"Purple Star Amplification Formation!" Le Fei gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Tian with extremely cold eyes.
This is Le Fei's most powerful formation. In this Purple Star Amplification Formation, all of Le Fei's own attributes will be greatly improved, while the opponent will be slowly consumed in the Amplification Formation, and his Yuanli will be
is restricted.
This formation also consumes a lot of money on the warrior himself. According to Le Fei's current cultivation level, this purple star amplification formation can only last for about thirty minutes.
Le Fei must defeat Mo Tian within these thirty minutes, otherwise he will wait for failure.
The most terrifying thing about this Purple Star Amplification Formation is not its effect, but that the center of the formation is none other than Le Fei himself!
Using its own Yuan Power as the basis, the Purple Star Amplification Formation continuously amplified itself at the cost of consuming Le Fei's Yuan Power, oppressing Mo Tian.
Purple light enveloped the entire competition stage, using the entire competition stage as Le Fei's formation space.
The moment he felt the Purple Star Amplification Array, Mo Tian felt something was wrong. The flow of his Yuan Power had become much slower. His speed, mental power, and strength seemed to be suppressed.
Not only him, but Chu Chen was also suppressed a lot.
Originally, when he was fighting Qianjun Sword Spirit, he suppressed Qianjun Sword Spirit, but after the appearance of the Purple Star Amplification Formation, this trend was reversed.
Qianjun Sword Spirit's power and attack were much stronger, while Chuchen could only barely resist Qianjun Sword Spirit's attack because he was suppressed.
Looking at Le Fei, Mo Tian sneered and said, "Do you think you want to use this to suppress me? Do you, Le Fei, look down on me, Shura?"
"It's a good thing that I can suppress you. The remaining time is enough for me to defeat you." Le Fei raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Mo Tian with disdain.
With a flash of his body, Le Fei's speed accelerated several times and his strength became stronger under the influence of the Purple Star Amplification Formation.
In the blink of an eye, Le Fei appeared behind Mo Tian, with the energy in his hand shining brightly.
"Destroy!" Gray light condensed in Le Fei's palm and struck Mo Tian on the back.
Under the suppression of the amplification array, Mo Tian's mental power was also restricted. When Le Fei appeared behind him, Mo Tian did not react at all.
The palm with the annihilating light hit Mo Tian directly on the back.
In an instant, Mo Tian's back exploded, and countless blood spilled on the competition stage.
Mo Tian's back instantly turned into a bloody mess, and even bits of golden light from the bones of the Shocking Dragon sword were revealed.
suck--
Seeing Mo Tian being injured by Le Fei's palm, all the warriors present looked in surprise.
After many battles, this was the first time that Mo Tian was injured so seriously, and the spine of Mo Tian's back could even be vaguely seen.
"Brother!" Hu Chi clenched his fists tightly and looked at Mo Tian on the competition stage with worry.
"Ah——" He bared his teeth and Mo Tian felt the sharp pain coming from his back.
It would be fine if it was just a blur of flesh and blood, but the annihilating light from Le Fei's palm stuck to Mo Tian's wound, and his own flesh and blood were constantly being annihilated by this annihilating light.
"Xiao Xiao." Le Fei looked at the injured Mo Tian and said disdainfully: "I heard from Li Huan that there is something different about your back. What I saw today is indeed extraordinary. If it weren't for that strange palm on your spine, you would have died!"
"Are you going to kill me?" Mo Tian said coldly: "The senior steward just said that you can't kill me. You just wanted to kill me!"
Shrugging, Le Fei looked at Mo Tian calmly and said, "You can't slander me. If I really could kill you with that move, grandpa and the others would definitely save you. Look, aren't you fine now?"
"
"Asshole!" Mo Tian's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the anger in his heart was constantly rising.
"It's not over yet." Le Fei shouted softly.
The figure turned into a stream of light and appeared behind Mo Tian again. He raised his hand and struck Mo Tian on the back with another palm.
puff--
Blood spurted out from his mouth, and Mo Tian's body was blown away and fell to the edge of the competition stage.
Mo Tian's face was pale, and the severe pain coming from his back made him unable to raise his spirits at all. If the Jinglong Sword Bone hadn't been helping him resist the force of annihilation, his back would definitely have been destroyed.
"Hey, you can still withstand this palm. Your body is really extraordinary." Le Fei looked at Mo Tian who could still stand up and said with a smile.
Gritting his teeth, Mo Tian glared at Le Fei in front of him.
Because of his carelessness, he was slapped twice by Le Fei. In addition, due to the extremely weird nature of the Purple Star Amplification Formation, he felt that his physical attributes could only be used at about 60%.
Is it possible for Mo Tian, who is 60% strong, to fight against Le Fei, who has increased his own attributes? In addition, now that he is seriously injured, this battle has become even more difficult.
If he hadn't been restricted from using the formation, Mo Tianzhen would have used the Danyang Formation to blast Le Fei to death directly. With the addition of the Shu Mo Nine Star Formation, Le Fei would have no chance to move at all!
