Nan Lingsha looked at the crowd on the hill and frowned.
There were more people in the Nine Armies Tombs than she had imagined. They clearly wouldn't give up on any of the brocade boxes so easily.
"Roar roar!!!!!"
The dragons roared. Among them were countless dragon herders. Half of the hill was instantly occupied by huge dragons and ancient dragons. Many azure dragons were circling in the sky!
The roars were deafening. Since their target was Zhu Minglang, these dragons charged up the hill and breathed at the top of the hill!
The dragons breathed, and energy of different colors could be seen gushing out from the mausoleum mountain!
Flame breath, frost breath, light breath, thunder roar, trembling roar, sonic boom roar......
Colorful breaths of destruction interweaved above Mausoleum Mountain to form an incomparably terrifying scene.
Facing the dragons' breaths, Zhu Minglang swung his sword at the air.
This time, his sword was a bit slow, as if he was drawing something with his sword.
"Eight Trigrams Sword!"
Following the completion of Zhu Minglang's last stroke, at the place where his sword had passed, a green pattern suddenly appeared. It was an Eight Trigrams stage!
Nan Lingsha looked at the sword mark in surprise.
Wasn't that the Eight Trigrams Platform she had drawn in front of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's villa?
However, Zhu Minglang had drawn it in the air with his sword technique. The Eight Trigrams Shield formed by the sword mark was even more stunning!
The Eight Trigrams Great Sword was like a huge mirror barrier. All of the breaths and roars were blocked by this sword move. One could see that the surging elemental energy, the tremors of battle techniques, and the impact of mystical arts were all mixed together, forming a wanton energy storm around ten meters in front of Zhu Minglang. Yet, it was unable to harm Zhu Minglang who was within the Eight Trigrams Great Sword and Shield.
"Roar!!!!!"
The golden dragon was above the hill, above Zhu Minglang's head.
Its tail drooped down and began to stir vigorously.
Overturning Rivers and Seas!
The golden dragon was using its Azure Dragon Arcane Technique.
Even though there wasn't a single drop of water here, what the Golden Sky Dragon stirred wasn't a real river or sea, but rather a sea of wind and wind. It was precisely everything in this universe!
Golden air currents were surging.
Golden waves of wind swept across.
The Golden Sky Dragon's Azure Dragon Profound Technique surpassed all of the Dragon Beast's breaths, its power was even stronger than the sum of the Master Rank Dragon Beasts' breaths.
The heavy stone coffins, boulders, and statues in the tombs couldn't withstand the turbulence. They rolled around without any pattern and collided with each other. Some were even directly crushed into pieces!
Zhu Minglang was at the very center of Jin Qionglong's Azure Dragon Profound Technique. At this moment, the Eight Trigrams Qi around his body finally dimmed a bit and was being disintegrated by Jin Qionglong's Profound Technique.
However, he didn't seem to be worried at all.
He glanced at the dragons and humans that were swarming over, then at Nan Lingsha.
"Actually, the Fallen Sword Formation isn't a formation. It's a sword technique," Zhu Minglang said to Nan Lingsha.
"Watch carefully. This is the first sword!"
Zhu Minglang naturally knew why Nan Lingsha could only copy four of the Fallen Sword Formation's swords. It wasn't that her cultivation level wasn't high enough, but that she had misunderstood the true essence of the Fallen Sword Formation!
Nan Lingsha's eyes were bright, but she was also focused on him.
The Fallen Sword Formation was one of the few paintings that she had mastered. She had many doubts in her heart.
After all, just the power of the Fallen Sword Formation's four swords was enough to defeat the Remote Mountain Sword Sect's head disciple, Yun Zhonghe. If she could understand the true essence and soul of the Fallen Sword Formation, she could unleash even more power from this painting!
The first sword.
It was a huge sword.
The Stegosaurus in Zhu Minglang's hand wasn't a huge sword.
However, just as Zhu Minglang raised his hand, Nan Lingsha saw a mountain-like shadow appear behind Zhu Minglang.
The sword shadow was like a mountain, and its aura was terrifying!
Zhu Minglang finally lowered his sword. He saw a real mountain-like sword shadow fall from the sky like a thunderbolt.
The mountain-like sword shadow fell straight down, passing right over the Gold Sky Dragon's body. The Gold Sky Dragon's back seemed to be pressed down by the mountain, and it plummeted to the ground!
The mountain-like sword shadow fell onto the slope like a monument with some kind of suppressive power.
For a moment, the ancient dragons and huge dragons charging over the slope seemed to be under the weight of Mount Tai. They found it difficult to move, unable to withstand the sword pressure, and prostrated themselves on the ground!
The suppressive feeling swept over them. The mountain-like sword shadow stood tall, and countless dragon shepherds had fallen on the slope of Mausoleum Mountain.
Every single one of them was like their dragon beasts, carrying a heavy stone sword on their backs. No matter how determined they were, they couldn't break free from the sword shadow's suppression!
"This is the second sword," Zhu Minglang said again.
The second sword was pointed.
The slender sword was like a white snake of Qi. It quickly shot out from the highest point of Mausoleum Mountain, and turned into a white python in front of Nan Lingsha's eyes!
The python twisted its body and swept in all directions. It was agile and full of power. The flying dragons hovering in the sky were all swept down by the python of Sword Qi!
Many dragon shepherds were on the backs of their flying dragons. Originally, they had escaped the suppression of the mountain-like sword shadow because they were high up in the sky, but they didn't expect Zhu Minglang's second sword to be so fast. The python of Sword Qi was like a divine python that reached the sky. The sky was so vast, but not a single dragon could hover in it!
"The third sword!"
Zhu Minglang's sword was suddenly pulled back, and the force of the pull made the mausoleum tremble.
Nan Lingsha noticed that there were countless strands of Qi on Zhu Minglang's sword. Those strands of Qi seemed to have sucked away all the air around him when he withdrew his sword.
Immediately afterward, a terrifying sword cry could be heard on the Tomb of the Nine Armies. It was as if thousands of soldiers and horses were galloping from afar, or as if a real tsunami was rolling over. Everyone who was in the middle of it felt dizzy and dizzy, as if their internal organs had been dislocated, and they were in extreme pain!
"The fourth sword!"
Following Zhu Minglang's shout.
For some unknown reason, countless terrifying cracks had appeared on the nine mountain peaks of the Nine Armies Tomb Mountain. Looking from the top of the walls and city towers, the Nine Armies Tomb Mountain seemed to have been torn apart by something. In some places, there were even shocking fissures that appeared!
On the city tower, Yun Zhonghe, the chief disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, was dumbfounded.
He looked at the Mausoleum Mountain that had been torn apart by Zhu Minglang's fourth sword, then slowly turned his eyes to his martial uncle, Wu Feng, next to him.
No one had ever told him that the Sword Meteorite Formation was a sword technique!
Zhu Minglang's every sword was clearly displaying the characteristics of every ancient sword in the Sword Meteorite Formation …
Giant sword, cloud sword, howling sword, cracking sword!
When Nan Lingsha drew the Sword Meteorite Formation, the four sword shadows were obviously different. However, Zhu Minglang was displaying the true power of the Sword Meteorite Formation!
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