This was Zhang Wenfeng's first fight with a fifth-level master. His perception of swordsmanship and his understanding of power had reached a new level. However, the first sword test and the second move using the sword's magical power to attack made him feel the difference between himself and the master.
The gap between opponents.
In the past, with his advantage in sword realm and sharp swordsmanship, he was always invincible in battles with his peers.
But now he is a little unable to do what he wants. It is clear that whether it is the timing of his sword magical power or the use of the power of the unity of mind and sword, he thinks that he has done the best. Just as he estimated before the war, the sneak attack of the sword magical power is overwhelming.
The advantage prevailed, and the veteran fifth-level master was defeated and miserable.
However, as the talisman bone puppet who cooperated with his sneak attack was knocked down to the ground by Sheng Congxian who was above him using a large array of thunder, the five coins in the air were also destructively attacked. The string formation was instantly destroyed, and the colorful strings that bound Wan Lao Monster were destroyed.
If you don't attack, you will destroy yourself.
Wan Shangwu, who was struggling to hold on, got a chance to breathe and used superb fire skills to quickly kill the deadly majestic sword light.
Zhang Wenfeng was unable to use his second sword magic power for a short period of time. At this time, You Lao became invisible and merged into the black air mass swirling above the Liuhe Yin Evil Formation. He tried his best to deal with the attack of the strange Sheng outside the city. Just when he had no time to take care of himself, he
He can only rely on himself to find a way to give full play to the advantages of the sword's magical power and completely defeat Wan Shangwu, who has been abandoned by Old Monster Sheng.
Otherwise, why should they fight against Sheng Congxian who is in the right place at the right time?
He bluffed with his left hand and summoned the exquisite wooden pagoda. Without hesitation, he quickly absorbed the purer wood energy that he had poured into the wooden pagoda over the years and quickly absorbed it back into his body.
He probably understood the gap between himself and Wan Laoguai, which was that Wan Laoguai had already begun to understand the power of the flame rules, while he was still in the exploratory stage.
Then, let's win with strength.
When the power of his sword is too much greater than that of his opponent, no matter how clever the Wan Lao monster's spellcasting method is, he will only be smashed to death.
The wood energy surged in the body like a flood, turning into billowing Yuan Qi, causing his meridians to swell and tingle. Zhang Wenfeng had no expression on his face, secretly glad that he had opened up a new meridian more than others, which reduced the pressure by about 30% and adjusted the speed of Yuan Qi.
No problem.
The Xuanyuan Sword, which was stuck in the air, was slashed to the bottom by him.
The sword light surged again, instantly breaking the balance. Amidst the loud "bang" sound, flames flew all over the sky.
Two protective treasures flew out of Wan Shangwu's body. At the critical moment, they collided with Mount Tai's overwhelming sword light. The treasures shattered. He crossed his hands to protect his head. He screamed and was struck straight up. They hit him hard near the sword test stone in the west of the city.
A big hole was made on the ground, and mud and sand were flying.
Zhang Wenfeng used his sword with all his strength. Everywhere in his body hurt, but his eyes were shining brightly.
He had just touched the mysterious atmosphere at the moment when the power of the sword magic reached its peak, which was completely different from usual. He could not wait to sit down and meditate immediately, seizing this rare opportunity to understand the rules of the sword.
His strength reached the limit of Tao Xiangsheng, and he was able to use such unparalleled sword power with the help of magical powers.
This sword helped him open a new door.
Sheng Congxian looked gloomy in the sky. He underestimated the cunning swordsman who could even use his sword magic to be so ingenious and sinister. He plotted against Lao Wan so hard that even he, a bystander, didn't expect it.
After such a big change, he was still prepared to help put out the fire for Lao Wan when his sword skills failed, so that they could fight evenly.
He regretted a little, he should have dealt with the sword cultivator first, he chose the wrong target.
He made a hand seal with his hands and without hesitation launched a double formation attack towards the sword cultivator hovering above the formation's light group.
"Haha, it's too late. Being an old man is just for show."
You Mengchang had been getting along with Taoist Zhang for a long time, so he could tell that Taoist Zhang was exhausted. The magical power of the sword was beyond Taoist Zhang's control. The formation's light group surged into a whirlpool, sucking Taoist Zhang into it.