But! He can't!
In order for the four brothers to enter the heaven level together, he must restrain himself!
The annihilating force on the wound on his back was still attacking Mo Tian's body. The severe pain that came from time to time made it difficult for Mo Tian to concentrate on dealing with it seriously.
In the stands, Qin Yu and Bingzang also rushed over. Looking at Mo Tian, who had been suppressed by Le Fei, Qin Yu frowned and said in confusion: "Brother's formation is not weak! As long as he uses the amplification formation as the formation
It's completely useless to restrain him if the joys and sorrows of his heart restrain him! Why does the eldest brother keep hesitating!"
"I don't know why, except for showing off his own sword spirit, the eldest brother has been suppressed and beaten by Le Fei. I feel that the eldest brother has been affected by something. I don't believe that the eldest brother will be suppressed by Le Fei with his strength.
Like this!" Hu Chi said in a serious voice.
On the competition stage, looking at Mo Tian who was breathing heavily, Le Fei had a proud smile on his face. He playfully looked at Mo Tian who was about to collapse and asked, "How does my Palm of Oblivion taste? Do you think you are a Shura?"
Very strong, but I, Lefei, have been at the top of the local rankings for five years. Do you really think that I, Lefei, are a soft persimmon that you can pinch whenever you want?"
"Huh-huh-" Mo Tian kept breathing, and he was constantly adjusting his state.
In the ring, the middle-grade human-level combat weapon given to him by Wu Xueer was trembling continuously.
The Blood Soul Demonic Sword cannot be used, but he has always treasured this middle-grade human-level weapon. Chuchen Sword is no longer with him, and Chuchen is also suppressing the Qianjun Sword Spirit. He cannot count on it.
The only thing I can rely on now is this mid-level human-level soldier.
"I won't talk nonsense to you, I'll give you a treat!" Le Fei's smile became ferocious, and he took out a short blade from the ring.
The pace on his feet quickened, and the short blade in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light.
"Hanqie!"
White gas emerged from the short blade, and the temperature of the short blade in Le Fei's hand dropped instantly, and frost and mist immediately enveloped the short blade.
The cold short blade cut directly towards Mo Tian.
His pupils shrank, and Mo Tian hurriedly took out the mid-level human-level combat weapon to resist Le Fei's cold attack.
However, this is a short blade, and its flexibility is much better than that of a combat soldier.
Watching Mo Tian take out the long sword, Lefei changed his target, and looked at the slightly protruding little finger on the right hand holding the long sword.
"Then I will let you bear the pain of having your finger broken today!" Le Fei sneered.
A cold light suddenly appeared, and the little finger fell off.
No blood appeared as expected, and the little finger fell directly to the ground after being lightly scratched by Le Fei's short blade.
There was a gap on the little finger of Mo Tian's right hand. However, there was no sign of being cut on the little finger. Instead, there was a scabbed broken finger on the little finger.
"Brother!" Qin Yu and the others became angry when they saw Mo Tian's finger being cut.
Looking at the fake finger falling on the ground, Le Fei also looked confused.
He lowered his head and looked at his scabbed severed finger. Countless memories filled Mo Tian's mind.
The long sword in front of him was quietly lowered, and countless bloodshot eyes filled the air.
The terrifying murderous aura once again appeared around Mo Tian, completely canceling out the suppression of the Purple Star Amplification Array.
Blood-red light bloomed on Mo Tian's body, and a bloody figure appeared behind him, and overwhelming anger filled Mo Tian's heart.
This broken finger was his shame, something Mo Tian would never forget in his life.
After entering the inner gate, Master Jianlao put a false finger on him in order to make Mo Tian forget this hatred and let him practice in peace.
Now, the fake finger fell and the severed finger appeared, and the anger that had been suppressed deep in Mo Tian's heart surged out crazily.
Raising his head slightly, Mo Tian suddenly laughed.
Looking at Mo Tian, Le Fei trembled all over for some reason. Being stared at by Mo Tian was like being stared at by a murderous god.
Mo Tian's intermittent laughter sounded on the competition stage, and the laughter that sounded like it came from hell affected everyone in the earth-level Shura field.
Even Bai Mu and the other three people above were shocked by Mo Tian's laughter.
Even they felt their souls briefly tremble when Mo Tian laughed.
He lowered his head and waited for Mo Tian to raise his head again. Mo Tian's pupils were already occupied by black and red, and his right hand with severed fingers moved towards the distance.
"Chu Chen!" Mo Tian roared angrily.
Upon hearing Mo Tian's call, Chu Chen ignored the Qian Jun sword spirit he was fighting with and directly merged into Chu Chen's sword and flew towards Mo Tian.
Holding the Chuchen Sword in his hand, under the influence of the bloody air flow, a layer of blood-red light spread all over the light blue Chuchen Sword.
Mo Tian looked so ferocious for a moment, and the blood-red figure behind him also let out shrill cries and laughter.
"Le Fei, today, you will die!" These were the last words Mo Tian said before losing consciousness.