On the cliff, a burly man named Red Lion flashed with deep dissatisfaction in his eyes. It was obvious that the tone of the guy wearing a bamboo hat made him feel very uncomfortable. After practicing in the core area for three hundred years, Red Lion grew from a childish child.
A child of the age of 18 grew up to be the overlord of a party, possessing the cultivation level to enter the realm of heaven. What he relied on was not a profound and powerful background. On the contrary, Red Lion has been at the bottom of the world since he was born. He has worshiped many masters
, but without exception, those masters who taught him their unique skills eventually became his defeaters.
talent!
The Red Lion's talent is second to none even in a core area filled with talented people.
Such a person possesses not only outstanding talents and terrifying talents, but also a vicious gaze.
Hong Shi felt that using Hu Wei's skills to deal with the red clothes in front of him should never be like this. Even though the opponent had more than 2,000 people, the difference in numbers was often not taken into account in victory or defeat. Hu Wei's skills
Yes, he can definitely destroy those weaklings who have not even touched the realm of heaven with one person. This is his vision, and he will definitely not be wrong.
But now, the guy wearing a bamboo hat actually refutes his opinion. Is this a slap in his face?
If it had been another person, with Red Lion's fiery temper, he would have punched the guy in the hat after he said these words.
However, he knew that he still had that ability.
Following the young master of Shenglong Mountain, he and Hu Wei are just a small entourage, but this guy who wears a bamboo hat all year round is the most valued person by the leader of Shenglong Mountain.
This is a terrifying master whose cultivation is close to the Great Perfection, and it is not his turn to be scornful.
"What? Don't you believe it?"
Seeing that the red lion was dissatisfied, the guy wearing a bamboo hat snorted coldly. The jade-faced young man beside him did not stop the fierce debate between the two people from beginning to end, and still looked at the sky with calm and calm eyes.
The surging red cloud sword tide.
"Oh, today I want to open your eyes." Seeing that the red lion remained silent, the guy wearing a bamboo hat slowly raised a finger, and from a distance of three hundred feet, he pointed at the position of his fingertips.
It's exactly the right formation.
"The formation they used is an undisclosed secret of the Shenhuo Clan about ten thousand years ago. This race was wiped out by their enemies before they experienced the great turmoil of the Dragon King's hegemony thousands of years ago. However, their inheritance is still passed down.
In a corner of the core area, the strong men of the Shenhuo Tribe took the sword as their honor and fire as their belief, and created many powerful sword formations. This sword formation is ever-changing and powerful, and can be formed by three or five people.
It can also form a joint attack among thousands of troops. Thousands of years ago, it could definitely be regarded as one of the top 100 sword formations in the core area."
"Look at Hu Wei, his cultivation level is indeed higher than the opponent's, but unfortunately, even if he reaches the middle stage of Miaodu, if he meets a sword cultivator who truly understands this formation, he will still be defeated.
, because the most terrifying thing is that when you encounter the strong, you become stronger, and the strongest is even stronger."
The man in the bamboo hat kept saying things that were not surprising. Originally, Red Lion felt that this man's identity and status were far above his own, so he didn't want to argue more, but his words and words did not leave any face to Red Lion.
This is still in front of the master. Doesn’t this indirectly mean that I sit in a well and look at the sky?
The red lion was furious and retorted: "Mr. Long, you are too alarmist. You said that even the masters in the middle stage of Miaodu can't defeat these red clothes? Why don't I believe it?"
Mr. Long!
Yes, this is the name of the man in the hat.
"Wrong? I'm talking about the sword formation, not the red ones. In fact, the comprehension of these red-clothed pairs is only about 20%. If we mention it to another level, Hu Wei will never be their opponent. If the Shenhuo tribe used it thousands of years ago,
With this set of sword formations, just a dozen Nirvana masters can stand alone and defeat the masters in the middle and even later stages of Miaodu."
Mr. Long's tone was very calm, but it was like dropping a thunderbolt in Red Lion's heart. He subconsciously looked at the red cloud sword wave in the sky, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"Haha, after saying so much, you may still not believe it, but the facts are the facts. Don't think I am alarmist," Mr. Long said again.
Red Lion opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak. At this time, the jade-faced young man smiled slightly: "Red Lion, learn from it. You have to know that for the various inheritances of the grand world, no one can inherit the eternal inheritance of the Dragon Clan.
It’s more accurate.”
At this time, Mr. Jade Face's words seemed to be a clear confirmation of Mr. Long's words, and these words very coincidentally revealed Mr. Long's origin.
Thinking of the mysterious face hidden under the bamboo hat, Red Lion couldn't help but shudder. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't.
After all, this person's strength is very high, and once he attacks, there are few enemies even in the Holy Dragon Mountain.
The jade-faced young master ignored the embarrassed Red Lion and looked at Mr. Long with a smile: "Mr. Long, in your opinion, if Red Lion and Hu Wei join forces, can this be broken?"
