Mo Bei coldly watched them set up the formation, his heart full of disdain. From his level, any formation method was in vain. With the huge difference in internal strength, even with the exquisite Baiwendao sword technique, he could still carry the sword. Unable to control his strong internal strength, the wrong sword formation, which is said to be comparable to the sword formation of Jiange Kuipiao, although its moves are dangerous, cannot even break through his body-protecting energy wall.
"Formation!"
Outside the dojo, as soon as the sound of the chariot was heard, forty disciples quickly formed five small square formations.
These five small square formations formed the shape of a five-pointed star, and Mo Bei stood in the center of the five-pointed star. The air current surrounding the forty disciples suddenly became ready to move.
Mo Bei's eyes widened. He could clearly identify that those disciples were all at the Kuofu level and could not release their inner strength at all. However, he could clearly see that there was a slow air current flowing around those disciples according to a strange pattern.
"northeast!"
The sound of a car was heard.
The small square formation in the northeast corner suddenly attacked. Eight disciples swung their swords at the same time. At this time, the airflow outside them became extremely thick in an instant. Domineering sword radiance emitted from the tips of their swords, and then the eight strands of sword radiance merged. As one, he slashed towards Mo Bei at extremely high speed.
"Grandmaster!"
Mo Bei almost blurted out. He was shocked. He could clearly see that this sword had power at the level of a grand master.
Because he underestimated the enemy and the knife came so fast, he had no time to dodge and quickly deployed the protective air wall.
"boom!"
A burst of dust was stirred up, and the protective air wall around Mo Bei became much weaker. Although he was not injured, his face was gloomy, and it was obvious that he finally began to face this formation.
"southwest!"
At this time, Mo Bei felt that there was also a strong airflow surging in the small square array in the southwest corner that was symmetrical with the northeast corner.
"boom!"
A terrifying knife struck from directly behind him. This time, Mo Bei was on guard. He swung his long sword, and a sword light swung towards his back.
"East!"
This time, the sword light came from the east again.
Mo Bei swung his sword to block him again. In the five-pointed star formation, the grandmaster-level swords kept slashing at Mo Bei from five directions. Although Mo Bei could easily resist every time, the horror in his heart became more and more serious. , there was a slight drop of sweat on his forehead, and the sword light of the Qimen Formation came from five directions in an endless stream. He looked at the disciples, but he did not feel any internal exhaustion, but he felt that most of his internal energy had been consumed.
How is it possible, he cried out in his heart, these forty disciples, even if each of them took turns to swing their swords and wasted their inner strength endlessly, they should have run out of gas long ago, how could they be as comfortable as they are now.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong. He looked tiredly at Che Suan in the distance, and saw that he looked calm and composed, and he became more and more frightened.
These five small phalanxes seem to be integrated into one body, like a large human body, constantly transporting internal force to various parts, strengthening each small phalanx in a short period of time, and sharing the collective strength of forty people into one.
wrong!
Mo Bei shouted in his heart, the human body, the five square formations, sharing the internal power, are they the corresponding five realms, Bo Yu, Tong He, Kuo Fu, Grand Master, Grand Master?
Yes, the five major phalanxes are used to simulate the five realms, so the power they exert is the fifth realm, the Grand Master. And this formation, in some unknown way, actually closely connects the five originally scattered phalanxes. Together, the other four phalanxes can transport their internal energy together in an instant, instantly filling that phalanx's internal energy to an extremely terrifying situation, and then feeding the internal energy back to the phalanx again in the same way in a very short period of time. Even if the internal strength of the four square formations is somewhat depleted, the consumption of each of the forty Kuofu-level masters in such a cyclical distribution becomes extremely small.
Mo Bei thought of something even more terrifying. If this formation continued to evolve, wouldn't it be able to reach the sixth realm, which is Fuyao level power?
But then he denied himself. This kind of idealistic thing was obviously too unrealistic. Judging from the current evolution, just to exert the power of the grand master level, forty people who were also at the Kuofu level were needed. The masters set up the formation together in a very tacit understanding. I am afraid that only the three major sects in the world can do this. Even among the three major sects, not every sect can find forty rich government-level masters. The conditions for Fuyao level power will only be more stringent, perhaps even more difficult than directly creating a Fuyao level master.
Shaking his head, Mo Bei brought himself back to reality. He smiled slightly, and the solution to the problem was already formed in his mind.
"northeast!"
The domineering sword light came from the northeast. Mo Bei sneered. To break this formation, I am afraid only a master-level ability like his could break it.
The internal energy was only transferred at the moment when he swung the sword, but at that moment, Mo Bei opened the wall of air and quickly ejected to the southwest. Under the horrified eyes of all the disciples, he made a move that made people unable to react. He rushed directly in front of the eight disciples in the southwest. At this moment, he slashed out with one sword, "Boom!" "Boom!" With two booms, he hit Mo Bei with one strike, and Mo Bei's sword After hitting the small phalanx in the southwest, dust flew up, and several screams were heard from the southwest. All eight disciples fell to the ground and howled.
Mobei's external air wall exploded, and a knife mark opened on his body. After carrying two swords, the protective air wall finally exploded. He defeated the eight people in the southwest at the cost of resisting a single blow.
"Bah bang bang!"
Outside the dojo, Chesuan applauded.
"Amazing, worthy of being a grand master. Sure enough, although my formation can exert the power of a grand master, it is still powerless to face the real grand master. It's just that although the formation is broken, how much power do you still have to defeat it? The remaining thirty-two.”
Mo Beida panted heavily. He had exhausted both his internal and physical strength.
