There were six more child formations, and he could complete the seventy-two child formation Skyring Moon Chime Formation!
Nan Men Yang's next attack, even she wouldn't dare to face it head on!
Chang Heng was curiously wandering around the formation. Like him, the yellow-faced man was also doing the same.
As though they felt the threat of Nan Men Yang, the rings of light that had been swimming freely started to gather at Nan Men Yang's position.
Under the grip, this sword xiu instantly gave a wail, his eyes rolling back as he fainted.
Zuo Mo was already beyond furious. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before this Skyring Moon Chime Formation would be broken by this savage's brute force!
Yu Bai was like a gust of wind, his face black as he searched for Nan Men Yang's figure inside the formation.
Yu Bai's black face became even more black, that pair of eyes flashing with a heart-shaking cold light. He unhesitatingly turned and flew in the direction of Nan Men Yang!
A xiuzhe had just tried to use a flying sword to attack the crescent moon hanging high in the sky.
Once he completed the seventy-two child formations, the power of the formation would multiply, and it would have another ability that he was extremely interested in, control. It wasn't that he had never controlled formations before, but those were just some simple formations. He had never controlled such a complex and enormous formation before. The difference in power between a formation that was controlled and one that was not controlled was like the difference between heaven and earth.
Hee hee, this was just the beginning!
The golden light on his body exploded, enveloping him in a thick golden light. Even that large sword seemed to be wrapped in a tangible golden light. His hair stood up. He looked like an angry golden lion.
The formation was about to break … …
Countless earthworm-like formations on the armor of the seal soldier suddenly lit up. His thick left leg heavily stomped on the ground, causing the ground to shake. His right leg silently retreated, his right fist reaching his chest at some unknown time. The lower half of his body formed a bow, his prepared right fist was like an arrow that had been shot out. Facing the golden sword energy, it heavily punched!
Roar!
It was strange. This formation was just about ten mu in circumference, yet the people inside the formation seemed to be in a vast wilderness. Sometimes they could encounter each other, but most of the time they could not.
But if Zuo Mo lost, his flying sword … …
"You don't say, this Zuo Mo is to my liking. He's aiming for the seventy-two child formations. Oh, he's quite decisive. " Wu Ling Sanren said with a smile, "The setup of this formation might be very rough, but for a zhuji cultivator to be able to persist in setting it up, I have a whole new level of respect for him."
"Die!"
Unexpectedly, this action seemed to have angered those seemingly gentle and harmless Halos! First, a ring of light swiftly enveloped his body. Once the ring of light landed on his body, it abruptly tightened. Who would have thought that these seemingly fragile halos would actually contain such astonishing power!
Who should I look for? That Chang Heng looked pretty strong …
His voice was like a lion's roar. Nan Men Yang glared angrily, the golden light on his body growing brighter. Gripping the enormous sword with both hands, he viciously chopped at the seal soldier.
His thinking was very simple. If he couldn't break this thing, it meant that he didn't use enough strength.
Just as everyone was shocked, a black gold rope suddenly fell from the sky and wrapped around the unconscious xiuzhe.
Nan Men Yang raised his golden pupils and grinned, looking indescribably ferocious! At this time, he had completely sunk into a frenzy. Anyone that appeared in front of him would be torn to pieces by him at the first instant!
"Oh, is the formation going to be broken?" Zong Ming Yan thought disinterestedly. He waved the plum branch in his hand. Maybe he should go find an opponent.
In the sky above the formation, the two judges were casually chatting, only occasionally glancing at the formation. Of the two judges, one was wearing a blue robe, a scarf tied around his head. His name was Wu Ling Sanren. The other person was wearing ling armor, his presence imposing. His name was Wei Fei, an expert that had been famous in Sky Moon Jie for a long time.
The seal soldier felt Nan Men Yang's fighting spirit and threat. The blurry face revealed a pair of eyes.
Wu Ling Sanren shook his head, "Such a talented disciple, which sect would not view him as a treasure?" As he spoke, his expression was extremely desolate. He had long wanted to find a disciple that he liked, but had never found one. His present disciple worked hard at the sword, but had no interest in formations. The study of formations had always been Wu Ling Sanren's pride. Right now, there was no one to teach it to. How could he not be troubled?
Pei Yuan Ran also felt a great headache. With the situation like this, he didn't think about victory or defeat. In his view, victory or defeat didn't matter much, but this boy, Zuo Mo, how should he be taught?
"Ha ha! Sanren doesn't need to be troubled! This Zuo Mo wouldn't join another sect, but Wu Kong Sword Sect would have a great headache! "Wei Fei's words were full of schadenfreude.
"Born to fight!"
For these ningmai xiuzhe, achieving jindan was their dream, but they knew the difficulty of this pass. Ningmai could be considered the backbone of Sky Moon Jie, and only those that reached jindan could be considered experts. Every year, there were countless people who failed at this stage, but no one would back down. If they could pass this, then they would be like a fish leaping over the dragon's gate, flying high in the sky. Other than that, there was also the endless life that could be extended. Everyone wanted to live longer.
Just at this time, a change suddenly occurred.
