Tang Xingfeng was immersed in the wonderful feeling of the Bahuang Sword Formation and the Five Elements Sword Formation confirming each other. He couldn't stop at all. He didn't interrupt his state until he heard Jian Dingkun's urging.
"Did you rush me?"
Tang Xingfeng heard the words and nodded to Jian Dingkun. He suddenly realized that except for him, the other seven people had condensed light yellow sword aura. The sword auras were long or short, especially Jian Teng's was the most dazzling. The length has reached two feet.
Is this the desolate sword energy?
Tang Xingfeng was slightly confused. He stared at the sword energy on Jian Teng's fingertips. Although this sword energy was strong, his intuition told him that it was obviously not the real desolate sword energy.
As for why he had this intuition, it was naturally because he understood the entire sword formation, and with the help of the surrounding residual formations, he got a first glimpse of the original formation from the simplified sword formation.
The simplified sword formation only condenses the 'pseudo desolate sword energy'.
Of course, Jian Teng also knew that this was a fake sword energy. Before the remnant soul of the Desolate Sword Saint died, he passed on the Eight Desolate Sword Formation and this simplified sword formation to him, telling him that the simplified sword formation is comparable to the fifth-grade primary formation!
If it is the true desolate sword energy, depending on the cultivation, swordsmanship and formation realm of the people present, probably no one can condense it.
With this fake sword energy, it is still powerful enough.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a subtle movement was heard in the space. This imperceptible sound was the most familiar to everyone present.
"Huh?"
Jian Dingkun's eyes narrowed and he smiled slightly. It turned out that it was Tang Xingfeng who had finally condensed the desolate sword energy. Although Tang Xingfeng was holding back, fortunately, it didn't seem too serious and there was still progress. Under control.
Xue Changhe, on the other hand, looked a little unhappy. As the leader of the mighty Blood Moon Sword Sect, Tang Xingfeng was just a junior, but the gap between him and him was not that big.
"Chief Tang, that's very good."
Jian Dingkun encouraged him.
He was about to withdraw his gaze when something unexpected happened. The buzzing sound continued and he could no longer look away. He and Xue Changhe were the first to see a horrifying scene.
The sword energy condensed on Tang Xingfeng's fingertips was growing larger and longer at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, the length of the sword energy exceeded an inch!
Faintly, the desolate sword energy condensed by Tang Xingfeng was slightly different from the other seven sword energy. It was not pure light yellow, but mixed with a trace of khaki.
"impossible!"
Xue Changhe lost his composure due to shock. He said in shock, he paused to concentrate his sword energy, and stared at the sword energy at Tang Xingfeng's fingertips with his eyes. That sword energy had surpassed him and Dongfang Lin.
"How is this going?"
In addition to Xuechanghe and Jian Dingkun, the other five people also cast surprised glances.
Because the sword energy at Tang Xingfeng's fingertips continued to grow rapidly, and soon the length of the sword energy exceeded two inches, surpassing Master Tianshuo and Old Man Tu Feng.
"this……"
Among these people, old man Tu Feng was the calmest. After all, he was the most familiar with Tang Xingfeng. His disciple Qi Muxian's injury was something that even he could do nothing about, but Tang Xingfeng healed it.
How could such a method be unusual? Old Man Tu Feng smiled lightly and continued to concentrate his sword energy.
"drink!"
Tang Xingfeng shouted, not caring about others. He understood the entire simplified Eight Desolations Sword Formation. The more he had a hazy feeling about the original formation, he followed his heart and completed it in one go!
Buzz buzz...
After a while, everything settled. Now, Jian Dingkun was not calm, but he was speechless.
The sword energy at Tang Xingfeng's fingertips has soared to three feet long, longer than Jian Teng. No one would have thought that Tang Xingfeng was the first to condense the sword energy.
Immediately, Tang Xingfeng flicked his finger, and the sword energy dissipated out of thin air. He tried it, and condensed three feet of sword energy close to his limit. Even if he could go further, he would not do that, because the second step of the Eight Desolations Sword Formation' Fusion' is the key, and the three-foot sword energy is the basis for the fusion of sword energy.
