The outside world realized that the barrier had finally reached a certain limit. Jiang Shangxiu lowered his head and glanced at the guards, and then changed the seal in his hand: "Array!"
In front of the assassination formation, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was originally swarming stagnated, and then formed a powerful cyclone and crashed directly into the black barrier.
On the ground, all the guards who saw Jiang Shangxiu's action were shocked. Lao Qi patted the horse's neck and suddenly shouted: "Brothers, follow me to break the formation!"
The eyes of several generals around Lao Qi dimmed, but they were all a little slower. With this small change, the entire military formation moved forward in unison. Lao Qi became the forefront of the military formation. All the power surged into his body.
At this moment, he no longer had the strength to speak. Before his consciousness completely fell into the dark abyss, the horse, desperate to die, bumped into him again.
"Rumble--"
The huge shock wave spread, and when the raging ripples roared past, it directly tore Lao Qi's figure into a ball of floating blood foam.
When the general behind him saw it, he also ran into him without any hesitation.
Jiang Shangxiu looked away, narrowed his eyes, and looked straight at the formation in front of him.
Three feet away in front of him, the black barrier had rapidly decayed from being as deep as a dark abyss into a layer of fluttering black smoke.
Every time there is more blood hitting it, it becomes weaker and weaker. It is wavering and rootless in the roar of energy, but relying on the influence of a certain force, it has never been broken.
Jiang Shangxiu knew that this was because the formation eye had not been broken yet.
In the formation, the struggle between the demon-suppressing sword and the mask continued.
In the light and shadow of the explosion of sword energy, even the originally invisible darkness was separated into countless pieces of different sizes.
Everyone saw that Xuanwu had been knocked back continuously, but because of the protection of the Taoist-level mask, the aura condensed on his body did not drop too much.
Wang Yeqing moved at this moment, with Huaifenghua following closely behind.
The figures of the two women ran not far away and were completely merged into the darkness of the formation. Mu Qing was worried about their safety and followed them while activating the Demon Suppressing Sword.
"boom."
In the flickering lights and shadows, Wang Yeqingsu threw his hand, and the water-piercing beads dragged out a blue light and shadow, which hit Xuanwu's chest with great speed.
Xuanwu was hit by the Demon Suppressing Sword and kept going backwards. His figure was distorted by the banging sound, and he had no idea how many buildings he had crashed into.
He seemed to have no power to resist, but when the Pishuizhu was only one foot away from his chest, he gave Wang Yeqing a very cold look.
Wang Yeqing felt a warning sign in his heart, and recalled the water-resisting bead without any hesitation. A piece of pitch-black tortoise shell flew out from the diagonal stab, and was about to hit her neck, but it happened to be hit by the water-resisting bead, with a bang. Bumped back into the depths of darkness.
Wang Yeqing groaned, if Mu Qing hadn't been the main force suppressing Xuanwu at all times, I'm afraid even if she recalled the water-proof beads, she wouldn't be able to stop this unexpected blow.
Wang Yeqing deeply reflected on his carelessness just now. It seemed that he had been with a freak like Mu Qing for a long time, and it seemed that fighting over the top had become a common thing.
Only the clear feeling of being close to death again at that moment made her regain her composure.
Even though Xuanwu is already in a very embarrassing situation, he is still a truly extraordinary late-stage player, fully capable of killing them in a critical situation.
A trace of purple light traveled under Mu Qing's skin. He increased his speed to the extreme and soon chased the two women. Before he could speak, Huaifenghua looked serious and said first: "Remember the thing you created with your spiritual consciousness?" A sword?"
With the suppression of the Demon-Suppressing Sword, it was no longer possible for Xuanwu to hide, so Huaifenghua directly released her control of the small sword of divine consciousness.
The reminder in Huaifenghua's words couldn't be clearer. After Mu Qing regained control of the little sword of consciousness, he urged it to shoot at Xuanwu without saying a word.
Xuanwu's eyes narrowed to a slit, but he could not hide the surprise in his eyes.
How dare he be so reckless?
In Xuanwu's understanding, before the spiritual fetus cultivates into a soul, using this kind of spiritual attack is completely a matter of injuring the enemy eight hundred and damaging one thousand. What's more, not only can't hurt the enemy, but if it is not If this spiritual consciousness is destroyed by the enemy, the backlash it will bring is even a hundred times more serious than the damage it causes.
