Duanmu Liang's cultivation is two Xuan higher than himself, and there is already a big gap in Xuansheng. So when Duanmu Liang takes action, Lin Haoming does not hesitate and slashes the sixteen flying swords directly.
Duanmu Liang was also shocked when he saw Lin Haoming suddenly flying out sixteen flying swords. He absolutely did not expect that the other party would have such a way.
However, this only surprised Duanmu Liang. After all, in his opinion, Lin Haoming is just the Xuansheng of Erxuan, and his cultivation level is huge, so he has a way to kill him.
Of course, because Lin Haoming's sixteen flying swords were out at once, Duanmu Liang subconsciously released a set of twelve golden rings. The golden rings circling around were an extremely difficult protective magic weapon. However, after releasing the golden rings, he found that the other party's flying sword did not slash towards him, but hovered around him.
"Sword Formation?" Duanmu Liang immediately realized when he saw this posture.
A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Haoming's mouth and said to Duanmu Liang lightly: "Since you recognize it as a sword formation, then you can try the power of Lin's Yin-Yang Five Elements Eight Trigrams Sword Formation."
"It's just a sword formation!" Duanmu Liang was very disdainful when he heard this. He pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the golden ring suddenly emitted a strong golden flame, and rushed directly towards the flying swords around him.
After seeing this, Lin Haoming also activated the flying swords one after another. Suddenly, the flying swords suddenly became thicker and accompanied by a roar, the surrounding sea water was directly drawn out and poured towards the scattered flames.
"A little sea water can extinguish my gold and fire!" Duanmu Liang couldn't help laughing when he saw Lin Haoming doing this.
But his laughter was not over yet, and the extracted sea water had extinguished the released gold and fire at once.
"This...what's going on?" Duanmu Liang was very surprised when he saw this scene.
Lin Hao laughed clearly that although his Yin-Yang Nine Profound Sword lacked Yang Bing Material and could not make up one, in order to face a strong enemy, Lin Haoming has been thinking about how to defeat the enemy for a long time. Since he could not make up nine sets of flying swords, the same is true for eight sets. When he was still in the heaven, he had been studying the Bagua Formation for a long time. Although he used different magic powers, many principles were the same. Although it was eight sets of flying swords, after connecting them into a magic array, he could rely on his magic power to amplify the power of one of the flying swords. He used the characteristics of the Yin-Shui Sword to restrain the opponent's yang fire, so that the golden fire that was originally not extinguished by ordinary sea water.
Lin Haoming naturally would not answer Duanmuliang in shock. His hands did not stop. As the sea water had just passed, the flying swords were connected by a layer of power grid. They followed countless arcs and shot directly towards Duanmuliang.
Duanmu Liang rarely really fights with people, let alone fight with people. After all, he is an alchemist, and his cultivation is improved by elixirs. If he hadn't thought that Lin Haoming was also an alchemist, and his cultivation was much lower than his, he wouldn't have been able to chase him out. But now when he saw this formation, he suddenly panicked. Faced with so much lightning, he subconsciously took out a silver cloak and put it on his body.
As Lin Haoming's magic power was activated, countless thunderstorms smashed towards Duanmuliang like dense raindrops. However, the Duanmuliang cloak was indeed not simple. Facing the lightning released by Lin Haoming, it actually directly opened a circular shield. As long as the lightning falling on it was bounced away naturally.
Seeing this scene, Duanmu Liang, who was a little scared before, gradually recovered his calmness and sneered: "My surname is Lin, I will let you see what the real method is."
Of course, Lin Haoming would not give the other party a chance to make a move, and sneered: "Then you can take my move first!"
Lin Haoming said the magic trick changed, and the dense thunder nets disappeared suddenly, and turned to the hot flames around him.
"Hmm?" Duanmu Liang was shocked when he saw this change. Obviously, he realized that he had underestimated the magic circle.
Before he could do anything else, Lin Haoming had already activated the sword formation, and countless fire snakes swept towards Duanmu Liang one after another.
Duanmuliang subconsciously gathered the golden ring, and the golden ring suddenly exhaled the golden flame again. In desperation, Duanmuliang actually used the golden fire directly to resist the flames of Lin Haoming's magic array.
However, although he was in desperation, he really blocked it. Countless flames hit Duanmuliang and burned even more violently. However, even so, Duanmuliang was safe and sound under the silver cloak.
Seeing this scene, Lin Haoming had to sigh that there was an ancestor of Xuan Shen. It was indeed not simple. Any Xuan treasure on his body was of the best grade. If it were ordinary people, Duanmu Liang was so inexperienced that he had long been taken down by his own sword formation.
However, Lin Haoming didn't care about this. As soon as the magic trick changed, the flames disappeared suddenly. Then the flying sword surrounding him quickly rotated around him. In an instant, the wind blew, and Duanmu Liang seemed to be wrapped in a wind eye.
Such a change made Duanmu Liang, who was just arrogant, suddenly feel a sense of fear. At this moment, the sharp wind blades condensed one by one slashed at him from all directions.
The golden ring surrounding him was also dancing around him at this moment, resisting the wind blade that was slashing down. For a moment, it blocked the absolute majority of wind blades. Even if there were fish that had escaped the net, the silver cloak could withstand it.
After finding that he was still not under real threat, Duanmu Liang's horrified heart was relieved again, but he did not dare to underestimate Lin Haoming, and even thought of something. He then trembled in his heart and asked subconsciously: "Who is surnamed Lin, are you not the Xuansheng saint of low Xuan at all?"
"Haha, Master Duanmu only now knows that Lin has never shown his true cultivation in front of you. How is he playing in Lin's sword formation? Next, I won't play with you!" Lin Haoming said deliberately in the tone of a cat-showing mouse.
Duanmu Liang, who was originally a little relieved, was shocked when he heard this, and his magic power was a little stagnant. Suddenly, many wind blades leaked in the golden ring and were hit in an instant.
Seeing Duanmu Liang panic, a sharp flashed in Lin Haoming's eyes. The magic trick changed again, and several golden lights shot out from the whirlwind.
"Ah!" Duanmu Liang suddenly screamed, and a golden light pierced his shoulder. He subconsciously covered his shoulders, and fear appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!