In the outer formation, a giant man was seen protecting the two people behind him, dancing with a mace in an airtight manner, and took the lead to rush into the inner formation.
The two old sword cultivators had also reached the edge and rushed in after them.
The other two middle-aged men glanced at each other and entered the inner formation.
In just a few sticks of incense, most of the people entered the inner formation.
The chief of the seven tribes walked slowly because he was protecting Liangchen, so he only walked most of the distance, while the others behind him were struggling to move forward in the rain of swords.
The last one was still the young man with the tortoise shell on his head. He staggered forward, making people secretly sweat.
After a cup of tea, everyone in the tribe finally stepped into the inner array. Liangchen felt that the sword lights around him suddenly became sharper, and the number doubled. However, in just a few breaths, more than a dozen sword lights broke through the heads of the seven tribes. The outer defense reaches the inner circle.
Liangchen also began to become nervous, and sacrificed the copper bell that the Tuntian clan leader had given him to save his life. As soon as the bell came out, it hung above his head, swelling in the wind, like a round helmet floating above his head, and he didn't know what it was. mysterious.
Facing such intensive attacks, the formation was almost defeated several times. Everyone could only resist, and it became much more difficult to move forward.
"Find a place to set up your formation."
"Left front area." Chief Tuntian looked around and commanded.
Under his leadership, everyone moved forward step by step, but after only a dozen steps, a stick of incense was taken away.
"Second brother, you take your place and I'll cast the spell." Chief Tuntian shouted to an old man behind him, and then the two quickly swapped places.
After entering the inner circle and losing most of his attacks, he finally freed up his hand and took out a few bronze pillars. The pillars were finger-length and looked small and exquisite.
A powerful silver spiritual energy was slowly injected, and the light flowed on the four small bronze pillars, emitting bursts of dazzling light.
"The four demonic pillars suppress the four directions!" Chief Tuntian raised the copper pillars in the air, and the four copper pillars instantly fell around everyone in the southeast, northwest and northwest directions.
As soon as the copper pillar fell, it seemed to have taken root and sprouted, growing rapidly and taller, and finally turned into a large pillar two feet high and as thick as a person's arms. Four monsters squatted on the top of the pillar, one shaped like a liger, and the other They look like a goshawk, a coiled python, and a green unicorn, all of which look as lifelike as living creatures.
As the four copper pillars took shape, a bronze square light curtain instantly connected into one, covering everyone within it.
There was only a faint sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, clang" as hundreds of sword lights hit the light screen, either reflected back or disappeared.
Everyone felt that the pressure around them suddenly eased, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Liangchen stared at the four copper pillars and found that this formation was somewhat similar to the Four Elephants Sword Formation that he had learned before, except that the monsters guarding the four directions were slightly different, and it seemed that this formation could only be used for defense and had no means of attack. .
"To be able to block so many sword light attacks, he must be an extraordinary person!" Liangchen finally felt more at ease as he watched the sword light being blocked one by one.
But just as he let go of his hanging heart, the light curtain around him suddenly dimmed, and his heart suddenly became hung up again.
"Ah! It seems like this demon pile can't hold up for long!"
"But they probably don't have this only method!"
While Liangchen was guessing, the leader of the Tuntian clan next to him spoke again:
"Clan Chief Yanyang, Chief Abyss, and Chief Feipeng, the three of you will follow me to consolidate the formation, and the rest will be divided into two groups to take turns resisting."
"Okay." Several people responded in unison, then stretched out their hands and landed on the copper pillar.
With the injection of spiritual energy from the four people, the four monster beasts on the top of the copper pillar came to life, spitting out a piece of bronze brilliance towards the light curtain. After a few mouthfuls, the light curtain gradually solidified and became as stable as ever.
Swords fell like rain outside the formation, and there were a lot of discussions inside the formation.
After all, most of the six people who came in with the patriarchs were the descendants of the patriarchs. How could they have experienced such a terrifying sword formation?
They also looked shocked as they watched the sword rays slashing on the light screen, glowing with little stars.
Seeing that the demon pile was stable, Liangchen finally got a chance to look around.
He released a ray of spiritual energy to detect it, but within a moment he looked shocked, shook his head and smiled bitterly,
This divine thought had only reached a few feet when it was shattered by the fierce sword intent in the sky, and it was not even taken back!
"I didn't expect that the sword spirits in this formation would be so powerful, even their spiritual thoughts were suppressed and unable to be used!"
Thinking of this, he could only rely on his eyes to observe the surrounding situation.
An elder on the left is wrapped in a huge ice ball. The ice ball is full of pits made by sword light. The old man holds a double dragon staff and is pouring mana into the ice ball.
Seeing how casual and relaxed he is, it can be inferred that he must be in the late stage of Nascent Soul.
Liangchen couldn't help but take a few more glances, but the old man was in the ice ball, and there was a layer of clear light on his face, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly.
He looked at it for a while, then turned to look elsewhere.
The giant man who entered first held up a large silver shield in front of him. The shield was shaped like a half-moon and emitted a circle of silver light to protect the three of them.
In another place, two sword cultivators were still using their swords to break the sword without giving in. They were back to back, with two flying swords circling and flying in front of them. Because the speed was so fast, it was like there were hundreds of flying swords bringing up afterimages. .
The Master of the Sanhua Palace had already put away the flower basket and held up a large pearl-yellow umbrella. The golden clouds on the umbrella protected her tightly. As soon as the numerous sword lights entered the clouds, she felt as if she was struck by a huge force. Generally spread out directly.
Farther away, Liangchen could only see clusters of auras blooming in all directions, looming in the rain of swords.
Everyone was like pedestrians caught in a heavy rain, hiding from the violent storm in various light shields. For a while, only the sound of clanging echoed in their ears. If you want to chat about "Jumen Scroll" with more like-minded people, follow "Hot Web Articles or rd444" on WeChat to chat with more book friends about your favorite books
