The five elders of the Great Snow Mountain glanced at each other one last time, their aura rising to the peak. Then, with a roar, they charged into the formation together. The scene in front of them suddenly changed, becoming an awe-inspiring mountain of swords. The five elders were all suspended in the air, surrounded by streaks of silver sword light. Opposite them was an old man with a sword on his back, sitting cross-legged in the air. Behind him were a hundred sword cultivators, each holding a sword in their hands.
"Haha, Nan Zhan's way of the sword, let me experience it first..."
The old sword cultivator in the air was the great elder of the Bitter Sea, Yun Yao. Seeing the five elders enter the formation, he sneered, his sword in hand.
"Fellow Daoist Long, I'll have to trouble you to hold off the Formation Master. Wan Luo will draw the power of the formation. Fellow Daoist Chu and I will hold the Formation Eye and protect Old Daoist Zhang. He will open the Formation Aperture. There are still nine more formations behind.
Let's charge into the formation as fast as we can. "Elder Huqin shouted. The five elders changed their formation. Long Jianting was in front, Huqin on the left, Chu Taishang on the right, and Old Monster Wan Luo at the back. Zhang Daoyi of the Great Snow Mountain Ghost God Valley was surrounded in the middle.
"Wouldn't it be a joke if we let you charge through the first mountain so easily?"
The great elder of the Yun family of the Bitter Sea, Yun Yao, roared. His sword spread out like the tide, and the dense sword qi enveloped the five elders. Looking at his imposing manner, it seemed that he wanted to defeat the five elders by himself. Behind him, the hundred sword cultivators also spread out, ten to a group, guarding the formation eye. But as soon as they spread out, their figures disappeared. But in the formation, there was no place that was not covered with swords. Sword qi surged from all directions.
"Yun family of the Bitter Sea... Let's see how my way of the High Void is!"
"Shua!"
Long Jianting of the Sword Washing Hall did not care about anything else at this moment. His eyes were fixed on the sword master, Yun Yao, and he struck with his sword.
At this moment, the Sword Qi around him surged, and an invisible blade swept through the sky, splitting a dark cloud that blotted out the sky into two. Behind the cloud, the sun shone brightly, and under the light of the sun, Long Jianting held his sword with one hand and rushed towards the main cloud of the first formation that was indescribably vigorous. His sword robe fluttered in the wind, and there seemed to be an indescribable sage-like air about him. The cold light on his sword illuminated the void.
Rumble!
In the first formation, smoke and clouds surged, and endless sword qi soared into the sky.
The Sword Qi within the formation tore through the smoke and clouds, flashing endlessly and surging through the sea of clouds.
"How dare you show off your Sword Dao in front of the Yun Family of Misery? Go back to Nan Zhan and train for three thousand years before coming back to challenge the formation!"
Ten minutes later, Yun Yao, the Great Elder of the Yun Family of the Bitter Sea, shouted. Long Jianting staggered back, gasping for breath. Under his sword robe, there was blood that gathered and dripped down like rain. The few elders who were doing their best to break the formation were all shocked. Old Monster Wan Luo, who was finally stabilizing the power of the formation, roared and wanted to rush forward to help.
"I'm not dead yet!"
Long Jianting waved his hand to indicate that he didn't have to help, and then he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and said with a smile, "If you're not dead, then you haven't lost!"
He seemed to have been seriously injured, but after taking a few breaths, he suddenly laughed loudly and attacked again. The whistling sword Qi rose again.
"You're actually fighting to the death without retreating? You're digging your own grave! "
The voice of the Great Elder of the Yun Family, Yun Yao, was mixed with a hint of murderous intent. The sound of the divine sword and the dragon roar was incessant, and once again he fought with Long Jianting. To break through the formation of this level, there was a need for someone to defend against the Formation Master, and also to push the operation of the formation. More importantly, there was a need for someone to stabilize the source of the formation, so that the formation would not operate as it wished. Otherwise, the pressure would multiply. Moreover, the operation of the formation could not be completely suppressed, and the murderous intent would emerge at any time along with the operation of the formation. Therefore, there was a need for someone to defend against these murderous intents at all times.
The distribution of the five elders of the Great Snow Mountain was naturally not a problem, but Yun Yao was dissatisfied.
Only one person to deal with him?
These wild cultivators of Nan Zhan, did they think too highly of themselves?
With anger in his heart, he attacked even more fiercely. Rays of sword Qi were like waves, pushing forward wave after wave.
Long Jianting was already at a disadvantage, but he did not care about his life as he released sword Qi, forcibly withstanding all the attacks of the Formation Master, not allowing his old friend to be affected. Under this kind of desperate fighting style, his eyes seemed to be releasing a vast expanse of white sword Qi. Behind his back, there were wisps of white mist rising, almost like immortal clouds. As he activated his sword Qi, the sword in his hand trembled, like the sound of immortal music.
"Huh? Desperate? The sword you're using now is slightly interesting, but it's not enough … "
Yun Yao coldly scolded. The sword Qi slowed down a little, and then it was activated again.
However, he did not expect that, he originally wanted to use his sword Qi to force Long Jianting to retreat, so as to prevent him from breaking the formation. He did not expect that Long Jianting, like a mad demon, changed his sword Qi, and rushed directly towards him. His sword Qi seemed to be disorderly, and he did not even care about the four Daoists behind him. He did not care about his own life, and every move was aimed at Yun Yao's vital points.
"You … You're messing around. How can you break a sword formation like this?"
Yun Yao was also flustered for a moment, and was forced to retreat a few feet.
