Chapter four hundred and fifty seventh play with everything
Mu Yu watched the competition between Hou Tian's disciples from the sidelines. The duel between formation skills and talisman skills seemed exciting, but it did not arouse any interest in him at all. His attention was still on Situ Yangtian and Mu Chenghong
The two of them were thinking slightly.
Mu Chenghong walked over. He looked at the hard-working performance between the two Fu Sect Houtian disciples and suddenly smiled: "Junior brother, what do you think the chances are that our Formation Sect will win against the Fu Sect this year?"
"What do you think, senior brother?"
Mu Yu looked at Mu Chenghong, and then at the two people on the field, and felt funny in his heart. To a certain extent, the formation competition was already the Fu Sect's own entertainment, and the formation sect's chance of winning was still there.
How big is it?
"With our junior disciples here in the formation sect, I feel that the victory rate of the formation sect is much higher." Mu Chenghong said slowly.
"Senior Brother has been promoted. Does that mean that Senior Brother is confident of defeating the Fu Sect?" Mu Yu asked calmly.
In the formation competition, two of the Houtian disciples are spies of the Fu Sect, two of the Zhongtian disciples are spies of the Fu Sect, and among the Xiantian disciples, there is Mu Chenghong, the most well-hidden Fu Sect disciple. The formation sect wants to win,
I'm afraid it's just an idiot's dream.
"I will try my best." A confused look appeared on Mu Chenghong's face, as if he was hesitating. Then he asked, "Junior brother, have you gone to see the third formation tablet?"
"No, I'm not in the mood to go." Mu Yu shook his head and said.
Mu Chenghong sighed softly: "I understand."
He looked very lonely, as if he had heard the news he least wanted to hear. Then he shook his head slightly, stared into the distance and stopped talking.
The two disciples of Hou Tian were still performing hard on the field, and everyone in the Fu Sect looked at the show that was already destined to end, with endless ridicule on their lips.
However, all the disciples of the Formation Sect were still cheering for Sun Yingda from a distance without knowing why. Even other unknowing innate formation masters cast their hopeful eyes on Sun Yingda, hoping that he could fight for the Formation Sect.
But if you want to win for the formation sect, how can you win it with just a few cheers?
However, all the disciples of the Formation Sect suddenly burst into cheers, and even many innate formation masters couldn't help but start to look happy, because Sun Yingda actually defeated Lin Hui of the Fu Sect!
Mu Yu felt a little surprised. Sun Yingda was Fu Zong's spy. This was certain, but why didn't Fu Zong choose to win the competition?
He looked around and saw the happy and relieved expressions of the surrounding Zhen Sect disciples. He also found that the Fu Sect people didn't even frown when they saw Lin Hui losing the competition. On the contrary, they showed mocking expressions. He suddenly
I figured out what kind of trick Fu Zong was playing.
Before a person can be destroyed, he must first be allowed to expand.
Chang Tiancheng glanced at the performance of the disciples of the Array Sect, and a vicious sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Cheer! Cheer for your sad victory! When you think you are going to win, I will drag you down from the sky.
Let you fall hard, that's what I want to see!"
Fu Zong has defeated Zhen Zong for several years in a row. The continuous victory makes them feel boring. They want to play something new. First, let all Zhen Zong people see the hope of winning, then severely defeat them, and finally
Revealing the truth again will make everyone in the formation sect fall to the bottom.
This is to let the disciples of the Formation Sect understand that you can only win if the people of their Fu Sect want you to win, and you can't hide even if they want to destroy you!
This is a game. The people of Fu Zong must not only control the victory of this game, but also play with the emotions of all the disciples of Zhen Zong! Wait until they have had enough fun before telling everyone the cruel truth and let Zhen Zong
The disciples of the sect know how invincible the Fu sect is!
Mu Yu thought of what Mu Chenghong said just now about the high probability of Zhen Zong winning. Was this what he was referring to?
There are a total of nine competitions. If nothing unexpected happens, Fu Zong will let Zhen Zong win four games, giving Zhen Zong disciples hope, thinking that they can finally be proud and proud this year, and then crush their dreams!
