"Sword formation! I wonder how powerful this sword formation is?" someone asked.
"I'm not sure about this. There is a sword spirit in this palace. As long as someone enters the formation, sword light will immediately pass through. Each strike is comparable to a purple-level strike, which is roughly equivalent to the power of a strike from your early Nascent Soul monks! "Clan Chief Tuntian introduced.
After hearing this information, everyone had different expressions, some were surprised and some were indifferent.
The low-level monks like Liangchen had almost frightened expressions on their faces when they heard the news. Those monks with a slightly higher level just had a trace of solemnity on their faces, while those monks in the late Yuanying stage just smiled indifferently after hearing the news. After all, they blocked the early stage of Yuanying. The monk's sword light was easy for them.
"Time is precious, let's go in and break the formation quickly!" A monk who was already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul became a little anxious when he heard this.
"Don't be anxious, listen to me, otherwise not only will you not be able to get out of this sword formation later, but you will also be a drag on us." Chief Tuntian said coldly.
"But what's so difficult about a single attack in the early stage of Nascent Soul?" This person was a little unhappy.
"Having said that, although the sword light in this array is not powerful enough, it is better because there are too many." He continued.
"What's the use of having a large number? Can't you still break through my defense?" The monk was a little unhappy at his verbal warning.
"We named this formation the Ten Thousand Swords Formation!" Chief Tuntian said softly.
"ah!"
"Ten Thousand Swords Array!"
"Could it be that this sword formation can emit tens of thousands of sword lights?"
"!!!"
Upon hearing this name, everyone changed their colors and started talking again.
How terrifying are the sword lights of tens of thousands of Nascent Soul Stages!
Not to mention the late stage of Nascent Soul, even the monks in the realm of transforming gods are not sure to take it!
"Then how to break this formation?" asked a monk.
“This formation is divided into two areas: the inner formation and the outer formation. The sword spirit is in the inner formation, and we must enter the inner formation before we can be teleported to the next hall.
There are two ways to break the formation. One is to find the sword spirit in the inner formation and crush it. The second method is to resist the sword light in the inner formation. When the spiritual power of the sword formation is exhausted, you can break the formation on your own. You can also leave the second one. palace. " said the head of the Tuntian Clan.
"Ah! I wonder how long it will take for the sword formation to exhaust its spiritual power?" one person asked.
"It is said that those seniors who passed this hall used the second method, finding a place in the inner hall to resist the sword light. Because there is no spiritual energy replenishment, this formation will automatically dissipate in five or six hours." The head of the Tuntian clan said.
"Five or six hours! This time is not short!" said one person.
"Can the sword spirit be found?" another person asked.
"No need to ask! Time here is so precious, who would be willing to wait forever? They must be unable to find it and have to wait until the spiritual energy is exhausted." Another person answered.
"That's exactly the truth." said the Tuntian clan leader.
"I have already told you the situation. Let's weigh it up. If you are not sure, it is still too late to stop here. If you enter the formation, it will be difficult to retreat!" Chief Tuntian reminded solemnly.
Everyone was speechless when they heard this. Some of them had a shining armor on their bodies, and some of them displayed a layer of colorful light shields. They all answered his questions with their actions.
"In that case, let's get ready to enter the formation." After finishing speaking, Chief Tuntian looked at Liangchen and saw that he was wearing a piece of dark armor. Then he shook his head and took out a copper bell and handed it over.
"You must follow us closely later. We will help you block the attack. Don't get separated. Your armor is a bit low-grade. You can hold this Qiankun Bell. If you encounter danger, use it. It should hold up for a while.”
"Understood." Liangchen was not polite when he saw this and put the bell away.
After explaining everything, a group of people filed in under the leadership of the Tuntian clan leader.
After everyone entered the hall, the old man following behind looked happy. He once again took out a jade slip and started copying the three characters on the hall.
. . .
As soon as they entered the main hall, everyone felt cold all over!