Long Jianting rushed over after him, and said in a cold voice, "I'm not here to break the formation today!"
"Boom!"
He slashed out with his sword, shaking the void. He used almost all of his strength to slash out this sword.
Facing this sword, Yun Yao could only slightly block it with the edge of his sword, and his body was shaken so much that he quickly retreated like a paper kite.
And Long Jianting flew over, sword Qi like a waterfall, "Today, I'm here to help my disciple vent his anger!"
Boom!
With such a straight forward momentum, he temporarily separated from the four old men behind him, and there was no one to guard his back. Within this formation, as the formation operated, there was biting cold sword Qi surging, and in an instant, his back was injured. As blood splattered, his sword Qi was already stained with blood Qi, and suddenly turned into a blood dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. With all of its strength gathered in one place, it directly swooped down towards Yun Yao.
"You're courting death!"
Facing this sword, Yun Yao was embarrassed and angry, just like a normal person facing a lunatic. Impressively, he did not try to use his sword to break the sword, but instead spread out his hands, and then brought them together in the middle. Immediately, the power of the entire sword formation was drawn, and it directly rushed towards Long Jianting who was in the center. As the formation master, he could control the power of the entire formation, so how powerful was its power? Impressively, he wanted to force Long Jianting to retreat in a sorry state.
It was just that he did not expect that Long Jianting actually did not retreat, and allowed himself to be corroded by the power of the sword formation, and a blood dragon was displayed perfectly.
"Chi chi …"
Yun Yao's chest was hit by the sword, and blood stained his dharma robe. He staggered backwards.
And Long Jianting's body was also hit by countless sword Qi, and his Golden Core was shattered, and he slowly fell down.
"Fellow Daoist Long …"
The four old men behind him also shouted in shock, and rushed forward with all their might. And Zhang Daoyi, who was surrounded in the center, also took advantage of the fact that the entire formation's power was drawn by Yun Yao to deal with Long Jianting, and grasped a thread of opportunity. In an instant, he found the strange operating pattern of the formation, and then his divine sense shot out like lightning into the sea of consciousness of the surrounding three old men. At this moment, the four old men rushed forward, and Elder Huqin hugged Long Jianting. The other three old men's figures were like illusions, and they appeared around Yun Yao at the same time, each holding a Dharma Seal, and whistled towards Yun Yao who was surrounded by them.
"So that bastard was using his life to fight for a chance to break the formation …"
Yun Yao was greatly shocked, and knew that they had already grasped the operating pattern of the formation. At this moment, the formation could no longer trap them, and looking at the hatred on the faces of these three, it was clear that they were going to join forces to injure him. Not daring to fight back, he took out a command flag, and hurriedly waved it. The surrounding sword mountains scattered like illusions, and the one hundred swords of the Yun Family all fell to the ground, revealing the original small path …
"I passed!"
Yun Yao shouted as he waved the command flag. He watched helplessly as the murderous aura of the three elders approached his eyebrows, and only then did he slowly retract it.
At this moment, on the mountain path, the Huqin elder hugged Long Jianting. This elder was the youngest among the five elders, but he was about to be the first to die. However, his eyes were still staring at Yun Yao with hatred, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. His voice was so cold that it was as if he had been fished out from a sea of blood, "You should be glad that you're trying to break through the formation. Otherwise, I'll definitely explode my Jindan right now, and drag you to die with me …"
"Are you crazy? Since when did my Yun Hai have such a great enmity with you? "
Yun Yao was angry and hateful, and he almost roared and shouted.
"The girl your Yun Family's son crippled was this old man's disciple …"
Long Jianting shouted with great effort, "No one can bully my disciple, not even the people of China!"
"Your disciple …"
Yun Yao was stunned, and he remembered something. He remembered the great swordsman of the Yun Family of the Bitter Sea, Yun Du, who was still lying on the bed.
"Do you know how difficult it was for me to find such a good seedling? Do you know how much effort I've spent to nurture her? In the future, when she grows up, she'll be a sword immortal that's a hundred times stronger than me. She inherited my swordsmanship, and she'll push my swordsmanship to the pinnacle of the world. But she … such a good seedling, was actually crippled by your Yun Family … crippled! "
Long Jianting's face was ashen, but he still scolded agitatedly, and the anger in his heart was hard to suppress.
"Then do you know? My Yun Family's rare swordsmanship prodigy, was crippled by your junior, Nan Zhan? "
Yun Yao couldn't help but shout, and his anger was almost more violent than Long Jianting's. "What's worse is that my nephew, until he was crippled, he didn't even have time to draw his sword … He's a natural swordsman, but he actually lost to that little devil's scheme. He didn't even draw his sword, and he was already defeated … And, he'll never have the chance to take revenge …"
"So …"
Long Jianting said with a wry smile, "He's a good kid, I'm not as good as him …"
In the midst of the laughter, the expression of Nan Zhan, the number one great swordsman in the Chu region, froze, and his life force was drained away.
"Fellow cultivator Long, in the future, when Nan Zhan becomes a great swordsman, the five of us will be the ancestors, and you will be the first!"
The old man with the Huqin sheathed the sword in Long Jianting's hand and helped him to sit up cross-legged. He then placed the sword beside him and looked at each other. None of the old men spoke. After bowing to Long Jianting, who had passed away at the end of the first formation, the remaining four old men continued to walk forward. Their hearts were a little heavy. They had lost one person in the first formation. Even though Long Jianting had deliberately sought death, it was still shocking.
It was like a sign that something bad was about to happen.
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