"What a ruthless method." Mu Yu stared at Fu Zong's people, his expression a little uncertain.
This is no longer a simple formation competition, but a method used by the Fu Sect to humiliate the formation sect.
The second competition was a contest between Zhongtian disciples. The one sent by the Zhen Sect was Luo Feilong. Luo Feilong and another Zhongtian disciple from the Fu Sect announced their names to each other on the stage, and then began their battle.
Competition.
The collision between the formation technique and the talisman technique seemed so feeble that in almost an instant, Luo Feilong's opponent had been knocked away and fell outside the formation field.
The Formation Sect wins another victory!
"I accept it!" Luo Feilong curled his lips slightly and waved his hand domineeringly at all the formation sect disciples.
"Senior Brother Luo wins!"
"Awesome! Senior Brother Luo is so awesome!"
"Senior Brother Luo is indeed our pride!"
Warm cheers erupted again among the disciples of the Array Sect, but these cheers seemed so harsh to Zhuge Xiaosheng's ears. Intangible anger burned in his heart. The happier all the disciples of the Array Sect became, the louder they shouted.
The more you humiliate him.
He sighed softly, but the anger in his heart turned into sadness. His disciples were acting according to other people's scripts, and they didn't even know they were being treated like monkeys. However, he, the sect leader, knew the truth of the matter but could not stop them from cheering foolishly.
Oh, how sad this is!
"I really don't deserve to be the leader of this clan, alas!"
Zhuge Xiaosheng shook his head gently. Everyone was drunk but I was alone. The cruel truth had been tormenting him. He understood that the Array Sect reaching this point of being casually humiliated was completely due to his dereliction of duty as the sect leader.
In the third game, Song Qingyu, who was only a disciple of Zhongtian, faced off against an innate disciple of Fu Sect, Jiang Xiangdi, the 75th Supreme Immortal.
The formation sect could not recruit a third innate disciple to participate in the competition, so it could only use Song Qingyu, a Zhongtian formation master, as his replacement.
"Array Sect, Song Qingyu."
Song Qingyu's cultivation level is in the fifth level of the out-of-body world. His talent in formation skills is not directly related to his own cultivation level. However, the higher the talent in formation skills, the stronger his strength will be. This is the characteristic of an formation master. He is also in the fifth level of out-of-body formation.
Zhongtian’s Zhongtian Formation Master and Xiantian Formation Master must be the Xiantian Formation Master who wants to stabilize the Zhongtian Formation Master!
"You are not qualified to know my name." Jiang Xiangdi didn't take Song Qingyu seriously at all. Their Fu Sect would let the Formation Sect win a few games this time, but they would never let anyone from the Formation Sect win as an innate disciple.
Any victory!
Innate disciples are the face of a sect, and Fu Sect wants to severely slap the face of all the innate formation masters in the formation sect!
Song Qingyu's face was flushed. He was very angry about being underestimated, but he did have the capital to be arrogant. Jiang Xiangdi, as an innate disciple of the Fu Sect and an extremely immortal, really left him behind for several blocks. He
Knowing that he was no match for this woman, the only thing he could do was try not to lose too badly.
Endless red light spread all over Jiang Xiangdi's body, and the talisman shadows flickered among them. Then her whole body floated up lightly, turning into a shadow and drifting towards Song Qingyu. The innate formation base floated around Song Qingyu, with a majestic momentum.
Head towards the river towards the flute.
For this formation competition, Song Qingyu obtained a lot of innate formation foundations. With these innate formation foundations, he believed that even if he lost, he would never let his opponent win too easily!
Seven rolling sky thunders appeared in the martial arts field, arranged like the Big Dipper. Each sky thunder flashed with brilliant power, like the arrival of the arrogant thunder god, and seemed to be able to purify the evil forces in the world.
As soon as these seven sky thunders came out, the battlefield suddenly became stormy and black clouds gathered, shrouding Jiang Xiangdi's figure in them.
