Chapter 301 The Immortal Trap Sword, brothers, please draw your sword!
"Boom!"
At the moment when the old smoker's body grew taller and his breath fluctuations intensified, the two smoke pillars sprayed out from his nostrils suddenly turned into two huge white arms, which were suddenly slapped to both sides.
"boom!--"
Amidst the loud earthquake, the sword energy trapped in the Immortal Sword Formation was once again disrupted. Huang Jinpeng and others who were in control of the sword formation were even more shaken and were forced to retreat several feet.
Finally, he firmly held the flying sword stuck on the ground, and then the force disappeared.
However, the few sword cultivators with lower cultivation levels were already shocked by the force of this blow, causing them to vomit blood, and their true energy and vitality were severely damaged.
For a moment, the originally very stable Immortal Trapping Sword Formation began to scatter sword energy, like a house that had been battered by a storm.
"Keep...keep, don't relax, this is...this is the old smoker's flashback!" .??.
Although Huang Jinpeng also lost a lot of qi, blood and true energy, after discovering that the formation was beginning to become unstable, he immediately yelled at the other sword cultivators while forcibly activating his true energy and blood to stabilize the sword formation.
"Zheng!..."
Following Huang Jinpeng's roar, the other ten sword cultivators worked together and finally stabilized the sword formation again.
"call……"
Xia Qi, who was standing in the sky above the sword formation, let out a long sigh after seeing this.
The old smoker's blow just now seemed casual, but in fact, its palm force and strength were equivalent to a full blow from a martial god-level monk. Not to mention Huang Jinpeng and others, even the inner disciples of the Eight Views Dao Palace were very reluctant to deal with it.
"Brother Huang, if you hold on for a moment longer, this old smoker's ghost power will soon be exhausted!"
Xia Qi loudly warned Huang Jinpeng, and at the same time stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then tried his best to mobilize the true energy and blood in the body again: "Several junior brothers and sisters, help me pull out the Immortal Trap Sword and completely destroy this ghost!"
"Got the order!"
Several disciples from the Bajing Taoist Palace responded in unison.
"Zheng!..."
Immediately, the Immortal Fallen Sword, which had already restrained its sword energy, suddenly became brighter, and the sword energy swirling around it made a sound of sword sounds.
Seeing this, Xia Qi reached out his hand to the Immortal Sinking Sword without hesitation, and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword with his palm.
Although this Immortal Sinking Sword was transformed by the spiritual power of the Immortal Sinking Sword Formation and is not a real magic weapon, it still has some charm in it and its power is extraordinary.
After being held in Xia Qi's hand, he immediately exuded a terrifying power that seemed to make the mountains collapse, suddenly covering an area of several thousand feet in radius.
Even though Xu Taiping was far away, he could still clearly feel this power.
"Why does this sword feel a bit like the Immortal Killing Sword that Miss Yue Cocoon summoned with the art of opening the sky with a single stroke?"
Xu Taiping murmured to himself, and at the same time once again sighed in his heart about the profound heritage of the Eight Scenery Palace.
"boom!……"
Just as he was saying this, Xia Qi, who was holding the Zhenxian Sword in the distance, hung upside down and violently pressed the sword's edge downwards.
"Boom!"
As a huge earthquake sounded, the majestic sword energy in the Zhenxian Sword Formation, under the guidance of the Zhenxian Sword in Xia Qi's hand, all attacked the old smoker in the formation.
"boom!"
Amidst the ear-splitting collision, the old smoker's two huge arms transformed from the smoke lifted up together with the force of holding up the sky, and forcefully received the fierce sword energy.
But even so, the power of the sword caused by the sword's power still made the old smoker's back bow.
Almost fell down.
"Wait, is this all you can do?!"
The bow was pressed by the force of the sword
The old smoker stood up, suddenly grinned, took out a cigarette bag from his arms, dug out a pot of cigarettes in the bag, lit it, and then took a long puff.
Seeing this scene, Xu Taiping's mouth twitched instinctively and whispered:
"The old smoker's puff is a bit strong."
Just as he was thinking this, he heard a "boom" and two white smoke pillars were sprayed out from the old smoker's nostrils.
And this white smoke column, just like before, transformed into two huge arms.
"Wake it up for me!"
As the old smoker roared again, the two huge arms transformed into smoke pillars once again lifted up together in a gesture of supporting the sky.
"boom!--"
Following this support, the fierce sword energy caused by the sword force of the Sinking Immortal Sword was vividly supported by the old smoker's four arms transformed into pillars of smoke.
"boom!……"
Amidst the sound of gas explosions, Huang Jinpeng and others who were guarding the sword formation were once again shaken backwards by the counter-shock force coming from the sword formation.
Even Xia Qi, who was holding a sword hanging upside down in the sky above the sword array, was shocked to the point where his mouth cracked and blood flowed out.
It was only then that Huang Jinpeng, Xia Qi and others realized that something was wrong.
"Brother Xia, what, what, what's going on? You can't trap the old smoker in the fairy sword array!"
Huang Jinpeng said in a panic.
Upon hearing this, Xia Qi glared at Huang Jinpeng angrily and said:
"Keep your sword formation, don't worry about other things!"
Although he said this, the panic in his heart was no less than that of Huang Jinpeng.
"Senior Brother Xia, draw your sword. If you don't draw your sword, this old smoker will most likely become stronger!"
A female disciple from Bajing Dao Palace reminded Xia Qidao.
They had already seen that this old smoker would become stronger every time he smoked a pot of cigarettes. If he continued to smoke like this, it was very likely that he would not be able to hold on to the Immortal Sword Formation.
Xia Qi hesitated.
The trapping sword formation is a formation that traps the enemy, not a formation that kills the enemy. When the sword is drawn out, a large amount of the sword formation and his own spiritual power will be consumed.
Therefore, with his current Qi, Blood, and True Yuan cultivation, he can barely manage to throw out only one sword.
It would be great if this sword could kill the old smoker, but if not, it would be difficult for them to even defend the sword formation.
"That's all, instead of continuing to waste time and let Xu Taiping laugh, why not take a gamble. I don't believe that a mere second-class ghost king can defeat the Immortal Trap Sword of my Eight Scenery Dao Palace!"
After his eyes accidentally glanced at Xu Taiping, who was leisurely watching a show in the distance, Xia Qi suddenly gritted his teeth and made a decision.
"Brothers, please draw your sword!"
Xia Qi held the hilt of the sword and shouted loudly.
"Got the order!"
Hearing this, several other disciples from the Eight Scenery Dao Palace made sword secrets together, pulled the innate sword gang out of the body, and trapped them all into the Immortal Sword.
Immediately afterwards, Xia Qi, whose body had merged with Jian Gang, grabbed the hilt of the Sinking Immortal Sword and pulled it out with all his strength.
"Zheng!——"
The piercing sound of swords, the frightening sword power suddenly dispersed, and the agitated sword gang broke through the air with the large formation as the center.
Looking from a distance, the huge trapping sword formation seems to have turned into a giant sword.
"boom!"
The next moment, Xia Qi and the Zhenxian Swordman's sword merged into one. Driven by the power of the sword, which was like breaking mountains and cracking rocks, with a fierce sword, he slashed at the old smoker below with one sword.
"Hiss..."
And almost when Xia Qi raised his sword to cut him down, the old smoker took another big puff of cigarette in his mouth, then raised his head and spit it out towards the sword light.