While he was hesitating, the enemy's formation had already surrounded him. Ouyang Feng snorted and separated his palms. Following the principle of capturing the leader first, he rushed towards the bearded Taoist.
Who would have thought that the formation's secret was to lure the enemy to attack the commander. The smaller formations would then take the opportunity to attack from the east and west, from the south and from the north. The enemy would fall into a trap. Ouyang Feng had only run seven or eight steps when he felt the situation was not good. The pressure behind him increased and the two sides were also attacking.
He was about to turn to the right when the two small formations in front of him sent fourteen swords stabbing towards him. The positions of these fourteen swords were all grasped perfectly, leaving him with no room to dodge or evade.
Song Qingshu's eyes flashed. It seemed that he had underestimated the Quanzhen Sect. Although apart from Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong, it would be difficult to find any other skilled fighters, just by relying on this mysterious formation, they would be able to stand tall in Wulin.
Ouyang Feng was the 'Western Poison' so naturally he would not be affected by such a small amount of danger. He leaped forward, his right leg flew out and his left hand stretched out, kicking one of the Taoists and at the same time he snatched his sword.
Seeing the seven swords on his right waist, he waved his left hand and the eight swords collided with each other. A 'ka la' sound was heard and the seven swords were broken into two pieces. The sword in his hand was unharmed.
The sword he snatched was no different from the other swords; it was not a particularly sharp sword. But he had used his internal energy to break the opponent's seven swords.
The two 'Big Dipper Formations' on the side immediately moved forward to protect him. Ouyang Feng saw that the fourteen Taoists had used their left hands to support their Taoist companion's right shoulder. The fourteen of them had combined their strength into one. He couldn't help but become arrogant. "You think I'm afraid of you?" He waved his sword and stuck it to the fourteenth Taoist's sword.
The Taoist tried to snatch it but the sword in his hand seemed to be stuck to the anvil of a cauldron and did not move an inch. The other thirteen Taoists circulated their internal energy and wanted to combine their strength to break the enemy's defense.
Ouyang Feng felt the strength in his hand increase and laughed coldly. "Break!" His right arm shook and a 'ka la' sound was heard. It was as if he had pushed down a huge object. The fourteen swords were all broken.
The fourteen Daoists spat out mouthfuls of blood and fell back into the formation. Their faces were filled with shock.
Because of this, the Daoists were even more cautious and their attacks became more stable. Although the 21 Daoists had lost their weapons and were heavily injured, they could still move their palms like the wind and their power did not decrease.
Ouyang Feng could feel that the enemy's defense was becoming more and more solid, and he was very surprised. He did not know what new innovations Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji had made in the "Big Dipper Formation" in the past few years, but even he felt that it was somewhat troublesome.
As a matter of fact, he was the grand Western Poison, if he casually sprinkled some poisonous powder, vipers and the like, this formation would collapse on its own. However, he wanted to take this opportunity to understand the mystery of this formation, in case the Quanzhen Seven Masters were to activate it in the future. If by any chance some brilliant change occurred, he would not be able to disarm it in a hurry, and that would be too shameful. Therefore, from the beginning until now he did not use any heavy hand.
The long-bearded Daoist saw that he was gradually gaining the upper hand, and thought that Ouyang Feng's technique would stop here. He smiled coldly in his heart, and pushed the formation even more tightly.
Ouyang Feng continued to observe for a while, and saw that the opponent was not holding back anything in the "Big Dipper Formation". He laughed evilly, and suddenly crouched down, and moved to the northeast corner. He saw the two small formations in the southwest following him like a shadow. His fingertips trembled, and in the blink of an eye he stabbed his sword fourteen times. Fourteen cold stars flew out at the same time, and each sword pierced the 'yang gu' acupoint on the outside of a Daoist's right wrist.
Song Qingshu secretly nodded his head. The Western Poison Ouyang Feng was not known for his swordsmanship, but his martial arts had reached such a high level that he had already mastered ten thousand techniques. His sword moves just now were obviously the highest level of swordsmanship; the sword moves were like the wind, like lightning, but they did not miss the slightest bit. It was as if he had shot out fourteen secret projectiles at the same time.
The Daoists cried out in alarm, and then felt pain in their wrists. Their fingers lost their strength, and the fourteen swords fell to the ground.
Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly leapt back. They looked at their wrists, and saw that they were bleeding profusely; the tendons in their hands had probably been cut off.
The long bearded Daoist was enraged, "Your Excellency's methods are vicious."
Ouyang Feng laughed coldly, "They really don't know what's good for them. I have already been merciful by not cutting off their hands."
Song Qingshu laughed bitterly, he knew that Ouyang Feng was speaking the truth. He guessed that it was because of his previous orders that he didn't use too much force. After all, the tendons in their hands had been cut, and although they couldn't wield a sword, as long as they paid attention to their daily lives, they would be no different from a normal person.
But Ouyang Feng had just injured their people, and to say such things to them would be too much of a mockery.
As expected, the Daoists from Chongyang Palace were enraged, and the long bearded Daoist didn't say a word. He immediately gave orders, and tightened the formation. He thought that with ninety-eight Daoists surrounding him, even if they squeezed him to death, if they didn't turn him into meat paste, how would they be able to avenge their comrades?
Ouyang Feng didn't mind, his left palm slanted, and his right palm pushed out to the left. The seven Daoists from the Big Dipper Formation caught it. Ouyang Feng rushed to the North Star position, and the second Big Dipper Formation followed.
At this time, there were fourteen Big Dipper Formations, and fourteen North Star Constellations. Ouyang Feng didn't have the ability to split himself, so he couldn't occupy all fourteen positions at the same time. But he used his lightness kung fu, and as soon as he occupied the North Star position, he immediately moved to the second formation's North Star position. He did this a few times, and his movements were fast. To the people watching, it was as if there were fourteen Ouyang Fengs. Very quickly, the Big Dipper Formation started to show signs of chaos.
The long bearded Daoist saw that the situation wasn't good, and quickly gave orders for the Daoists to scatter far away, stand firm, and wait. He knew that if everyone followed the opponent's movements, the opponent's movements would be fast, and they would be able to disrupt the formation. But if they stood firm and did not move, the fourteen North Star positions would be far away from each other. No matter how fast the opponent's movements were, it would be difficult for them to occupy all the positions at the same time.
Qiu Qianren who was at the side couldn't help but exclaim, "Chongyang Palace really has a deep foundation, any random fourth generation disciple is so proficient in formations, and his reactions are so fast. Young master, since these Daoists are not moving, why don't we take this opportunity to go to Chongyang Palace? "
Song Qingshu nodded his head, "That's a good idea. Brother Feng, I'll have to trouble you here."
Ouyang Feng replied coldly, "Brother, you go first, I'll be right there."
Hearing that these people didn't even put them in their eyes, the group of Daoists were enraged. The long bearded Daoist coldly laughed, "A toad yawning, what a big tone."
Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, so the opponent had unintentionally offended him. His famous technique was the "Toad Stance", so sometimes Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and Huang Rong would call him a stinky toad. These people were fine, they had all known each other for a while, so they could be considered acquaintances. But this Daoist in front of him was only a fourth generation disciple of Chongyang Palace, who did he think he was?
Ouyang Feng's face sank, and he squatted on the ground with his hands bent to his shoulders. His throat emitted a gurgling sound, and his stomach expanded and contracted. His entire body was like a giant toad that was about to pounce.
Song Qingshu sighed, "To think that Brother Feng would be so angry, these Daoists can only pray for their own good."
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