Not to mention the early Nascent Soul stage, even the middle Nascent Soul stage cultivator might not be able to set up such a sword formation after spending hundreds of years.
Now after the silver-haired cultivator put away the sword formation, he took out a set of almost equal celestial weapons. The attack might look sharp and not elegant enough, but it was heavy and solemn.
The guy in front of him could no longer be judged by common sense. Even if he had enough financial support, how many people would have the courage to cultivate two sets of celestial weapons with such amazing power in his body at the same time? Looking at the time, it would take at least a hundred years. What was strange was that this person had cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. It was truly inconceivable.
The old man with the arrogant nose and the female cultivator in the colorful dress looked at each other again. After the shock, they looked bitter. Their strength was inferior, and at this time, they were in the formation. There was no other way.
At this time, the power of the Blood Cauldron Demon Refining Array was not exerted much. With the two's shrewdness, they could naturally guess Lu Xiaotian's thoughts. After Xiang Yihang suddenly turned hostile, they thought that Xiang Yihang had ulterior motives. They did not expect that the silver-haired young man's calculation was no less than Xiang Yihang's.
While the silver-haired young man was fighting with Xiang Yihang, he still had the strength to control this powerful formation. At this time, the two of them could only fight with the two remaining mirage beasts according to Lu Xiaotian's words.
Otherwise, Xiang Yihang would not be afraid of the formation after taking the strange elixir. The two of them did not have this kind of elixir. And the two of them saw with their own eyes that Lu Xiaotian had other Nascent Soul stage cultivators to drive the formation.
"I'd like to see how many psychic celestial weapons you have!" At this time, Xiang Yihang was furious. He thought that everything was under control. After Lu Xiaotian made a blood oath and killed the leader of the mirage wolves, he would take down Lu Xiaotian and take back the formation.
He also had some Nascent Soul stage cultivators. After taking over the formation, he used the formation to threaten the old man with the arrogant nose. The two of them worked together to kill the remaining two mirage wolves, which were not too strong. If possible, it was not impossible to kill these two guys afterward. He, Xiang Yihang, would be the final winner.
But he did not expect that things would change again. Who knew how many trump cards this silver-haired brat had? He flipped through them one after another.
The Purple Bladed Leaf was being suppressed by the Seven Storied Pagoda. Even he could feel the enormous pressure of the seven-storied pagoda collapsing like a mountain.
Xiang Yihang was glad that he had managed to severely injure the Eight-footed Demonic Ox Beast. Otherwise, he would not have been a match for the silver-haired youth and the Demonic Ox Beast.
Other than his Violet Blade Gold Treasure, there was also the Dragon Scale Sun Sword. Xiang Yihang's eyes were filled with ferocity. The Sun Scale Sword whistled as it shot towards Lu Xiaotian, intending to heavily injure Lu Xiaotian in one fell swoop.
Lu Xiaotian opened his left hand, and two fire luans flew out from his palm. They were none other than the Fire Luan Phantom Spirits.
Two Fire Luan Illusionary Spirits, one on the left and one on the right, flew to intercept the Dragon Scale Sun Sword. The two Fire Luans and the sword fought fiercely in the air.
Lu Xiaotian looked at Xiang Yihang with a cold expression. "What other moves do you have? Why don't you show them to me?"
Xiang Yihang's face was ashen, and his eyes flickered. At this point, his confidence in winning had disappeared. This Lu Xiaotian's spiritual power was pure, and his moves were endless. He had given his Blood Cauldron Demon Refining Formation to the gloomy youth, but he did not expect it to fall into Lu Xiaotian's hands. Otherwise, no matter how powerful Lu Xiaotian was, he would not have been able to survive.
Little did he know that even if he had this formation, Lu Xiaotian also had a way to break it.
Ding! Several Purple Bladed Leaf fell to the ground under the pressure of the Demon Sealing Pagoda, losing much of its spirituality.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed with killing intent. The seven Demon Sealing Pagoda spun faster, and the Holy Black Pagoda blocked the Purple Leaf Blade. Then, it was the Holy Light Pagoda with a completely different aura.
Xiang Yihang's breathing stagnated. The seven Demon Sealing Pagoda kept switching, and their attacking methods changed slightly. There was no time for him to adapt. But they were all one, and could not be broken. At least, he could not break it with his current strength.
"Die!" Xiang Yihang's angry expression suddenly turned into a sinister smile. A black needle as thin as a cow's hair had floated to the back of Lu Xiaotian's head. The black needle trembled, and was about to pierce into the back of Lu Xiaotian's head.
But the smile on Xiang Yihang's face froze again. Lu Xiaotian's hand was covered in silver armor. He directly reached behind him and caught the flying needle.
"What other moves do you have? Come at me again!" Lu Xiaotian laughed heartily. Although there were many changes, overall, it was still under control. Before, he did not have a clear understanding of his own strength. He had fought with a Nascent Soul early stage and a Ghost King mid stage expert, but he cultivated the Seven Floor Pagoda and had the Brahma Luo Spiritual Fire, which had a strong restraining effect on ghosts. Ordinary Ghost Qi could not touch him.
When human cultivators fought with ghosts, they disliked the sinister Qi of ghosts. Once it touched them, their combat strength would inevitably be affected. Naturally, he could not use his battle record against ghosts to measure his strength.
Now that he was fighting with Xiang Yihang, a mid Nascent Soul cultivator who was not weak, even without the help of the formation, Lu Xiaotian was not afraid at all. It was not impossible for him to kill this person.
Even his "Shadow Severing Needle" was in Lu Xiaotian's hand. Xiang Yihang was so angry that he vomited blood. He had suffered a double loss in this battle.
"Ding, ding …" Another dozen Purple Blade Leaves were shot down by the Demon Sealing Pagoda. Xiang Yihang was shocked. A fiery red bead flew over.
"Thunderclap Thunder Fire Bead!" Xiang Yihang's expression changed when he saw the fiery red bead. Normally, this Thunderclap Thunder Fire Bead would not be much of a threat, but now he had used up a lot of his magical power. At the same time, he had to face someone as strong as Lu Xiaotian. A moment of carelessness and he would lose everything.
"Boom!" The Thunderclap Thunder Fire Bead exploded. A pillar of fire rose, and the lightning was frightened away. It shook Xiang Yihang's Golden Cauldron Armor.
With the Golden Cauldron Armor's defense, he did not suffer much damage. However, under the Thunderclap Thunder Fire Bead's explosion, he bore the brunt of it, and his magical power circulation became sluggish.
For Xiang Yihang, who was still in the middle of a battle, the consequences of his magical power circulation being sluggish was self-evident.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Seven Floor Pagoda pressed down like a mountain, sweeping away all the Purple Blade Leaves he shot out.
"Seven Pagoda Combine!" Lu Xiaotian growled. The seven Demon Subduing Pagodas swayed and merged into one. Each pagoda had seven floors, and each floor exuded a different kind of solemn and majestic aura. The pagoda blasted towards Xiang Yihang.
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