It's like a heavy rain hitting the banana trees, and the strong wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, making a continuous rustling sound.
In such a flash, it turned out to be an hour!
As time passed, everyone realized that the sword formation was becoming more and more terrifying.
Countless rays of sword light carrying the supreme and fierce sword intent struck from all directions as if they were endless.
Even though most of the monks are already in the late stage of Nascent Soul, such a rapid consumption of mana is unexpected and unbearable.
In the square formation where Liangchen was, several tribe chiefs and the people they led were divided into three waves, taking turns to inject energy into the copper pillars. The remaining two groups were constantly recovering their strength, and even so they could barely support the formation.
Although the formation of the four-sided demon stakes has its advantages, it also has its disadvantages.
Because the light curtain is larger to accommodate more than a dozen people, it faces more sword rays. Almost every side has to withstand the attacks of nearly a hundred sword rays. The simultaneous attacks on all four sides of the light curtain have reached a terrifying level!
The leader of the Tuntian tribe adjusted the formation several times during the process. Now the copper pillar has shrunk by half, becoming only one person tall, barely enough for everyone to move around.
But even so, except for the heads of the seven tribes, the remaining people were already heavy in breath, exhausted, and slightly tired.
The situations of those foreigners are different, some are relaxed, some are serious, and some are resisting with all their strength.
The tall man held the silver shield in his hand like a god. He was unscathed by numerous sword attacks. Moreover, it seemed that he still had some strength left, so he seemed to have no worries about breaking through the formation.
The other team of eight people all looked embarrassed and confused, and their moves were not as smooth as before. The various weapons in their hands kept deflecting the sword light, but their movements were much slower.
There was even blood on the arm of one of them, and it seemed that he had been injured by the sword light. If it were like this, he might not be able to hold on until the end.
Over there, an old man in white robes was leading a young man. The young man was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul. I didn't know what the old man's purpose was in bringing him to such a dangerous place.
The old man was seen holding a thick ancient book in his hand. The book was opened from the middle, and a milky white light emerged, covering the two of them, making it quite dazzling.
With the protection of the elderly, young people should be safe and worry-free.
There is a man with a snake staff in the distance. The star shield in front of him is no longer as dazzling as before. The silver flames ejected from the snake staff are also a bit smaller. It seems that resisting for so long consumes a lot of mana.
Next to another man in black armor, the black energy around his body has shrunk by half, with only a thin layer attached to the armor. The two flying knives are still flying in front of him like lightning, but he is still able to do so with ease.
In a corner, at some point, the young man wearing a turtle shell had climbed into the inner formation and lay motionless in the light of countless swords.
Although countless sword lights slashed at the turtle shell, they could not break through the defense, but the sword light contained amazing power, and it must not be easily resisted.
But I don’t know what kind of spell the young man cast. The turtle shell trembled slightly from side to side, but it was never knocked away again.
In a distant place, a group of black mist shrouded, with birds flying faintly in the middle, and an old man was hidden in it.
The old man held the jade slip in his hand, looking around for the sword spirit, trying to carve the three flower seal characters on the sword.
But the sword spirit was not honest and kept wandering around in the formation, making it difficult for him to catch its traces.
In addition, the strokes of the flower seal script are complicated, and you need to use your spiritual eyes and supernatural powers when looking for the sword spirit, so it took him so long to completely carve the three characters, which made him feel depressed and his face was a little unhappy!
"This formation is indeed strange. Although there are many sword lights, it is a sword spirit after all. In addition to the fierce momentum, the power always feels like there is something missing. If a complete psychic sword is used as the formation eye, the power must be natural. Say goodbye!"
He looked at the overwhelming sword light all around and thought in his mind. He suddenly thought of the words "Psychic Sword" and his heart suddenly felt hot. In addition, since he had not been able to seal the three words for so long, he couldn't help but think about the sword spirit again. .
"Even if I can't contain you, I can't let you wreak havoc like this." The old man looked at the trajectory of the sword spirit and began to think of ways.
After a long time, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, and he seemed to have an idea with a smile on his face.
I saw him moving again, and this time his direction was not where the sword spirit was hiding, but towards the place where the sword spirit was first discovered.
With every step he took, countless flying swords shot into the black mist, but they were shattered like lightning by the protruding bird claws. He walked forward step by step, and finally reached the place where the sword spirit was first found. His eyes rotated wildly, and then he gently took out a simple red double-eared tripod.
When he touched the red cauldron, the cauldron was filled with smoke and slowly blurred, and even disappeared before his eyes. He carefully held the small transparent cauldron and placed it on the ground where the sword had previously been suspended. After finishing everything, he walked to another place.
After burning the incense, he finally arrived at the place, took out a talisman, flicked the talisman, and the talisman disappeared quietly, leaving nothing in his hand.
I saw him walking through the sword formation, sometimes stopping to arrange a magic weapon, sometimes counting with his fingers. Such arrangement actually took an hour!
At this time, everyone else in the field looked slightly tired regardless of their level. Some of the treasures in front of them had lost their spirit and been replaced by another one, while some were still shining brightly to protect their masters.
Those few mid-stage Nascent Soul monks who should have been unable to hold on for a long time were still resisting, seemingly a little relaxed.
I saw a few people stepping on Xuan Gang Steps, pushing lotus palms with their hands, interlocking with each other, and forming flowers step by step. They actually formed a mysterious formation to resist the sword light attack!
In another place, two monks in the middle stage of Yuanying were not so lucky. They were cut into more than a dozen pieces by sword light at some point. Even Yuanying was minced and could not escape. There are more than a dozen magic weapons scattered on the ground, some of which are scarred or whose aura is dim.
Looking at the people in the tribe, four people control the formation, and the remaining eight people sit cross-legged in the formation and swallow pills to replenish their physical strength. This cycle repeats all the time.
Except for Liangchen and Chilin who were protecting him, there was no change. Everyone else looked slumped and looked tired.
But even so, the good days are spent restlessly like years.
"If it really takes five or six hours as Chief Tuntian said, then how can we resist it next?"
"I'm afraid if this continues for another hour or two, it will be the limit. It's easier said than done to hold on until the end!" He thought anxiously as he looked at the faces of everyone.
"How long will it take for this sword array to be exhausted?" Liangchen couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
"Uncle just said it would take five or six hours, and I think it will take about three hours." Chilin was also a little uneasy. He looked back at his father who was recovering his strength, and then thought about it for a while before answering.
"Three hours seems too long! If this continues, even if we survive this level, how will we survive the remaining palaces!" Liangchen said with a hint of worry.
"This..." Chi Lin seemed to have difficulty answering his question and remained slightly silent.
"Don't worry, this formation is the most powerful in the first two hours. We have already survived the strongest moment. After all, this formation will only become weaker and weaker without spiritual energy replenishment." After hearing the words of the two people, Chief Tuntian spoke. comfort.
It seemed that it confirmed his words, or it was Liangchen's misunderstanding. The sword light around him was indeed not as dense as before. Seeing this, Liangchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, there was a sudden loud noise, which shocked Liangchen's heart!
"boom!!!"
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