The surprise in Xuanwu's eyes never dissipated, but the movement of his hand did not slow down even half a minute. The tortoise shell that had been hidden in the dark was finally exposed to the sight of Mu Qing and the others, blocking the small sword of consciousness.
"seal up!"
Xuanwu whispered a word, and golden lines suddenly appeared on the originally dark tortoise shell. After these lines were intertwined, a dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed, and a crazy rotating Bagua diagram emerged from the golden light.
Mu Qing looked more serious. The tortoise shell in Xuanwu's hand seemed to contain enough spirituality, breaking through the original limit of the top spiritual weapon and releasing the weapon soul defense.
Mu Qing did not flinch. Under his will, the golden sword of consciousness hit him without hesitation.
After the shadow of the Bagua Diagram was hit, no sound erupted, and it spun faster and faster. After the shadow overlapped, it tore at the golden light blooming on the tortoise shell, like a golden vortex.
The small sword of consciousness sank into the whirlpool bit by bit uncontrollably. This was a result that Mu Qing had never thought of.
He groaned uncontrollably, and the sea of consciousness suddenly changed. Sometimes it was turbulent, and sometimes it was a fiery ice field. This extreme feedback that acted on the illusion of consciousness was becoming more and more intense as the sword of consciousness fell into it.
The pair of eyes behind the Xuanwu mask were extremely bright, and he rarely vented his emotions: "Young people who are so ambitious will only make it difficult to see the road under their feet. Cultivation has always been one step at a time."
From the very beginning of setting up the assassination formation, Xuanwu knew that it would be difficult to kill Mu Qing by himself. He had only planned to trap Mu Qing for a period of time, waiting for Murong Yin's arrival.
And as Huaifenghua and the others entered the formation one after another, Xuanwu, who felt that the chips in his hands were getting more and more, had other ideas.
However, both Wang Yeqing and Huaifenghua calmed down quickly, and his conscious guidance had little effect.
Facing reality, he didn't have much choice, but as he said, did he want to help Mu Qing?
It wasn't until this moment when he finally found peace that Xuanwu got a glimpse of his truest thoughts deep in his heart.
It turned out that when the opportunity to get rid of Mu Qing really appeared in front of him, he wanted to kill Mu Qing more than ever before.
To some extent, enemies actually know each other better than friends.
Xuanwu's eyes suddenly became deep. He held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and spread out the five fingers of his right hand, facing the tortoise shell in front of him.
The expressions of the two women changed greatly. In their field of vision, the Demon Suppressing Sword actually pierced the spirit turtle lying on the mask. This should have been a happy thing, but they both caught a swift and violent breath. Xuanwu's face rushed towards his palm.
People will always face endless choices, large and small, in their lives. Sometimes the people who choose can follow their inner caution, and sometimes the people who choose will get lost in the sudden surge of desire.
Obviously, at this moment, Xuanwu's murderous desire had the upper hand in his heart.
He believed that the mask on his face could temporarily absorb most of the impact for him, and that he only needed time to breathe to shatter Mu Qing's little sword of consciousness.
"break!"
Xuanwu's spread fingers clenched tightly together, and a jet-black beam of light burst out from his palm, directly hitting the rotating golden vortex.
"Zizzizi."
Amidst a sharp tearing sound that could rupture eardrums, the vortex stopped rotating, revealing a clear Bagua shadow. But in the next moment, the Bagua shadow collapsed and shattered.
Under the huge tearing force, the small sword of consciousness, which had been mostly trapped in the shadow, also trembled violently, as if it would collapse together with the shadow in the next moment.
At this last moment, Xuanwu chose to focus his gaze on Mu Qing's face.
He saw Mu Qing's frown and an expression full of pain, but the next moment he was filled with surprise, because Mu Qing's face suddenly returned to calm.
Before he could have any more suspicions, a voice sounded without warning: "Humph!"
This voice was extremely obscure, as if it were separated by thousands of mountains and miles, and also seemed to be separated by the vast and unknowable time and space. Although it was extremely far away, it contained infinite pressure.
At this sound, the great vigilance cultivated by Xuanwu Taoism for many years collapsed before it had time to dissipate.
In his increasingly rigid thinking, he could only vaguely sense that this soul-shaking pressure came from a realm he had never seen before.