This kind of coolness is not like the cold feeling in the first temple because of the lower temperature, but it is like being locked by a sharp breath and feeling cool in the bottom of my heart!
Especially for a person with a low level like Liangchen, his back almost felt cold and his legs were weak. Fortunately, he was hidden in the crowd, with several tribal chiefs blocking him, so he felt a little more at ease.
The hall is wide and empty, seemingly peaceful and peaceful, but the uneasiness in everyone's hearts is getting stronger.
"Let's go! Just move forward!" The leader of the Tuntian clan ordered, and the aura of his armor leaked out, and he stepped forward like a god!
As this step fell, the hall suddenly lit up. A scorching sun appeared in the center, and countless rays of light appeared all around. The rays of light were colorful, just like the sun hitting the body in an instant!
"Dangdangdang..."
A series of dense crisp sounds sounded one after another!
Dozens of rays of light struck everyone's shields and armors, or were interrupted casually.
"Ah!" Several exclamations rang out.
Feeling the power contained in the sword light, everyone dispersed with either frightened or solemn expressions on their faces, some in groups of three or five, and some rushing forward alone.
"Seven, seven and forty-nine steps for the outer formation, ninety-nine and eighty-one steps for the inner formation. As long as you reach the range of the inner formation, you will be fine." Chief Tuntian shouted loudly and walked forward.
Liangchen was caught in the crowd and rushed forward. The seven tribe chiefs scattered on the periphery and blocked most of the attacks. The remaining small part was blocked by several other people. He was safe in the middle.
As they advance further, there are more and more sword rays, and almost one person has to face more than a dozen sword rays at the same time.
Under such intensive sword light attacks, the seven tribe chiefs also felt a little tired.
Looking at the other people, a piece of bone armor emerged from the body of the giant man who turned into a bull. He was holding a half-human-high mace and strode forward. Most of the sword lights around him were shattered by the swung mace. The remaining Several cuts left only a few white marks on the bone armor.
Two thin monks followed closely behind him. One held a thin fork and the other held a red silk ribbon. They kept resisting the flying swords. The two were slightly lower in realm, but most of their attacks were blocked by the giant man, and the remaining sword light was not visible. He was interrupted casually by two people.
Not far away, a jet-black armor appeared on the body of a middle-aged man. Seven or eight black auras lingered on the armor, and finally turned into a black mist to protect him. Outside the black mist, there were two cicada-wing flying knives rolling up and down. The sharp sword light smashed into pieces.
Behind him was a middle-aged man holding a snake staff, with a shining star shield in front of him. The snake staff in his hand kept waving and sprayed out more than a dozen balls of silver flames surrounding him. His expression looked relaxed.
The Lord of the Scattered Flower Palace held a flower basket in her hand, and a pink light curtain erupted from the flower basket. She flicked the flower basket, and countless flowers and green leaves flew out outside the light curtain. For a while, the fallen leaves danced lightly and the flowers fluttered to form a flower wall. The sword light slashed. On flowers, they are instantly annihilated at the same time as the flowers.
When the flying flowers were scattered and scattered by the sword light, many flower bones floated out of the flower basket again and flew in front of him.
There were eight monks with strange looks and different figures huddled together, four on the outside and four on the inside. They used various magic weapons to resist the flying swords. They seemed to be very good at joining forces.
Two old sword cultivators walked together, the flying swords in front of them circling and drawing filaments, and the clanging sound kept ringing around them.
The two of them were already in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and they were both sword cultivators. At this time, they naturally resisted the sword light that was a few levels lower. However, the sword light was dense and continuous, which was a little tiring.
Everyone displayed their magical powers and moved forward. A breeze drifted in, and the old man who was writing seals outside the door finally entered the formation.
He sensed it briefly, and then looked at the sword light in front of him, which was like thousands of raindrops. His face was suddenly startled, with a hint of weirdness on his face.
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