpness was no less than a flying sword.
From a distance, the black whirlwind became more and more condensed, as if it had gathered into a huge black silkworm cocoon, wrapping the entire sword formation.
In the sword formation, the black lines in everyone's sight became denser and more difficult to breathe.
The whirlwind transformed from the body of the Ghost King almost filled the sword formation, and even the air was repelled.
"Huhh!"
Sword lights, like the light lit by the night, were not far away, but countless sword lights lit up immediately.
Brush, the black whirlwind gathers and disperses, sealing the sword cultivators and the flying swords inside.
What a Putou Ghost King, who, with his own strength alone, trapped more than 1,500 sword cultivators in the sword formation in an applause.
"It's almost done!"
The ghost kings watching, withdrew their gazes, there was nothing good to see, the overall situation was decided.
In their opinion, as long as the Putou Ghost King exerts a little force, he can break through the sword formation and enjoy the delicious flesh and blood.
"Let him grab the gourmet!"
A ghost king licked his lips and made unwilling complaints.
"Millions of people in Shu are not enough for you to eat?"
"That's right!"
The ghost kings laughed and began to think about dividing the population and territory of Shu.
Suddenly, a change occurred.
The originally shaking sword formation suddenly rose seven balls of light, even in the dark whirlwind, it was extremely dazzling.
At the highest peak, Fang Dou held up his hands and tried his best to lift the "Seven Star Earth Demon".
The light balls surround each other, chasing each other, and eventually turning into a 'spoon'-shaped Big Dipper.
The next moment, the light spoon flew out, raised it high, and knocked down hard at the whirlwind below that included the sword formation.
Dong!
The illusory whirlwind was hit by a light spoon and instantly became extremely hard.
The moment the two contacted each other, the seven-star earthly evil light shone brightly and was all injected into the whirlwind.
"Aowoo!"
The Putou Ghost King was penetrated by the Earth Demon, like a billion red-burned steel needles, poured into his internal organs.
Even though he was a ghost, he couldn't bear this pain.
After gritting his teeth and persevering for a long time, the Putou Ghost King could no longer bear it, and the whirlwind suddenly stopped.
A black shadow rolled on the ground and then returned to the original body of the Putou Ghost King.
"Huhh!"
Before he could stand firm, the light spoon fell down again, hitting the top of the Putou Ghost King's head.
The power of the seven-star earthly evil suddenly poured into the body of the Putou Ghost King, making his body feel like it was burned.
It's so painful that even the true form has signs of collapse.
"not good!"
In the sword formation, most of Fang Dou's body was hollowed out, and his eyes were scanning the surroundings. He saw that the sword cultivators had already fallen.
The sword cultivators of small and medium-sized sects have shallow foundations or lack of methods, and are the first to be unable to bear it.
However, the disciples of the three major sword sects have top breathing techniques and are long-lasting in strength. They can still support the operation of the sword formation at this moment.
It is easy to say to compete with the Ghost King, but in fact it is a desperate struggle to die.
In order to maintain the Seven Star Earth Demon, Fang Dou did not hesitate to overdraw the power of the "Yunshan Wuchao" sword formation so that he could achieve the current effect.
"Everyone, we must continue to work hard and we cannot let him recover!"
As soon as Fang Dou finished speaking, Jun Tianfeng spoke, "No need to say much, keep taking action!"
"It is unavoidable to kill the Ghost King!" Emperor Jian said coldly.
The sword cultivators of the three major sword sects were seriously overdrawn, but none of them retreated.
Even the young fisherman with the most scheming is silent, indicating that he will advance and retreat with everyone around him.
Fang Dou finally didn’t understand, what was the pride of the sword cultivators?
Under his leadership, the "Yunshan Wuchao" sword formation resisted the Putou Ghost King's successive attacks, and even could counterattack and seriously injured the Ghost King.
If this matter is spread, the world will be shocked.
Even in Jun Tianfeng's view, today's battle is enough to be included in one of the most proud achievements in his life, even exceeding the previous events of killing the ghost general.
Without Fang Dou's urging, everyone must take action and pursue the victory. Seeing that a miracle can happen, the Putou Ghost King will be killed.
At this time, the Putou Ghost King used the ghost fire in his body to drive away most of the seven-star earth evil spirits, but did not immediately attack the sword formation.
He turned around and looked at the sky, "Someone is coming down, can you play with me?"
The sword cultivators in the sword formation were shocked after hearing this sentence.
Chapter completed!