Chapter 165 The decisive battle in the sword prison
On the originally empty life and death arena, as Wu Jian recited incantations and cast spells, streaks of silver sword light rose from the ground!
It seemed that countless spiritual powers turned into translucent long sword shadows, forming a "sword" cage around Fu Yang!
He and Wu Jian were imprisoned inside.
Suddenly, half of the arena was filled with sword shadows and sword auras. The scene was very astonishing!
Although the power contained in each sword alone is not great, it may not be able to kill even ordinary people, and at most it will stab.
But there are at least one or two hundred sword shadows here. When the enemy is trapped and unable to escape, they can kill the opponent with a pile of them...
boom!!!
The crowd watching around him instantly exploded.
"This... what kind of spell is this? Doesn't it look too gorgeous?"
"Yes! It looks very shocking. Is it possible to carry out such an indiscriminate covering attack?"
Everyone was talking a lot, and even the black-faced law enforcer who was suspended in the air to watch the battle and act as a referee had his eyes fixed.
"Don't you know? This is called Beidou Sword Prison. It is a very famous sword move in the Laoshan Sword Formation that is integrated into the formation. It is a secret that is not passed down! Only the core disciples of Laoshan have the opportunity to learn it. It is a must.
Only Master Yi Lu can barely try it, and if you really want to exert its power, you need at least Four Masters to use it."
Some well-informed people explained this gorgeous Taoist technique of Wu Jian to the melon-eaters.
Once again, it aroused admiration: the Taoist giant really has a profound background!
This Beidou Sword Prison is actually based on Jian Gang, and arranges small formations. Each formation is related to each other, and the swords are connected.
In the end, they are linked together and become this cage-like "Beidou Sword Prison"!
However, it takes too long to prepare this sword formation, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.
If you talk to demons on weekdays, when the bad guys are really desperate, who will stand there stupidly waiting for you to set up a sword formation?
It can only be used when there is a duel in this kind of arena and the opponent is completely unprepared!
Wu Jian deliberately pretended to be irritated by Master Xiong, causing Fu Yang to relax his vigilance and think that he was attacking randomly without any plan. In fact, this guy secretly set up small sword arrays, and eventually formed the Beidou Sword Prison!
Under the ring, Mr. Xiong and Ah Huang jumped anxiously.
Mr. Xiong's two short legs kicked all the rocks around him and flew everywhere, but there was nothing he could do.
If you look carefully, you will find that this fat cat's mouth is opening and closing rapidly, obviously spewing obscene words...
The two unscrupulous guys secretly made signs with their hands and feet, deciding that if Fu Yang couldn't bear it later and his life was in danger, they would step on stage to intervene and save him immediately, even at the risk of breaking the rules of the ghost market and being hunted down.
Run away together...
The worst case scenario is to seek protection from Wei Ke!
Although doing this would hurt a man's self-esteem, if the crisis really got that bad, there wouldn't be much to worry about.
"Let's wait and see. Maybe little Yoko will create a miracle?"
Ah Huang thought silently, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
On the ring, in a "cage" surrounded by translucent sword shadows, Wu Jian and Fu Yang were face to face, two feet apart.
After the initial shock and fear passed, Fu Yang had calmed down. He looked at Wu Jian calmly: "Laoshan disciple, you are really good at what you do! If it weren't for your domineering personality, I would have hugged your thigh..."
At this moment, Wu Jian is already a fine steel magic sword in his hands, and his chest is rising and falling. It is obvious that maintaining this "Beidou Sword Prison" requires a huge amount of energy.
"I am the leader among the young generation in Laoshan, and also the leader in the entire supernatural world! A wild boy like you actually refuses to eat and drink as a fine. Can you blame me? I won't kill you even if you lose. I will kill you."
With one finger, give me the gourd and you can get out!"
Oh? Don’t kill me?
Fu Yang was stunned.
He didn't expect that this guy had some conscience. He didn't really want to kill anyone. He probably had a spoiled and spoiled personality on Laoshan.
"However, I am stubborn. I will not give up until the end! Let me try your Laoshan magical method. How is it?"
As Fu Yang spoke, he stretched out his hand to draw talisman in the air!
This time, he was actually drawing different spell trajectories with his left and right hands!
Wu Jian's eyes were stunned. He couldn't believe it.
Being able to "draw talismans in the air and cast Taoist magic instantly" before being taught is already as talented as his monastic genius. What's more, this guy... can actually do two things at once, drawing different talismans with both hands at the same time.
?
This is such a monster!
If he were to know that it had only been more than three months since Fu Yang actually started practicing Taoism, his eyes would probably pop out of his head.
"No matter how talented you are, you will have to kneel down and admit defeat under my Laoshan magical power!"
Wu Jian roared loudly and thought.
Immediately, more than a dozen sword shadows forming a "cage" flew out from all around, surrounding Fu Yang at 360 degrees.
Fu Yang moved his steps and immediately dodged around, but it was no use.
In this "sword prison" that completely trapped him, sword shadows could fly out from anywhere and attack him.
It's impossible to hide!
"Maoshan forms a shield to protect me!"
It only took two seconds for Fu Yang to finish casting the "Shielding Curse" on his left hand. Suddenly, shadows of thick armored shields like those in ancient armies flashed around him.
The dozens of sharp swords seemed to be blocked by something. They were still half a foot away from him and could no longer stab him.
At the same time, the offensive Taoist spell in Fu Yang's right hand was ready, and he was attacking the sword in front!
"Maoshan Summons the Gods·One Finger of the Giant Spirit!"
A huge transparent shadow in the shape of a human index finger appeared, instantly passing through a distance of several meters, crushing and blasting towards Wu Jian.
"It's useless, in my Beidou sword prison. All attacks will be automatically defended."
He sneered and remained motionless. Dozens of magic swords immediately flew out of the nearby "cage" and collided with each other. The friction made a metallic clanging sound like real swords!
Forming a circular "sword and shield", blocking the front...
boom!!!
There was a deafening bang.
The giant spirit destroyed these sword shadows with one finger, but they still did not dissipate and continued to move forward.
Wu Jian's expression changed!
At such a close distance, he could only rely on the fine steel magic sword in his hand. When he swung it, the sword gangs attached to it criss-crossed again. Only then did Fu Yang's "Finger of the Giant Spirit" finally get broken into pieces.
He himself was sweating profusely, the elegant hosta on his head had long since fallen off, and his hair was disheveled; the Taoist robe on his body was also somewhat torn.
In fact, if Wu Jian had just dodged quickly and used the power of the sword prison to continue fighting against the giant finger, maybe he wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation.
But why didn't he hide?
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't... (Second update)