"Bang, bang," there were several loud noises, and black air rippled, dispelling the attack force in all directions. Sheng Congxian snorted coldly. For a moment, he had no choice but to use the formation mansion controlled by Mengmei. He looked towards the west of the city and saw
Wan Shangwu, whose bones were all broken into pieces, was embedded in the mud pit, with blazing flames still coming out of his body, and he was still thinking about making a final struggle.
"waste!"
As he yelled and cursed angrily, half of the blood-forbidden mist surrounding the formation surged toward the west of the city.
Waste also has its uses. After he integrates the flesh and blood soul of a fifth-level comrade into the blood-forbidden evil-breaking formation, he will greatly increase the power of the formation, refine a blood evil that obeys orders, and then slowly concoct a blood evil spirit that will be trapped in the city and unable to get out.
The sword cultivator and that abominable Mengmei.
He is bound to win that formation mansion.
Even if he had to endure humiliation and reconcile with the vast continent and bear some infamy, he accepted them all. In the formation mansion, You Mengchang, who was floating in the air, listened to the screams and curses coming from the direction of the west city gate. He chuckled: "I'm just a little bit.
Using a small plan, he successfully aroused Sheng Congxian's desire in his heart. In front of the road, Sheng Congxian chose to step on the corpse of his old friend and walk alone. What a tragedy in the world."
He understands the inner workings of the human heart best and is willing to figure it out.
Before coming to Tianqian Continent, they tried their best to find out the compensation conditions offered by Sheng Wan and Lu Changyuan, and Gu Qingrong. One of them was a remnant of the formation palace that had been passed down by Tianchan Stone Temple for thousands of years. This was obviously good at formations.
Sheng Congxian asked for something.
In the early stages of the battle, he deliberately showed off some of the formation's atmosphere.
He used these silent and subtle skills flawlessly, tricking people to death without paying for their lives. Zhang Wenfeng, who had just sat down, opened his eyes and took a look at the formation house shrouded in black mist. He probably understood what You Mengchang's plan was to make a pair of old friends who had known each other for many years.
Friends had a falling out, the old man is awesome.
"Sheng Congxian is not easy to deal with. He may want to use the flesh and blood soul of a fifth-level master to enhance the power of the evil array."
Zhang Wenfeng listened to the faint screams in the distance and frowned slightly as a reminder.
"Don't worry, Sheng Congxian won't get the benefits alone. I've already let the ghosts sneak in. Didn't they swallow up a lot of blood bans before? I'm borrowing it for a while. The old ghost Sheng doesn't dare to enter the city easily. He can't find me playing tricks in it. Bad
He does good things."
You Mengchang chuckled and said: "It's a pity that the talisman puppet you spent a lot of time refining was killed by Sheng Congxian with thunder. Most of the bones were broken and there is no possibility of repair." The fifth-level formation cultivator used the attack power of the formation.
, it is definitely not comparable to the fourth level.
"It doesn't matter. I originally refined the talisman puppet to ward off disasters while traveling. I also have a bronze puppet that I can use."
Zhang Wenfeng will never refine talismans again in the future, as it damages his moral character and is contrary to his cultivation. Even if he spends several years traveling around the Duxian Islands to free his ghosts, there will always be a hurdle in his heart.
But near the west city gate, the rolling blood-forbidden mist fought against the fiercely rising flames for a long time, and finally wiped out the life of a crippled fifth-level monk, causing Wan Shangwu to die in endless pain, his flesh and blood melting away, and even the marrow in his bones was gone.
If you let it go, your soul will be left in a ball as big as a chicken egg, and it will be dull and dull, with only instincts left.
The thick blood-forbidden mist, wrapped in the soul essence of the fifth-level monk, rose slowly upward to prevent the fifth-level sword cultivator from suddenly making a move.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened, and two rays of black energy suddenly shot out from the mist close to the soul in the Blood Forbidden City. With two "Puff" sounds, the fragile and unprotected soul collapsed in one blow, and Wan Shangwu's remaining instinctual essence was dispersed.
"Mengmei, you deserve to die!"
Sheng Congxian's roar of gnashing teeth could be heard from above.
He was fully guarding against the sword cultivator's sneak attack, but he didn't expect that Meng Mei would do something to him in the blood-forbidden mist that he didn't notice, causing him to fall short. He was so angry that he almost jumped.