In the heavy rain, Lin Huang's figure tensed up, his eyes fixed on the thin and cold young man in front of him, and he felt an extremely dangerous feeling in his heart.
"Thousand Spirit Sword Formation? I guess you are from the Tianlei Sect!"
Lin Huang's eyes narrowed, and his right hand was behind his back, clasped secretly on the handle of the knife. This young man's realm should be at the peak of the human realm, and Lin Huang would not be particularly afraid.
But in addition, he is also a first-level formation master!
A first-level evil rain formation and a first-level formation master are enough to compete with the Earth Yuan realm.
"You can call me Han Ming!"
The young man pursed his lips and smiled softly. The umbrella in his hand slowly rotated, exuding a cold atmosphere.
"Han Ming? Mo Yuqiang Han Ming!"
Lin Huang's pupils shrank, and his heart was extremely shocked. This name is quite famous in the Eastern Spirit Realm. He is a young talent with excellent talent. He has not been practicing for long, and he has already reached the ninth level of the Human Yuan.
You can step into the realm of Earth Element at any time.
He is also a genius formation master. He is already a first-level formation master at a young age. He can control twenty-eight formation seals at the same time. He is far away from the second-level formation master.
And his martial spirit, Mo Yuqiang, is a high-grade Xuan-level martial spirit.
"I didn't expect that someone in a small dynasty would know my name." Han Ming smiled leisurely, twirling his hair with his slender fingers, and there was a hint of satisfaction on his feminine face.
"Since you know me, hand over the Thousand Spirit Sword Formation and don't struggle fearlessly. You should know that you are vulnerable to real strength, not to mention that I am still a formation master."
Han Ming smiled, paused and moved forward again, approaching the forest wilderness. A chilling atmosphere also filled the air, and the torrential rain became more intense. It contained a powerful murderous aura, like needles hitting the forest wilderness.
on the body.
Lin Huang retreated, waved his hands, and his body began to turn silvery white.
Great Vajra Technique!
"I'm a little bit underestimating you. You actually practice physical skills. But just relying on this to compete with the evil rain formation is too disrespectful to our formation masters."
Han Ming chuckled and shook the hand holding the black umbrella slightly, and the rain in the sky suddenly became fierce!
"We must break the formation or crush the formation's eyes!"
Feeling the rain falling on his body, and feeling the stinging pain all over his body, Lin Huang looked slightly cold, and his eyes glanced around in all directions, revealing a sharp and cold aura.
With his current strength, it is impossible to break through the first-level formation with brute force. The only way is to find the formation eye, which is the formation spirit, and destroy the formation center.
Only when the formation breaks down and Han Ming's strength is greatly reduced can he hope to fight head-on.
"It should be in the umbrella handle!"
Lin Huang murmured in his heart, looking at the black umbrella that was constantly rotating in Han Ming's hand. The rainwater flying out of the umbrella was like a rotating blade, guarding the latter tightly.
Looking at the young man standing calmly in the alley in the heavy rain, Lin Huang gritted his teeth, his expression gradually turned cold, and his whole body's aura surged, briefly shaking away the rain all over him.
Then a cold blade flashed in the air, and the rain splashed all over his body, like a cheetah in the rain, and headed towards Han Ming...
"Stubborn!"
Han Ming smiled softly, with a cold breath on his thin lips. He waved his palm leisurely, and the rain falling in the air suddenly condensed into dozens of rain guns.
The spear tip was sharp and full of evil aura, like a poisonous snake, staring at the forest wilderness with a cold and chilling look.
"go!"
Han Ming spat out softly, and the ten rain spears in the heavy rain suddenly penetrated the falling rain curtain, piercing the forest wilderness like cold poisonous snakes...
"kill!"
Lin Huang suddenly swung the long knife in his hand, creating a circle of knife flowers in the rain. The cold blade shone and slashed at the rain spear that was attacking.
Bang bang bang!
The light of the sword flashed, creating criss-crossing rays of light in the heavy rain, slashing the rain spear one after another, and Lin Huang also retreated. The strong force of the impact made his tiger's mouth numb.
"What a fast knife".
Han Ming praised elegantly, but there was an unspeakable amusement on his face. As he waved his arms, one rain spear after another condensed. Lin Huang cut off one and he condensed two.
Gradually, more and more rain guns were fired, forming a forest of guns, pointing to the forest wilderness in the distance.
"Can't retreat!"
Lin Huang gritted his teeth, turned the sword in his hand, and accelerated his speed. At the same time, he rushed forward again and began to move his body, avoiding wherever he could.
"I learned well this time!"
Han Ming smiled and looked a little solemn. He had faced enemies many times in the Evil Rain Formation, but this was the first time that someone's sword speed could be so fast, and his body shape was even more weird.
In the sizzling rain, there were fewer and fewer rain guns, and the forest wilderness was getting closer and closer to Han Ming.