He opened his eyes and found seven eyes looking at him, as if staring at a monster.
"Ahem, seniors, Brother Jian Teng, what are you doing?"
Tang Xingfeng asked the question knowingly. He knew that he couldn't help but was too high-profile...
After the words fell, Jian Dingkun and others recovered from the shock with different expressions.
Buzz!
Jian Teng seemed to be struck, and without saying a word, he began to concentrate his sword energy with all his strength, and then the remaining six sword energy appeared again.
However, Xue Changhe and Dongfang Lin's sword energy had not reached two inches in length. Condensing the sword energy at this time was like eating a bitter melon. The bitterness in their hearts was indescribable, and their face would occasionally twitch.
Tang Xingfeng watched the changes and waited patiently. His mind was on confirming the Five Elements Sword Formation, and he was distracted by feeling the sword light around him.
He waited for five days.
Five days later, the aura here was completely different. Eight light yellow sword auras formed a circle, and six of them condensed three feet of pseudo-sword aura. The aura was extraordinary!
For five days, Ximo Tang did not commit any crimes. Obviously, Jian Dingkun’s guess was accurate. Xi Mo Tang injured a protector. In addition, Jian Teng was here and had the strength of the Ling Sect. Xi Mo Tang knew that attacking There is no chance of winning.
Jian Dingkun was more impatient and rushed to counterattack, otherwise things would drag on for too long and something would inevitably happen again. He decided that the six of them would first understand the next step of the sword formation's fusion, so the eight sword energies would appear at the same time.
Tang Xingfeng also followed Jian Dingkun, seeming to be thinking about the second step of the sword formation. He was just pretending. After all, as a junior, he couldn't say, "You guys practice first, I'm almost done with it."
"Blood Sect Master, Dongfang Lin, hurry up and catch up!"
Jian Dingkun said again that he had urged him like this many times in the past day, especially when he read Dongfang Lin's name, his tone became even more dissatisfied. As the great elder of the Haori Sword Sect, Dongfang Lin was delayed in practicing the sword formation. The legs made him, the leader of the alliance, so embarrassed that he didn’t know where to put them.
Dongfang Lin is proficient in swordsmanship, but unfortunately, he is a little weaker in terms of formation and cultivation. As of now, the light yellow sword energy he has condensed reaches two feet nine inches.
The other person was sitting on the right side of Dongfang Lin. His sword energy was similar to that of Dongfang Lin, but compared to Dongfang Lin, he felt more uncomfortable. He was naturally a river of blood.
"Asshole!!"
Xue Changhe let out a bitter roar in his heart, his face turned slightly red, and he felt ashamed when he heard Jian Dingkun's urgings.
"Oh, my skills are not as good as others..."
Dongfang Lin tried his best, but the last inch of sword energy was the hardest to gather. It took him several hours, but before he could take the last step, he sighed bitterly in his heart.
Buzz!
With only an inch left, Dongfang Lin and Xue Changhe were holding back their breath, holding it back, not letting it escape, as if they were defending their last dignity.
"Condensation!!"
Finally, on the evening of the fifth day, Xue Changhe shouted, and the aura of the fourth-level spirit sect burst out from his body. He condensed it into a three-foot pseudo-sword aura. In an instant, he spat out a mouthful of turbid blood. This was the force he had previously suppressed to attack the heart. The backlash of the disease, he has a deep cultivation level, and after vomiting this mouthful of blood, nothing serious will happen.
"Dongfang Lin, you are the only one missing."
Jian Dingkun said in a deep voice.
Everyone waited quietly for Dongfang Lin. After half an hour, Dongfang Lin barely lived up to expectations. The last one condensed the three-foot pseudo-sword energy. In an instant, an embarrassed smile appeared on his old face.
At this time, the eight pale yellow pseudo-sword energies responded to each other, and the swords pointed at one point. They finally completed the first step of practicing and simplifying the Eight Desolations Sword Formation.
