Chapter 173 Nine people together with flying swords to stop the enemy
"Form up!"
Looking at the majestic Ziyun Zhenren, the expressions of the demon sect elites present changed greatly. Even Sun Baotou, who was so arrogant just now, could not help but look solemn and jumped directly into the crowd. Looking at this posture, it was...
I plan to use the crowd tactic to compete with this long-famous Niubi Taoist!
To be honest, although I am new to the world, I still don’t know who this Master Ziyun is, but based on the brief contact in the first half of the night and the fearful looks on the faces of many members of the Demon Cult, I can still tell the truth.
From a glance, this old man definitely belongs to the Central Plains Taoist Sect and stands at the top of the pyramid. Otherwise, he would not have mobilized so many masters of the Demon Cult to deal with it at the same time.
Faced with the current situation, Master Ziyun was calm and composed. He was not busy attacking. Instead, he frowned and looked at these young people with an arrogant expression. Then he smiled and said, "Let me see, you guys
How can the demon cult members provoke me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the brilliance of the jujube sword flourished, and even above the clouds, there was a terrifying pressure. This was no longer something human power could do.
Sun Baotou also felt the pressure and hurriedly led everyone to form a formation. Among the many demon sect believers, including this Sun Baotou, a total of nine figures walked out, all of them majestic. When these people appeared, they immediately
Immediately stand in their respective positions and form a small magic circle.
My eyesight is shallow and I can't see the way of the formation. However, Master Ziyun has a sharp eye and can tell the power at a glance. He couldn't help but smile and said, "This three-talent formation was originally my Taoist formation. I don't know why.
, I was actually secretly learned by you demon sect believers, so you might as well let me try out how amazing the formation is!"
As soon as he said these words, Master Ziyun no longer waited, and his body was like a wild horse that escaped the reins. He jumped straight into the formation.
This old man with a sharp nose has a vicious vision and wants to take advantage of the opponent's unstable formation to attack by force. He first occupies the center of the "Three Talents Formation" and prevents the strength of the nine people from gathering together. In this way, the power of the formation will be greatly reduced.
However, these nine people are all elite masters of the Demon Cult. Although they are far less famous and prestige than this veteran, their actual combat experience is extremely superb. They immediately understood his consciousness. The nine people shouted fiercely and took action at the same time. Various weapons fell to the ground.
Coming, the power of the Three Talents Array also began to activate, turning into a strong wind and rising from the surface.
When the strong wind danced, the nine figures also appeared one after another. The old man Niubi who had been charging with the sword smiled, and with a movement of his body, he raised the jujube sword angrily. There was energy all over his body and he ran away, spinning around, turning into
There was a whirlwind, and the seemingly ordinary jujube wood sword in his hand made a trace of wind. He first made a few feints, and then thrust the long sword towards Sun Shit's head in the front.
Among the many colleagues, this Sun stall can be regarded as a leader. When he saw Ziyun Zhenren's offensive, he was not weak. Instead, he roared and stepped out in vain. The black energy around him was violent and shrouded in the air.
The arrogance on his body became even colder. He flicked his arm, and his ten fingers suddenly stretched out and turned into sharp claws to attack!
This guy's physical form is unknown, his aura is extremely fierce, and the fishy wind carried in his claws is like substance, clashing with the old Taoist priest's jujube sword.
The tip of the claw and the blade of the sword collided together, and suddenly there was a clanging sound, and the roar of the dragon was loud, and the momentum was quite majestic.
I stood on a high place and admired the unprecedented battle. I couldn't help but feel excited in my heart, and I secretly said, "What a sword!"
The jujube wood sword in the hands of Master Ziyun was not a golden flying iron, and seemed to be thin. However, when it collided, it was moving with a strong force, and the big claws on Sun Ba's head were shaken away, and the step guard was stepped on under his feet.
, like a butterfly walking through flowers, each movement maintains a deep combination of mechanics and aesthetics. The light of the sword and the clothes float hand in hand, with a majestic momentum that makes people hold their breath and be breathless with excitement.
However, although this sword forced Sun Baotou back, many auras in the Sancai Formation had already gathered together, equivalent to the power of nine people concentrated in one place at the same time. No matter how high the cultivation level of Master Ziyun was, he could not defeat it.
After forcibly breaking through, after several fights, Sun Dutou was defeated step by step, but he was able to stabilize the situation and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
He activated all the demon power in his body, and his long claws stretched out half a foot, as slender as curved chopsticks. Between the swings, there was a faint dark light flickering, which should not be underestimated!
"Well done!" Master Ziyun was delighted to see Hunter Xin. He laughed wildly and moved forward with determination. He waved his wooden sword and forced him to take two steps back. He was about to take the sword straight to the atrium, but the guy next to Sun's head arrived in time.
They came, waving weapons to attack, some fired hidden weapons and attacked directly in the face, some slashed their necks with knives, cut their hamstrings... all kinds of underhanded tricks were used to do their best to cause harm.
If it were me, under this torrential attack like pear blossoms, I might not be able to hold out for one round and would be defeated. However, Ziyun Zhenren walked around casually, his sleeves flew up, he swung his wooden sword, and cut out a round sword.
Circles separated the open and hidden arrows around him one by one, and then he pulled back and swayed in a large arc. Under the guidance of the sword edge, he collided with the overlapping weapons, making a "ding, ding, ding" sound, like
Crispy jade buzzes.
As soon as this opening confrontation passed, I could tell that Master Ziyun was indeed a figure standing at the top of the pyramid. Both his sword skills and cultivation were one or two levels higher than those of his opponents in the Three Talents Formation.
If they fight alone, this group of people may not be able to hold on for even three or five rounds.
However, at this time, they formed a formation to treat each other, and gathered the power of the nine people together. Although they could not trap the old Taoist priest, they also exerted their tacit understanding to the limit. In the rush, Master Ziyun could not break the opponent's formation at all.
The two sides fought fiercely. The nine people quickly attacked and pushed aside the majestic Ziyun Zhenren. A guy with red hair shouted loudly, "The Taoist master is very skilled, but this formation has gathered nine people."
The strength of a man is not something you can bear alone. If you ask me, you might as well just go back to the back mountain and stop meddling in the business here. Our target is not you!"
Master Ziyun swung his long sword, neutralizing many secret moves one by one, and said with a sharp smile, "Qingcheng lineage, the same Qi and branches. Although I have lived to the age where half of my feet are buried in the loess, I still know that my lips are dead and my teeth are cold.
The truth is, if you want to be in trouble with Brother Canghai, you must first pass me!"
"Old man, I think you are looking for death!" The nine people were furious, and they mobilized their auras to the extreme. Relying on the power of the magic circle, they were able to overwhelm the sword power of Master Ziyun. Sun Baotou said with a long smile, "
You are such an experienced person, are you planning to fight us to the death?"
"The fish is dead and the net is broken? That's not the case."
Facing the opponent who suddenly stepped up his offensive, Ziyun Zhenren jumped away easily, threw the Zaomu Sword into the sky, and muttered something. The wooden sword that was about to fall was pulled by a breath and hovered precariously.