Han Feng also took off and flew straight to the edge of Moyun Mountain, overlooking the enemy camp in the distance.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
There were strange sounds behind him, and large rays of light emerged. Teams of war teams flew into the sky, forming a large battle formation in the air. The aura was extremely majestic, and a black dragon emerged, more than ten miles long, coiled around High in the sky, Moyun Mountain continuously rushes out thousands of black airflows and merges into its body, making it stronger and bigger. The surrounding space is distorted, and thousands of black cracks emerge. Hiss.
"Roar……"
The giant black dragon suddenly roared loudly, shaking all directions.
Han Feng knew that it was time to attack, so he immediately rose into the air and swooped down. His momentum was like a rainbow, his whole body was shining brightly, and he turned into a big sword. The sword energy spurted out and made a buzzing sound.
With a snap, he took out the broken sword, clenched it with both hands, and placed it in front of him. Echoing the sword energy around him, the white light flashed and was extremely sharp.
The void in front was cut open by the broken sword, like tofu, without any resistance at all, and roared.
Naturally, Mu Xiagong and Mu Tianzong detected such a formation immediately. When they reacted, a patrol team formed into a formation, and their auras gathered together to form a fire python-like existence. It opened its bloody mouth and defied the heavens. Then he went up and bit at Han Feng.
Han Feng turned a blind eye and continued to rush downwards. Before the fire python could get close to his body, it was chopped into pieces by the energy of the broken sword and scattered.
"ah……"
Dozens of people in that patrol team were all strangled, screaming in agony, and the whole army was wiped out.
Han Feng's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the three powers merged into one. Driven by the broken sword, an extremely bright white light rose up, burning like a white flame, shining in all directions.
The blood mist they exploded was washed away by the flames and turned into nothing.
Han Feng rushed down as usual until he hit the blue and green light curtain of the enemy's battle formation. Thousands of sparks immediately erupted and hissed non-stop.
This was the weakest link in their battle formation, but even so, Han Feng still couldn't break through it for a while.
However, the monks below suffered a disaster. Hundreds of low-level disciples exploded one after another, like firecrackers, shining like fireworks. They looked beautiful, but in fact they were miserable and bloody.
"Move the formation nodes for me!" A formation master shouted, organizing the monks to change their positions, trying to change the weak links.
Han Feng was overjoyed and had been waiting for this opportunity.
The more they adjust, the more weaknesses will appear in this process. His soul power spreads freely. At this moment, he found the weak point and immediately changed direction and attacked there.
"Don't mess around..." The half-step psychic formation master suddenly appeared, glanced at the situation above, was startled, and said quickly.
Unfortunately, his warning was already too late!
The sharp light of the broken sword in Han Feng's hand rose sharply, and with a hissing sound, it pierced a formation light curtain and continued to expand. He rushed in without hesitation, and the terrifying aura spread out, directly blowing hundreds of feet inside. The low-level monks within the range exploded with loud bangs and evil spirits.
"Looking for death!" Immediately, a large number of monks swarmed in and besieged Han Feng. Various attack lights shot out, almost drowning him.
However, these attacks did not leave the slightest trace on Han Feng's body at all. They were all blocked by the golden light on his body without even a ripple.
Han Feng had no expression on his face, and with a wave of his hand, black fire marks appeared in the sky with a swishing sound. In an instant, they flew in front of the monks and exploded one by one, scattering into thousands of black flames and engulfing their group. Hundreds of monks were all burned to ashes, not a single one was left.
Han Feng activated the magic technique in his hand, and the black fire all over the sky merged into one, turning into a black python, soaring into the sky, hitting the light curtain hard, and opening its gap like a rag. It seemed to be stretched wide, revealing a large gap, almost completely broken.
"Oops, block it for me. It can't be broken!" Those formation mages became anxious and rushed over. They quickly made seals with their hands and shot out streaks of light, which went up to the sky and into the earth, trying to fill the hole.
But at this moment, a large force from the East Eight Branches arrived and swooped down, carrying a huge power. A black dragon wandered unsteadily outside, and suddenly jumped down and attacked the entrance of the cave, instantly destroying this layer of light. The curtain was completely broken, with a loud bang, the entire formation was shattered, and a large number of monks were blown away, causing countless casualties.
After the black dragon entered the enemy's camp, it swung its head and tail and swept through thousands of troops. Wave after wave of monks were killed, and blood mist spread out. They were in chaos and shouted endlessly.
"Divide into formations!" A majestic aura came out, and it turned out to be the half-step psychic formation master. He was wrapped in a ball of silver light, holding two long formation flags. , with one hand pointing towards the ground and the other towards the sky, terrifying talisman power shot out in all directions, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
The monks below got the order, and under the leadership of many alchemy monks, they quickly stabilized their position and began to swim, orderly changing into two formations, one of which was the Tiangang Bagua formation, and the eight hexagrams such as Qiankun They were all filled with monks, and a Bagua picture slowly rose up, shining with blue light and showing extraordinary momentum.
The other formation is the Tai Chi Xuanqing Formation. There are thousands of monks at each pole making spells and casting spells. One side of the Tai Chi pattern hangs high, with a clear light like water and auspicious energy flowing.
Both formations are huge, covering thousands of miles in radius. One node must rely on special sound transmission magic weapons to communicate with the other to ensure that each one does its job, each occupies its position, and uses the most powerful force in an orderly manner. .
"Combined attack!" The half-step psychic formation master waved the flag in his hand and began to direct the two battle groups to attack the black dragon transformed by all the elite monks of the East Eight Branches.
An overwhelming amount of attacks poured out, boiling and flooding the entire Moyun Sect.
The Moyun Sect was not a vegetarian either. Thousands of monks who had returned to Yuan Dynasty and above worked together and used all their strength to push the black dragon outside to the extreme. The black light on the body turned into a sharp sword and chopped it off. Go out and block the attacks of the two opposing battle groups.
At this moment, Han Feng seemed to be in the center of the storm, but he was hurt because he moved and skillfully reached the black dragon's forehead. White light shone all over his body, and the giant sword condensed seemed like a giant sword. Its horn, as it shook its head, slashed out horizontally from time to time, causing great pressure on the two battle groups. The sound it erupted was like thunder rolling in the sky, the void cracked, and dark cracks spread, The wind was raging, sweeping across the fields.
