Qin Fengming, who was trapped in the magic circle, certainly didn't know anything about the outside world.
Although facing the trapped body formation, he had no idea what kind of formation it was, but he also knew at this time that this formation might be a trapping formation. Its own attacks are definitely not extremely powerful. Otherwise, as soon as he enters the magic circle, he will be violently attacked.
Looking at the huge ** formation with energy fluctuations flashing rapidly around him, Qin Fengming frowned, but he did not dare to stay in this formation.
The people in the demon world are not reliable allies. It would be extremely unrealistic to expect the other party to break the formation. If you want to escape from this magic circle quickly, you have to rely on yourself.
When he raised his hand, the talisman in his hand was not sacrificed, but a colorful sword light flashed out.
"Boom!" With a loud sound, I saw a huge array covering the wall. At the moment when the sword light was about to touch the covering wall, thick energy traveled rapidly on the covering wall, and a huge wave of energy was heard. The black energy suddenly appeared, and in a flash, it blocked Qin Fengming's Qingyan sword light.
Looking at the huge wall that was not shaking at all, Qin Fengming was not shocked at all, but a smile suddenly appeared on his young face.
At this time, he was even more certain that the magic circle he was trapped in was a passive defensive magic circle. Although Qin Fengming was slightly shocked by the defensive power, he was not afraid of this kind of formation.
With a move of his hand, the thunder talisman has disappeared. With a movement of the magic formula in his body, with his hands waving, streaks of sword light shoot out in all directions like water bursting from a dam.
Looking from a distance, Qin Fengming seemed to be like a huge sword mass. In just an instant, hundreds of colorful sword lights were fired out in all directions.
Qin Fengming's movements were exactly the Thirteen Styles of Piaoliu Sword Technique that he had learned when he was a child.
When he was in the Jingyun Sect's formation, he had already integrated the Qing Yan Sword Technique into the swordsmanship in the secular martial arts world. Now when he used it again, the power was already many times more powerful than before.
Hundreds of sword rays, which were comparable to the blows of a monk in the late stage of transforming into an infant, were unleashed by Qin Fengming using the Thirteen Styles of Piaoliu Sword Technique, and struck the huge restricting wall around him almost simultaneously.
"Boom! Boom!~~~" Hundreds of huge roaring sounds resounded within the huge wall at the same time.
Following the sharp strike of the huge sword light, a crisp explosion sounded amidst the huge roaring sound.
The seemingly powerful trapping formation was easily torn apart by Qin Fengming's attack and was destroyed before his eyes.
There are hundreds of Qingyan swords that are comparable to a single blow from a great monk, and their power is so great that even a monk at the peak of Huaying would never dare to face its peak and resist it.
Even if the senior who originally created the Xuanwei Shangqing Jue had seen Qin Fengming's move, he would have been stunned on the spot, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
A monk's secret technique is generally based on the monk's own magic power. The deeper the magic power, the more powerful the secret technique is. But asking a monk to launch hundreds of secret attacks in a moment is absolutely difficult for most monks to do.
To activate secret techniques, it takes a certain amount of time to accumulate mana before it can be used.
As for Qin Fengming's Qing Yan Sword Technique, although it may be slightly inferior to the same secret techniques in terms of one-hit power, it is a different approach and its rapid activation is difficult to compare with other secret techniques.
Although the mana consumed by each activation is extremely huge, for Qin Fengming, mana is the thing that he is least afraid of consuming. Even if it is consumed like this for several days, there will be no sign of depletion.
The power of this wave of attacks is no different from that of dozens of late-stage Huaying Daxiu attacking the formation at the same time. Facing such a powerful attack, no matter how tough the formation is, it will definitely be broken in an instant.
Although Qing Yan's sword light looks extremely sharp in breaking through this array, it is absolutely difficult to have such an effect if it wants to attack a great monk. Because the sword light is out, it cannot change its direction at will. With the skill of a great monk, he can easily avoid it.
As the huge wall in front of him disappeared, a dozen feet away from where Qin Fengming was standing, a middle-level Ghost Lord monk with a blank expression suddenly appeared.
Looking at the figure of the young monk in front of him, this middle-stage ghost king monk could hardly believe what was happening in front of him.
Holding a jet-black formation disk with various marks already showing in his hand, this mid-stage ghost king monk had no sparkle in his eyes.
With this magic formation in his hand, Taishang Ancestor once said that even if a cultivator at the top of Ghost King enters this magic formation, it will definitely be difficult to break out of it in an instant.
But the young monk who seemed to be the only one in the early stage of the Ghost Lord in front of him only fell into the magic circle and broke out of the formation before even half of the incense sticks arrived. Thinking back to the hundred or so powerful attacks that the young man had launched just now, the middle-stage ghost king monk no longer had the slightest desire to fight with them.
"Hmph, you should be damned if you managed to get Qin into the magic circle."
Suddenly seeing the magic circle being broken, Qin Fengming's face turned cold. As a master of magic, he was trapped in the magic circle by the opponent, so he was extremely angry.
His body swayed slightly, and he was already standing in front of the middle-level ghost king monk who was still a little sluggish. With a raise of his hand, a forbidden energy had already entered the monk's body. With a wave of his hand, the middle-level ghost king monk freed himself. Disappear.
Looking at the hundreds of monks fighting together hundreds of feet away, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed with sparkle, and he had an idea. After whispering a few words in his mouth, his body flashed and flew towards the Yin Sect monk.
Faced with these monks from the ghost world who came to his door, Qin Fengming would certainly not have any kind thoughts.
As his body moved, it was like a faint five-color light and shadow, and it was revealed in the crowd of hundreds of Jiyin Sect monks.
As soon as the three great monks left, the monks of the Yin Sect, who were several times the same as the demon monks, surrounded the demon world people who had formed two magic circles. Under the leadership of more than a dozen ghost king monks, they also formed themselves. After gathering four magic circles, they started to fight with the monks from the Demon Realm.
The combined attack formation of the monks was so powerful that it was not something that a beginner or mid-level Ghost Lord monk could resist. However, as soon as the two formations came into contact, everyone in the demon world was shocked.
The monks in the ghost world mainly focus on driving magic weapons and secret techniques, while the people in the demon world are good at cultivating their bodies. The power of the magic circle formed by the two parties is obviously strong and weak. The people in the demon world use their own shortcomings to fight against each other with secret arts attacks. There is no chance of winning.
With the opponent's situation several times greater, the Yin Sect suddenly gained the upper hand.
It seemed that as long as the bombardment continued for a moment, the magic circle formed by hundreds of demon commander monks in the demon world would be broken by the Yin Sect monks who were three times the number of our own.
At this moment, there was a flash of light, a loud noise, and a human figure had invaded the formation formed by hundreds of ghostly handsome monks.
I saw a band of five-color light flashing in the crowd, and the hundreds of ghostly handsome monks who had been standing there just disappeared in an instant.