Song Qingyu's best formation technique is called Seven Stars Heavenly Thunder. It was originally a Zhongtian formation technique, but with the blessing of the innate formation foundation and the guidance of Master Lu, this Seven Stars Heavenly Thunder already has the power of the innate formation technique.
, even ordinary Xiantian disciples don’t dare to underestimate him.
"Song Qingyu can use the Seven-Star Heavenly Thunder to such an extent. His talent is also extremely impressive." Master Xia Xian could not help but admire.
"Yes! I feel that Jiang Xiangdi will have to spend at least a lot of effort to deal with these sky thunders. Each of the seven-star sky thunders will definitely cause strong lethality when bombarded, and each one is more powerful than the other. Once
After blasting out the seventh one, the power will be strengthened more than ten times!" Chishui Formation Master said.
While he was talking, the first sky thunder struck Jiang Xiangdi. Jiang Xiangdi's erratic figure suddenly froze, and then he fell back. The first sky thunder did not hit her, but hit her.
On the ground, the entire martial arts field trembled. However, the martial arts field itself was protected by an indestructible formation, and this power was not enough to cause damage to it.
"There's a show!"
Song Qingyu's face was filled with joy, because he found that his Seven-Star Heavenly Thunder was able to block the opponent's advance. This showed that the opponent was also very afraid of his formation skills and did not dare to fight head-on.
The second sky thunder followed closely, and struck Jiang Xiangdi again. Jiang Xiangdi looked at the arrogant sky thunder, but did not make any move to dodge, but a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she just
Stretch out your finger casually and tap forward lightly——
Swift talisman shadows appeared on Jiang Xiangdi's fingers and disappeared in a flash. At the same time, the sky thunder had struck down, but when the sky thunder came close to her, it suddenly disappeared!
"what happened?"
Song Qingyu suddenly felt flustered. The Seven-Star Thunder was originally his formation, connected to his mind, but at this moment, he suddenly lost one, as if it was taken away from him. Then he seemed to notice something, and suddenly
I turned around, but it was too late!
"boom!"
The second thunderbolt appeared behind him at some point and struck him dead! The blue electric arc acted on Song Qingyu's body, causing him to be shocked to the point of being shocked. There was even a sound coming from his body.
A burning smell.
"Seven-star thunder? Such a childish formation technique has the nerve to show off in front of my talisman. It's really embarrassing!" Jiang Xiangdi chuckled. She stretched out her finger again, and the talisman shadow flew out quickly, and turned toward me.
The remaining five thunderbolts flew away.
As soon as Song Qingyu came back to his senses, he was horrified to find that he had lost control of the seven-star thunder! His formation skills were actually taken away by Jiang Xiangdi, and at this time the third thunder rolled down towards him.
He struggled to move half a step, but after being bombarded by the second sky thunder, his body was very numb. After a beat, he was hit by his third sky thunder again!
"Pfft--" Song Qingyu spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards out of the martial arts arena!
"The competition is not over yet!" Jiang Xiangdi smiled charmingly, disappeared from the spot, and reappeared behind Song Qingyu. He kicked Song Qingyu back to the battlefield, and then the fourth thunder struck again! Then the fifth
Thunder!
"Boom!" Song Qingyu had already fallen into a coma, his whole body was burnt black, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.
"Admit defeat? The rules of the array talisman competition are only considered as losses after leaving the array martial arts field or when the magic of those participating in the competition becomes invalid. The formation skills of the disciples of your sect have not disappeared yet! Master Zhuge, I think you should not break the rules.
." Chang Tiancheng smiled cruelly.
The expressions of everyone in the formation sect changed greatly! Jiang Xiangdi, a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions, was no match for Song Qingyu, but she didn't want to win so easily. She used a weird talisman to capture Song Qingyu's formation, and wanted to use the remaining
All the thunder from the sky fell on Song Qingyu!
The Seven-Star Thunder is Song Qingyu's formation technique. According to the rules, if the technique does not disappear, Song Qingyu will not lose!
The power of each seven-star thunder is more powerful than the other one. If these seven thunders hit Song Qingyu completely, I am afraid that Song Qingyu would lose half of his life even if he did not die!