Chapter 465

With the voice of Taoist priest Xuanxuan of Qing Dynasty, dozens of more than 200 disciples of Qingcheng Temple gathered around and drew their swords. They separated Fang Bai, Guishou and Wu De into a sword array.

Fang Bai looked at it carefully, and saw that the sword array was composed of 7749 people. Standing in the direction of eight trigrams, it actually coincided with the way of heaven. He thought that Qingcheng temple was indeed one of the most important gates in ancient Chinese martial arts, and there were indeed some ways.

Fang Bai can see that although most of the 7749 Qingcheng Temple disciples who make up the sword array are only yellow level martial arts practitioners, once the sword array is put into operation, its power will be very amazing, and ordinary ground level martial artists can hardly get any benefits.

Fortunately, Guishou was accompanied by himself in this trip. Otherwise, he would come to seek revenge alone, and he would never come back.

Seeing the formation of the sword array, more than 100 other disciples of Qingcheng Temple retreated a few feet away, armed with long swords, and plundered the array by the side, ready to provide support at any time.

"The eight trigrams sword array is the great Zhenguan formation of Qingcheng temple. It is powerful. No matter how strong these three people are, they can't escape today!"

Every disciple of Qingcheng Temple thought this way.

"It's a good array! Ha ha It's just that I haven't had a fight with anyone for ten and a half days. My hand is a little itchy, so I'll play with you! "

In his voice, Wu De has already launched an attack first.

He is a high-level fighter at the prefecture level. He has extraordinary eyesight. He can see the key of the sword array at a glance. Therefore, the target of attack is directly at Taoist priest Qingxuan.

Taoist priest Qingxuan is the eye of this sword array. The whole sword array is destroyed under his command. As long as Taoist priest Qingxuan can be killed, the sword array will break without any threat.

Wu De moved, and the whole sword array moved with it. Dozens of long swords came out at the same time. The sword light interweaved into a sword net. The fierce sword wind and sword spirit swept through from all directions to the three people trapped in the sword array, as if to cut them into pieces.

The eight trigrams sword array, which is in accordance with the law of heaven, once stimulated, Zhenyuan will continue to grow and the sword moves will continue. It seems that if the three people in the array are not killed, they will never stop.

The ghost hand only felt that the whole body was the shadow of a sword. He didn't know which sword was true or which was false. Moreover, the shadow of those swords was full of genuine yuan and fierce sword spirit. The strength and power of each sword were beyond his imagination.

He couldn't think of a way to break the array for a while, so he had to make full use of the "Buddha's anger gold staff skill" to protect his whole body with Zhenyuan. At the same time, he roared repeatedly and his fists kept bombarding, hoping to break the sword array with brute force.

However, although his fist power was fierce, when he bombarded the heavy sword curtains around him, he seemed to be in a quagmire. He had no strength, and he was even more surprised by the Vietnam War.

Hiss -

hiss -

the cracking sound of the cloth and silk sounded. It was the clothes on the ghost hand that were cut by the sword wind. If it wasn't for the quick body method of the ghost hand, it would have been injured.

In contrast, Wu De, whose strength is much higher than ghost hand, is much easier.

Wu De seems to be a drunk. His body sways left and right. He stumbles and stumbles. He easily evades the heavy sword net that attacks him. Occasionally, his fists and feet attack, and the vigorous Zhenyuan comes out. The movement of the sword array around him will be stagnant.

Wu De could have easily broken out of the small Bagua sword array, but he had the heart to play tricks on these Taoists, and kept fighting with them, trying to exhaust their real physical strength.

Fang Bai is undoubtedly the most relaxed one of the three in the sword array. He doesn't even move his hands behind his back. He just uses the dragon's nine day body method and glides leisurely in the sword array. The crisscross and dense wind of the sword can't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Big sword array with eight trigrams!"

Seeing the small sword array, Fang Bai's three men could not help it. Taoist priest Qingxuan's face changed slightly and he burst out again.

He cheered. Among the disciples of Qingcheng Temple who were watching the battle around, dozens of them immediately took part in the sword array with long swords in their hands.

In an instant, the eight trigrams small sword array composed of 7749 people turned into a big eight trigrams sword array composed of 9981 people, and its power increased several times.

The ghost hand was trapped in the small sword array and had some difficulty in dealing with it. At this time, when the big sword array was 10%, he was under greater pressure. Soon his left arm was cold, and he was scratched by the tip of a long sword, and was slightly injured.

Although the three men were divided and surrounded, Fang Bai's divine sense spread over the whole sword array. He knew the situation of Guishou and Wu De clearly.

Wu De, a fat Taoist, is worthy of being a high-level strongman at the prefecture level. Although the big sword array has greatly increased his pressure, he is still able to handle it. However, he needs some time to break the array now.

Fang Bai knew that the ghost hand was hurt, but he didn't help.

For the warriors, the more dangerous and difficult the war situation is, the more experience they can gain in actual combat, and their fighting will be tempered. The greater the pressure the ghost hands bear, the more benefits they will get in the future.

It can be said that after the first World War, the fighting power of ghost hands will be further improved.

Hiss -

hiss -

the sound of clothes cracking is constantly ringing, which is also mixed with the low and miserable hum of ghost hands.

Half an hour later, Guishou's clothes had been broken to pieces, and his body was injured by many swords. Blood was constantly seeping from his wounds and soaked his clothes, making him look like a bloody man.This war was unprecedented fierce for the ghost hand, and the consumption was huge. Although he could constantly absorb the vitality of Yuan Shi to supplement, the speed of supplement was far from keeping up with the consumption speed. Finally, Zhenyuan and his physical strength were almost exhausted. His legs began to float, and the whole person was close to the state of collapse.

Although he knew that master must be on his side, the ghost hand was still gripping his teeth and did not make a voice for help.

When he was about to give up, the ghost hand suddenly produced a kind of enlightenment, and the state cultivation reached a critical point of Jin level.

As long as you give him a moment, he will be able to break through the barriers of the Jin stage and reach a new level, and his strength will advance by leaps and bounds.

Fang Bai sensed the change in Guishou at the first time. He wanted to protect the ghost hand and help him break through. So he stepped forward with one foot and stepped on the ground.

"Get out of here!"

When his right foot landed, Fang Bai opened his mouth and let out a deep and thick roar.

God is like eight barren steps!

The roar of the lion beats the wave!

Fang Bai stepped on the ground like a giant pillar of the ancient god of flood and famine. It seemed that the whole Qingcheng Temple trembled.

The ninety-one disciples of Qingcheng temple, who formed the eight trigrams sword array, were stumbling, and it was difficult to stand firm. The sword array suddenly became disordered.

At the same time, Fang Bai's roar is like an enraged lion, roaring up to the sky.

The sound waves rolled, like invisible waves, and burst out all around, shaking the Qi and blood of all the disciples of Qingcheng temple, dizzy and cracked eardrums.

Some weak disciples of Qingcheng Temple threw down their swords, covered their ears with both hands, and tumbled on the ground with a look of pain.

Even the Taoist priest Qingxuan, who has the perfect strength of Xuan level, turned pale. His body swayed a few times and almost fell to the ground.

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