If Wu Kong Sword Sect allowed Zuo Mo to become his disciple, he was willing to spend any amount. But he knew this wasn't impossible. Even normal sects definitely wouldn't agree, much less Wu Kong Sword Sect that was determined to restore the prestige of their sect.
Inside the [Skyring Moon Chime Formation], Nan Men Yang was really angry! He struck seven or eight times in a row, but it disappeared without a trace. It didn't seem to have any effect on the formation.
Gui Feng's movements were mysterious, appearing and disappearing.
Does ge have a grudge against you?
Inside the formation, the experts weren't stupid. They all had their own little calculations.
Without a doubt, after this battle, Zuo Mo's reputation in the area of formations would reach a new height.
"Ha ha!" Hearing this, Wei Fei teased, "It's a pity that Pei Yuan Ran and the others won't give this disciple to you. It's a bit of a pity. If he could learn from you for a few years, no one in the younger generation would be able to surpass him in formations. "
Even any of the xiuzhe inside the formation wouldn't dare to take Nan Men Yang's blow head on!
Zuo Mo's heart jumped. The formation was enduring a huge pressure. He hadn't thought that Nan Men Yang would act as though he was insane, one blow after another, each blow stronger than the last!
Right now, this problem youth was going to become very famous, very famous! Thinking that there was a problem youth in the sect that was extremely famous, extremely wealthy, and extremely talented, Pei Yuan Ran felt like he was a mouse dragging a turtle, unable to start!
In their eyes, Zuo Mo was a problem youth, extremely difficult to deal with.
Even more importantly, if he could control such a big formation, how satisfying would that be!
Everything in the formation was covered by his consciousness. He naturally knew that the xiuzhe was being attacked.
Golden sword energy vs golden light fist!
Her heart was filled with hopelessness!
However, he did not raise his head. He could not be distracted.
Luckily, he channeled his ling power and managed to stabilize himself.
Wei Fei's words weren't wrong!
An indifferent voice sounded in everyone's ears and then became silent.
The fame of the Ice Dragon Sword was not famous in the ears of the normal xiuzhe of Sky Moon Jie, but for them jindan xiuzhe, it wasn't unfamiliar.
An equally ferocious roar sounded from inside the formation. A golden armored giant with a blurry face came down from the sky, landing heavily in front of Nan Men Yang.
Everyone knew that it was the appraiser hiding in the shadows that had acted and saved this xiuzhe. The appraisers of this last round were all jindan xiuzhe. Once they acted, it was obvious that they were not ordinary. The formation that everyone had been confused about seemed to be unstoppable, and came and went as they pleased.
Feeling Nan Men Yang's astounding fighting spirit and strong presence, everyone knew that his next attack would be earth-shattering!
The presence that Nan Men Yang released was too strong, like the sun in the dark night.
Su channeled her ling power, the magnetic force forming an extremely small magnetic shield around her to protect herself. Luo Li continued to wait for his prey. Even though his Void Realm had been compressed to a very small area inside the formation, but he still did not move. His mind had started to think about how to expand his Void Realm inside the formation.
Wu Ling Sanren was a rare sword xiu that was skilled in formations, which was why Wei Fei had said so.
Zuo Mo also heard the appraiser's words, but at this time, he didn't have any thoughts of admiration. He almost swore out loud! When the appraiser's voice had abruptly come out, it had scared him so much that his hand almost shook, and almost broke the child formation that he had been setting up.
Other than shock, everyone couldn't help but yearn. In terms of cultivation, jindan and ningmai might only be one level apart, but the difference in power between the two was tens of thousands of li!
His eyes became a deep gold as he stared at the rings of light in the sky.
It wasn't just Zong Ming Yan who had such thoughts. Nan Men Yang's presence was too astounding. Even someone as inattentive as Chang Heng couldn't help but change expression.
The dignified and deep voice rumbled through the low clouds like muffled thunder.
But they could only be jealous for a moment. They were young, and even if their talent was exceptional, their cultivation was still shallow. Of these one hundred xiuzhe, there were only a few that had entered the intermediate stage of ningmai. And it was harder to increase one's cultivation as one progressed. It was extremely difficult to become jindan before the age of fifty.
And Su's expression changed dramatically!
Indifferent, pressuring eyes!
"Unconscious, judged as failure, out of the competition."
Su hurriedly passed through the formation. Where was that damned guy hiding?
Seal soldier!
It was over!
These two people had the idea of defending and counterattacking. It was just that one was active, one was inactive.
He knew he couldn't bury his head in setting up the formation like before. If the formation was broken now, then there was no meaning in him setting up the formation.
Nan Men Yang was completely enraged!
Only Nan Men Yang howled angrily, each strike of his broadsword faster than the last, viciously chopping at the rings of light. No one went near him. Damn, looking at Nan Men Yang's ferocious appearance, and his frenzied expression, anyone that came near would be cut down by his sword.
He still didn't know that Zuo Mo was so poor. The jingshi that Zuo Mo had won last time was an enormous sum of wealth. Even a sect leader like Pei Yuan Ran would never have thought that Zuo Mo would spend it all like he was crazy!
A condensed golden fist of light left his hand, like a heavy hammer, its presence like lightning!
Compared to the ease of these xiuzhe, the fighting between the other xiuzhe inside the formation was much more vicious.
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