Mr. Long said without hesitation: "Yes, after all, the strength of these red-clothed people is uneven, incomparable with the Shenhuo tribe back then, and they have realized very few true meanings. If Red Lion and Hu Wei join forces, within an hour
, this formation must be broken."
"Counting those in Nirvana who didn't take action?" The jade-faced young master smiled slightly. Although he was taking the problem at hand very seriously, it had to be said that his indifferent smile was filled with a strong sense of contempt.
"good."
"Haha, it's interesting. Such interesting things rarely happen in Qixia Realm. Red Lion, just go and have some fun with Hu Wei."
Red Lion clenched his fists tightly and said bitterly: "It doesn't take an hour, half an hour is enough."
After saying that, the red lion roared, turned into a streak of fire, and killed.
The former had just left, and the jade-faced young master laughed leisurely, shook his head and said: "Red Lion is good at everything, but he is too unwilling to admit defeat. Mr. Long, if it were you, how long would it take?"
"Thirty breaths." The voice under the bamboo hat came out with a confidence that one would never dare to despise. The jade-faced young master nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, Hu Huo just shouted, it seems that there is a beauty inside, these people should
They are the entourage of that beauty. If Red Lion and Hu Wei cannot break the sword formation, Mr. Long, you can take action when the time comes. It would be too disgraceful for the beauty to have to fight with swords while the beauty is here."
"Okay." Mr. Long replied without hesitation.
The sight returned to the top of Cangming Mountain. The red-robed swordsman and Hu Wei were already fighting fiercely. In this short time of burning incense, both sides attacked and defended for hundreds of rounds. Hu Wei danced a full-moon scimitar.
To the extreme, even in the end, the Nether clan’s magical power, the Great Wandering Soul Technique, was used.
Yes, it was the Great Wandering Soul Technique, one of the three top magical powers of the Nether Clan, the last secret technique that Feng Jueyu had never seen before.
Hu Wei took refuge in Shenglong Mountain in his early years, and the sect leader took the fancy of him. He took out the fragment of the Great Wandering Soul Art from the treasure pavilion and gave it to Hu Wei to practice. For a hundred years, Hu Wei learned this top secret skill abruptly.
It has two powers.
At this time, his sword technique was like an afterimage piercing the sky. The power of the sword was filled with the source of extreme yin. The soul beads on the handle collected all the remaining souls and sacrificed them into the blade. With a single strike of the sword, wandering souls were flying all over the sky.
The power is quite impressive.
However, even though Hu Wei showed off his special skills, this skill that has been passed down for thousands of years is still like an indestructible flame barrier. No matter what, it cannot break through the layers of obstacles. At this time, Hu Wei is sweating like rain. If it is said,
Don't be alarmed, that's impossible.
Although his opponent has changed from a fifteen-person combination of two Nirvana realm and thirteen Shattering Void realm to a twenty-one-person combination of six Nirvana realm and fifteen Shattering Void realm, he has made an extremely difficult task in his hands.
A big breakthrough, the power has been doubled, but Hu Wei knows that he is a master of the Heavenly Dao realm after all. Facing these so-called "ants and trash", he can't fight for a long time. This is really a slap in the face.
Especially since the young master is still watching from behind, if he can't defeat these weaklings, wouldn't it make the young master feel incompetent?
However, Hu Wei thought hard and couldn't think of a way to break the formation. The reason was that it was too powerful and the opponent's defense was very tight, with almost no loopholes.
Which force do these people belong to?
Who could train such a terrifying team?
Hu Wei's mind was in a mess.
However, just when he was at his wits' end, a burst of fire suddenly struck not far away.
"Hu Wei, you idiot, the young master is going to be unhappy. He sent me to help you. Let's work together to break this formation."
"Red Lion?"
He was afraid of everything. When he heard the loud voice, Hu Wei couldn't help but his heart beat violently. His old face turned red to the root of his neck: "Red Lion, I don't need you, I can do it myself."
"Can it be done? Can it be done? After fighting for so long and still not killing these weaklings, I think you are just being stubborn."
As Red Lion spoke, a big hand suddenly lowered in the air, and the mysterious method filled with red flames suddenly became a huge variable in the center of the battlefield.
The twenty-one red-clothed swordsmen suddenly felt a huge murderous aura breaking into the formation, and they suddenly turned into loose sand. Two masters of the Nirvana realm flew away with their swords, and combined their sword movements to try to stop the red lion.
, but in the face of that terrifying palm force, they were still weaker. With one blow, the two of them vomited blood and flew out.
"Hu Wei, stop talking nonsense. If we can't break this formation in half an hour, where will you and I put our faces? If we lose face in front of the young master, let's go back and wait to be punished by the sect master."
As soon as Hong Shi finished speaking, Hu Wei shivered suddenly.
Just as Red Lion said, in Shenglong Mountain, those young masters are great people. They always have their eyes set on the top. Even if they select followers, they must go through layers of screening.
It was the master's will that he and Hong Shi follow the young master. This was a kind of trust. If there was a problem with this trust, their future lives would not be so comfortable.
Thinking of this, Hu Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's see how long these bastards can hold out and kill them."