"I'm a bit underestimating you. You still have some strength and talent. It's a pity that if you don't hand over the Thousand Spirit Sword Formation, you will inevitably die."
Han Ming smiled, and as he waved his arms, all the rain guns fired in a criss-cross direction, as many as thirty!
Lin Huang's complexion changed, and the silvery glow of his skin rose sharply. The blade came back to protect him, drawing airtight edges in the air that water couldn't splash into!
Bang bang bang!
The powerful impact came at once, instantly crushing the sword light surrounding Lin Huang's defense.
Lin Huang's eyes narrowed, with murderous intent in them. The trajectory of the long knife in his hand suddenly changed in the air, leaving sharp afterimages in the rain.
The shadow of the knife is vertical and horizontal, sharp and domineering, like a butcher's knife, slashing down the whole body like a rain spear.
At this moment, Lin Huang finally used martial arts, three thousand miles!
The heavy rain fell, with no sign of stopping. However, all the guns in the rain had dispersed. Lin Huang held a long knife in his hand and looked at Han Ming with a cold expression. The corners of his mouth were filled with laughter because of the huge shock caused by the thirty rain guns that had just been fired.
A trace of blood spilled out.
"I underestimate you, you actually have such martial arts!"
Han Ming's expression condensed, "Hand over the Thousand Spirit Sword Formation and the martial arts you just used. As long as you hand it over, I will spare your life."
"I'm afraid it's not your turn to decide my life!"
Lin Huang smiled coldly, raised the long knife in his hand again, his steps trembled, rain splashed in the alley where he stomped, and he rushed out at high speed, covered with rain all over the sky, and headed towards Han Ming.
“It’s really a bit of fearless confidence!”
Han Ming chuckled, with a sinister murderous intent on his face. He held his arm in the air, and a rain gun reappeared, and his whole body was pitch black, filled with a strong evil aura.
The tip of the gun was sharp, and the terrifying aura emanating from it was much scarier than the previous rain gun.
Martial spirit, Mo Yuqiang!
Lin Huang suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a dangerous aura shrouded his whole body like a shadow. Before Mo Yu's gun made any move, countless gun flowers were quietly shaking out in the heavy rain.
Han Ming smiled solemnly, held an umbrella in one hand, and held a gun in the other. His dark figure was lighter, with black robes flying around him. He was like a dark mandala blooming in the wind and rain, and he was killing towards the forest wilderness.
"You are just a stupid dog, but you are still pretentious. I have seen too many people like you and killed too many people."
Han Ming sighed leisurely, and the sharp spear point was already approaching the forest wilderness.
Keng!
With a clang, the swords and guns collided suddenly, causing the rainwater in the midst to splash and rustle through all directions.
Lin Huang let out a muffled grunt, and a powerful shockwave spread from the blade of the blade throughout his body, causing him to slide backwards for three feet in the rain.
Han Ming gave Lin Huang no chance to breathe, and pursued him. He fired another shot, and its majestic and cold force suddenly exploded from the tip of the gun, heading towards Lin Huang.
Lin Huang's face condensed, and the power of his martial soul exploded. In an instant, a fierce murderous aura swept out, and the cold knife in Lin Huang's hand became more and more sharp and sharp.
Martial soul magical power, Shura's wrath!
Combat power increased twice!
kill!
Lin Huang roared angrily, swung his sword and slashed at Han Ming.
In the rain curtain, sonorous sounds continued to sound, rainwater splashed in all directions, the figures of the two people intertwined, and their powerful breaths swayed like waves.
Han Ming frowned, Lin Huang just roared, and its power was twice as powerful as before.
What kind of martial spirit is this?
Um?
During the battle, Lin Huang was also filled with surprise. In the mysterious sea, the Shura martial soul flew, absorbing the evil spirit in the rain, and then merged into the vitality of the mysterious sea.
This made Lin Huang feel that the pressure from the evil rain formation suddenly lightened, and then became lighter and lighter...
"What kind of trick are you doing? You can actually absorb the evil spirit in the formation."
Feeling the violent fluctuations coming from the formation, Han Ming frowned and his expression became more solemn. The evil spirit was pressing into the body and had a great impact on the warrior's physique.
Once too much evil energy accumulates in the body, it is likely to affect the mind and fall into the devil's path.
Lin Huang, however, didn't seem to be afraid of this.
In the falling rain, although Lin Huang became more and more courageous as he fought, he was always suppressed by Han Ming. After all, there was a gap between the existence of the formation and his own realm.
Even if Lin Huang had extremely rich combat experience, it would be difficult to make up for this gap.
Even so, Lin Huang's ability to fight with Han Ming for so long has made people look at him with suspicion. On the other hand, Han Ming has long lost the leisurely feeling he had before.
"You are really looking for death!"
Han Ming sighed coldly, with an increasingly cold look in his eyes. The Mo Yu gun in his hand made a whining and trembling sound. A strong breath spread out from the gun tip, causing the rain falling in the sky to stop and swirl.