In just a few breaths, this land was completely transformed. There were potholes and ravines everywhere. It was no exaggeration to describe it as a vast land.
Suddenly, there was a loud buzzing sound, and the Bagua picture on the right flew up into the sky, moved sideways in an instant, and shed layers of light, like an ocean, drowning the black dragon.
What's even more magical is that at this moment, the secret power of confining the void appears in this sea of light, immobilizing the black dragon. The monks of the Moyun Sect are struggling desperately, and the black dragon is radiating light, trying to break the invisible restraints.
"call out……"
Just at this moment, there was a long roar, and the Tai Chi Xuan Qing picture on the left stood up upside down and slashed over like a sharp sword, as if to cut the black dragon into two pieces.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Tai Chi Xuan Qing Tu failed to cut off the black dragon's body, only because a layer of white light filled the air, blocking its attack.
"Break it!" Han Feng's voice rose up at the right time. He held a broken sword in his hand and raised a giant sword that reached the sky. With the help of the battle formation, he suddenly lifted it up and with a sneer, he lifted up the Tai Chi Xuanqing painting. The figure was slashed, split into two halves, and quickly disintegrated.
The monks of the corresponding battle group were in a mess, and their formation was almost shattered. The formation master was so anxious that he took action repeatedly to stabilize the base of the formation. The brilliant light rose again, and it seemed that he was about to transform into a new one. Xuanqing picture of Tai Chi.
At this moment, the black dragon also moved to break away the ocean of light. With a swing of its long tail, it fiercely attacked the battle group, scattering its light in an instant and invisible. The power spread, shattering countless mountain peaks, killing monks in large numbers, and blood flowed into rivers.
The formation master hurriedly took out the canvas-like psychic treasure, which quickly expanded and covered dozens of miles. With a bang, he successfully blocked further attacks from the black dragon's long tail.
The battle group of the Tiangang Bagua Formation also hurriedly came to the rescue, transforming into pieces of meteorites and strong winds, and roared towards the Moyun Sect.
Without looking back, Han Feng flicked his long sleeves, and a large number of five-element talismans appeared. They rushed out one after another, and various colors of light burst out, smashing the meteorites and strong wind into powder.
He quickly left the Black Dragon Battle Formation, covered a distance of more than ten miles in one step, rushed towards the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Formation battle group, raised the sky-reaching giant sword, and slashed down.
"Bang bang bang..."
There was a loud sound in the sky. It looked like Han Feng had only struck with one sword, but in fact he struck dozens of times in a row, causing the void to shatter and the canvas-like psychic treasure to sink.
The extremely terrifying power passed down and fell on the monks. Even with the protection of the Tai Chi Xuanqing Formation, a large number of low-level disciples were vomiting blood crazily, causing countless casualties.
Originally, their battle group was showing some signs of disintegration, but this time it was hit hard again. As soon as some of the brilliant brilliance condensed, it was shattered again.
"Han Feng, do you really want to confront our Mu Xia Palace?!" The half-step psychic formation master suddenly shouted loudly.
Han Feng didn't answer his words. At this point, how could he show mercy? He just greeted him with a sword move.
The man was so surprised that he quickly urged the psychic treasure in his hand to release a dazzling gray light, and stood up like a giant wall, firmly blocking Han Feng's move.
However, the opponent's wrist still shook, and he took a step back, obviously at a disadvantage.
"Oh, it seems that the level of his psychic treasure is not low!" The thought flashed through Han Feng's mind, and he immediately made a decision. He quickly controlled the broken sword in his hand and shot it out, flying like lightning. Shooting away, he went to the psychic treasure in an instant and stuck to it.
In an instant, the terrifying suction force was released, wrapping it tightly. A large amount of its original power seeped out and merged into the broken sword.
As if it had been greatly nourished, the runes on the surface of the broken sword began to appear, one layer after another, and they continued to be repaired, emitting a dazzling brilliance.
The formation master was stunned. He had never seen such a situation before. He hurriedly printed out the formula and tried to take back this psychic treasure.
It's a pity that the broken sword was shining brightly and its secret power was everywhere, leaving the opponent with no way to move the psychic treasure at all, as if he had lost control.
"Han Feng, what have you done? Let go of my Qianli Sail!" The man was shocked and shouted quickly.
"Hmph!" Han Feng snorted, ignoring him at all, and continued to let the broken sword devour the original power of the spiritual treasure to strengthen himself.
However, at this time, the Broken Sword itself no longer made the tip of the sword longer, but continued to repair its runes, making them denser and stronger.
This creates a virtuous cycle, and the spiritual treasure named Qianli Fan becomes even more inescapable.
All this is a long story, but in fact, it really only took two breaths. The spiritual treasure could no longer maintain its current state, and suddenly shrank sharply, from a width of more than ten miles to a hundred feet in the blink of an eye, and then again It turned into a size of about ten feet like lightning, causing the man to stamp his feet in anxiety.
"Elder Mu, we are here to support you!" The battle group of the Tiangang Bagua array was actually composed of Mu Tianzong's troops. They suddenly rushed over as a group, and the Bagua diagram they had raised lit up again, and a water-like existence appeared. In the air, it poured down like a downpour, hitting the black dragon like a downpour. When it collided with its black light, it made a hissing sound and smoke came out. It was obvious that this piece of water was not a mortal thing.
What's even more strange is that these waters have inexplicable corrosive power, which can continuously erode the black light on the surface of the giant dragon.
Fortunately, all the elite monks of the East Eight Branches are not fuel-efficient lamps. Under various tricks, various forces gathered together, causing the black dragon scales to emerge, and the black light shone, blocking away the vast swamps. , to keep them away.
When Han Feng saw this, how could Mu Tianzong succeed? He activated the sword tactics in his hands, and his whole body was filled with sword intent. Ten thousand swords flashed out in unison, coalesced into a tiger, swayed, and turned into a giant thousands of feet. He roared up to the sky and rushed towards the opponent.
The half-step psychic from Mu Tianzong was horrified. He obviously did not expect that Han Feng could display such a powerful move under such circumstances. The Bagua Diagram suddenly lit up, and thousands of thunder and lightning were launched again, gathering together, as if forming a sea of lightning, pouring down and rushing towards the giant tiger.
However, a magical scene appeared!
The Tiger of Ten Thousand Swords can freely shuttle through the Sea of Lei Ze, bathe in it, and continue to absorb the power in it, making itself larger. Opening its mouth and sucking fiercely, it will soon cover the dozens of miles of Lei Ze. The sea swallowed it up completely.