The remaining thirty-two people no longer form a formation, but the thirty-two rich-level masters, even just a wheel battle, are enough to consume him to death now.
Mo Bei didn't panic at all. He looked forward coldly, secretly using his internal energy to calm his chaotic inner breath.
Thirty-two long knives showed their sharp edges and attacked him. The long sword in Mo Bei's hand groaned softly, and the mysterious internal power flowed in the sword body.
With a sound of "Whoosh!", the long sword was thrown out by him like a hidden weapon. It was very fast, like a dazzling lightning, and stabbed straight towards the thirty-two people. Before the thirty-two people could react, they saw that the long sword was like Like a soul, it went straight through the clothes on the chests of several people. When it was about to leave the dojo, it actually made a weird turn in the air and passed through the clothes on the chests of several people. Finally, it returned to the stranger. North's hands.
The thirty-two people looked at each other. They saw a big hole in their clothes on the chest, and they were frightened. If Mo Bei had murderous intentions at that time, it would definitely be more than just his clothes that had been pierced. The horror of that sword was already in their hearts. It left an indelible mark on my heart.
"The swallow returns to its nest!"
Outside the dojo, Bai Wendao exclaimed.
"Great Elder, what is the swallow returning to its nest?"
A Dao Sect disciple asked.
Baiwendao narrowed his eyes slightly and said
"The famous stunt of the Sword Sect back then was that when the internal force was accurately controlled to a certain extent, one could even control the trajectory of one's own moves. This move was unpredictable and had no rules. The direction of the sword was entirely up to the wielder. I didn’t expect that he would learn it.”
Chesuan slowly walked into the dojo, looked at Mo Bei with a smile, and said softly
"you win."
"Go and get that girl out."
A moment later, an angry-looking Chuxia was brought to the dojo, and she gave Bai Wendao a sharp look with her sharp eyes.
When she saw Mo Bei, her expression became excited. She struggled to break away from the restraints of the people next to her, and quickly rushed towards Mo Bei. Two lines of tears fell uncontrollably, and she said aggrievedly.
"Mobei, I knew you would come to save me."
Mo Bei almost stumbled when she pounced on him and coughed twice.
Chuxia anxiously supported him and asked
"Are you OK."
Mo Bei slowed down for a moment and shook his head gently.
"We should go."
Chuxia said
"I'll help you."
"Stop, you are insulting my sword. How can you come and go as you please?"
Mo Xiao stood up, his eyes filled with indignation, and his long knife pointed at Mo Bei.
Chesuan walked to his side, gently pressed his hand down, and said calmly
"Junior Brother Mo, I am willing to admit defeat. If he doesn't follow the rules, he can kill all the disciples present before I set up the formation. Now that he has broken the formation openly, we have no reason to betray him."
Even though Mo Xiao was extremely angry, he finally suppressed the anger in his heart and retreated obediently.
Seeing Mo Bei and Chu Xia slowly leaving, Chesuan let out a sigh of relief.
Chuxia next to him looked back at Chesuan, his eyes were complicated and the meaning was unclear.
Baiwendao didn't know when he stood next to Chesuan, looking at their backs from a distance, and said regretfully
"You just let her go."
Chesuan said
"At least, I confirmed something."
………………
Central Plains, Qingzhou City.
An old man carrying a coffin attracted the attention of passers-by on the street.
"stop!"
Four big men carrying maces suddenly appeared and stopped the old man.
The old man's eyes were dull and he continued to walk forward, seemingly not hearing what the four big men said.
The four big men's veins popped out, and the leader continued with an angry voice.
"You are the coffin bearer of You Mansion."
This sudden scene caused the pedestrians on the street to stop, but some people who knew about it stood together and started talking.
"Aren't these the four brothers from Yanzhou? Even they came all the way here."
"The coffin bearer from You Mansion comes out. The coffin on his shoulders is related to the mystery of immortality. Who in the world doesn't want to find out."
"Hmph, they are worthy. The one who can be admired by the coffin bearer must be a master-level expert."
"Don't underestimate these four brothers. Even if they are picked out individually, they have a special set of combined attack methods. If the four of them join forces, they will be able to fight even if they face the Grandmaster. You are often active in the Central Plains area. , so I don’t understand that these four brothers have been running rampant in the Yanyun area for more than ten years.”
While everyone was chatting, they saw that no matter what the four brothers said, the coffin bearer ignored them and became angry. They thought that the four of them had been in the world for more than ten years, and no one had ever dared to look down on them like this.
"Shameless, fuck me!"
The leader of the big man raised his mace and hit the coffin bearer on the head. The other three brothers also quickly attacked from three directions. Although they were tall and tall, their speed was not slow at all.
In the blink of an eye, four maces roared to the top of the coffin bearer's head.
But he saw that the coffin bearer did not raise his head, but slowly stretched out his calloused right hand.
"boom!"
The old man volleyed his palm in the air and knocked back the four maces. After everyone on the street screamed in surprise, the originally noisy street suddenly became audible.
With just one palm, he could repel four burly men holding maces. This was such a bottomless level of internal strength.
The four brothers were lying on the ground, looking at the old man carrying the coffin in fear. Their feet were shaking, and they even lost the courage to stand up again.
The old man still walked forward slowly as if he had not seen them.
"Cuckoo"
In the sky, a white dove fell and stood quietly on the coffin on the old man's shoulder. The old man stopped and raised his right hand.
"Cuckoo!"
The white dove struggled hard, but was pulled into the old man's right hand by a terrible attraction.
"Dragon Catcher!"
Someone from the Jianghu community shouted, attracting everyone's attention. The old man took out a letter from the white pigeon's feet, with beautiful handwriting written on it.
"Jiangnan"
