It's just that at this time, the sword formation is integrated, and the eight flying swords have the same momentum.
Ding ding ding..........
Between the electric light and flint, the ethereal flying sword and the five-color dragon-headed stick collided together at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The misty flying swords faced each other tit for tat, not giving in at all. The five-color dragon-headed stick is getting faster and faster.
"It's so fast." Lu Xiaotian was secretly surprised. Even with his eyesight, he could not keep up with the speed of the five-color dragon-head stick. After looking at it for a while, Lu Xiaotian felt dazzled. Moreover, there was some faint yellow light emitting from the five-color dragon-headed stick, which also interfered with Lu Xiaotian's sight.
My eyesight alone is unable to cope with the power of this five-color dragon-headed stick. Lu Xiaotian's heart trembled, but he didn't panic at all. He simply closed his eyes and let out his consciousness.
Ding ding ding, the Piaomiao Flying Sword's response, which had seemed a bit slow at first, became tight again.
"Boy, what is the name of your sword formation? Why have I never heard of it?"
The five-color dragon-headed stick was trapped in the misty sword formation, rushing left and right and unable to get out of the formation. Xiang Kuang couldn't help but wonder a little. The opponent's sword formation looked elegant and agile, but it was secretly sharp. Moreover, the connection between the eight flying swords is extremely tight. What makes Xiang Kuang even more frightened is that with his current strength, if he uses the means of a great monk, he can forcefully break the formation. But as he had said before, when only using the same level of magic power, there was no flaw to be found in this sword formation. At least, with his eyesight as a great monk, he could not see the flaw.
"Although this sword formation is not as powerful as my Liuhe Dagan Formation composed of six golden flame tiger-headed ants, a considerable part of my Liuhe Dagan Formation still relies on the strength of six golden flame tiger-headed ants. These six The golden flame tiger-headed ant comes from the same nest of ant eggs. He has raised it with secret methods for hundreds of years before it has the power it has today. But when it comes to the formation Ronghe, it is inferior to Mr. Dongfang's sword formation. This sword formation is integrated and has infinite potential. If time passes, if he grows to the level of a great monk, I still don’t know how powerful this sword formation will be."
At this time, not only Xiang Kuang, but also the head of the Mangxiao family was a little frightened when he saw the sword formation. "With the dignity of a great master of alchemy, there is no need to worry about lack of resources for cultivation. If he becomes a great monk, I'm afraid it will be... The other Xiang Kuang has few rivals among his peers. How did Mr. Dongfang practice?"
"I got it by chance from a secret realm. As for its origin, I don't know very well." Venerable Piaomiao's name is in the Blue Devil Sea, but his name is not small. Even though this is Chiyuan Continent, there is no guarantee that there will be no one there. I have heard that although with the strength and status of Xiang Kuang and the Mang Xiao family head, it may not be appropriate to rashly switch to swordsmanship, but it is better to do less than to do more.
"What a set of extremely sharp sword formations. With Yuan Ying's early stage of cultivation, the combined force of these flying swords can compete with Xiang Kuang's five-color dragon head. It can be seen that refining the spiritual materials for this set of flying swords is not simple. . He is worthy of being a great master of alchemy. He has already collected such a sword array in the early stage of Nascent Soul."
The head of the Mangxiao family secretly speculated.
"Yes, yes, your understanding of this sword formation is far better than Mang Heitan's understanding of the Luoshizi Liuhe Dagan Formation. Although the single-handed flying sword is not strong, it is integrated into one, and there is no flaw to be found."
Xiang Kuang saw that no matter how fierce his five-color dragon-headed stick was in the sword formation, it was always blocked by the opponent's flying sword, and he was unable to escape for a while. Xiang Kuang laughed loudly when he saw Lie Xin's joy, "You kid, you are not sincere. With this sword formation, even in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, there are not many people who can stop it. You asked me to only use Nascent Soul Initial strength. It's really a good calculation, but my five-color dragon-headed stick is not so easy to mess with."
"Transform into a dragon!"
Xiang Kuang shouted again, and the five-colored dragon-headed stick roared loudly. The head of the stick trembled and shook into five shadows. Each foot-square shadow twisted and stretched rapidly like clouds, and finally formed a giant dragon with a common body and five-colored heads of red, orange, yellow, green and blue.
"No, this is not the transformation of an ordinary psychic magic weapon. These five dragon heads feel like one real demon cultivator, or maybe five of them!" Lu Xiaotian looked at the transformation of the five-color dragon head stick. The five-colored dragon looked solemn.
"Hehe, if you can force me to use such means, you are much stronger than that black charcoal." Xiang Kuang laughed again, "Bite!"
"Roar!" Each of the five dragon heads raised their heads and roared. Although they were still trapped in the sword formation, the ferocious aura was intertwined with the sword energy, and they started a unique battle.
The aura of the ferocious dragon was violent, the sword's intention was elegant and hard to fathom, and it was entangled for a while. The five-colored dragon could no longer hold it back and pounced ferociously toward the ethereal flying sword.
There were roars, swords whistling and dragons roaring, eight misty flying swords in the air at once, and five fierce dragons with completely different colors fighting each other to kill each other.
The eight flying swords and the fierce dragons were fighting each other. The surging sword energy and magic power caused the gravel on the ground to fly away and the yellow dust to billow.
Five ferocious dragons came and went, strangled with flying swords from the air to the ground, made a few noises, and then emerged from the ground and flew into the air.
The distance between the eight flying swords was stretched wider and wider. Lu Xiaotian smiled softly and knew what this crazy idea was.
"Strange thing!" Xiang Kuang saw that although the distance between the eight flying swords was tens or hundreds of times wider than before, the eight flying swords echoed each other from a distance, and the attacks they withstood would be diluted by each other. The opponent's understanding of the sword formation may be extremely profound, but as a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, the sword formation is stretched to a radius of more than ten miles, and it is strangled with his own five-color dragon-headed stick, but it is not affected. It is not difficult for a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul to have his soul cover a radius of more than ten miles, but covering this area is completely different from fighting. Especially when controlling eight flying swords at the same time, the wider the range, the greater the requirement for spiritual consciousness. The higher it is, once the control of the flying sword by the consciousness is slightly affected, the use of mana will naturally be greatly reduced.
This is the difference between the great monks in the later stage of Nascent Soul and the early stage. The strength of the great monk's soul, the strength of his soul, is far superior to that of the early stage. No matter how powerful the magic power is, it still requires divine control when it is allocated to a psychic weapon. If the spiritual consciousness cannot keep up, no matter how strong the magic power is, it cannot be properly guided and distributed among the eight flying swords, and the sword formation will be broken in the blink of an eye.
Xiang Kuang originally had this wishful thinking, but what surprised him was that even if he spread the sword array to a radius of more than ten miles, Lu Xiaotian could still operate the sword array with ease.
"Mr. Dongfang's soul is actually so strong that even when he forced Xiang Kuang into the second form of the five-color dragon-headed stick, he didn't lose at all." The head of Mangxiao's family watched the battle from the side and became more and more frightened.
"Brother, you are not going to break the formation in this way. If so, I will just admit defeat." Lu Xiaotian saw that the five-color fierce dragon was showing signs of killing outside. Although he could still hold on, he could directly let the other party test it. Lu Xiaotian is not willing to exceed the strength of his Yuan Shen. After all, the Yuan Ying monk's Yuan Shen strength is limited. He has practiced the Yuan Mysterious Method for many years, so he is far from comparable to monks of the same level.
