Wild boar

Chapter 524: Breaking the Formation and Destroying the Sword
"May I ask Miss Li, are you a monk in the god-training stage?"

While Liang Feixue was refining the flying sword, Chen Jianru cupped his fists and asked Li Xiumiao.

"I didn't hide my cultivation." Li Xiumiao replied.

Li Xiumiao's cultivation level is clearly there, in the middle stage of Gang training.

"That being the case...then the spell you just cast should only be of the second level." Chen Jianru frowned and thought.

"That's right." Li Xiumiao admitted generously.

"In that case, the defensive array should only be a second-level temporary defensive array." Chen Jianru looked up at the light curtain on the top of the mountain.

"Yes, although the formation light curtain covers the entire mountain top, it is just an illusion." Li Xiumiao said with approval.

"Okay... Junior Brother Liang will refine the flying sword in a while, and we will use the power of the battle formation to break their formation light curtain." Chen Jianru said with excitement.

Li Xiumiao nodded.

"Master... it's useless to break this light curtain, we won't go up." Zhang Zhenlong interrupted.

Chen Jianru glanced at his particularly annoying disciple, thought for a while and finally did not reprimand him.

It's not because what Zhang Zhenlong said is correct, but because Chen Jianru doesn't want to argue with a fool.

Forget it... Zhenlong didn't have any bad intentions, he was just a bit stupid. He taught such a disciple and he didn't know what evil he had done in his previous life.

Just when Chen Jianru was feeling depressed, the light curtain on the top of the mountain flashed, and the man just appeared again.

Fang Delin appeared outside the formation. He glanced at Li Xiumiao with a look of resentment, and then glanced at Liang Feixue who was refining his flying sword.

Fang Delin's heart was bleeding.

As a direct descendant of the Fang family, he is qualified to wear a high-grade flying sword during the training period. You must know that many casual cultivators in the later stages of training are still using high-grade flying swords. Now that the Mu Sheng sword has been lost, Fang Delin doesn’t know what to do. How to explain to the family.

"Humph!" Fang Delin snorted coldly, put away the war-free flag hanging on the cliff, then patted the storage bag and took out a letter.

Whoosh!
Cowhide letters flew down from the top of the mountain.

Li Xiumiao raised her hand and used her magic to take over the cowhide letter.

Written on the cover of the letter are two words "Letter of War".

Opening the cowhide envelope, Li Xiumiao took out a letter with still wet ink, and then read it out loud in front of everyone.

"You relied on your cultivation to bully the juniors of my clan and take away my flying swords."

"shameful!"

"I am a monk in the middle stage of spiritual training. Do you dare to fight alone!?"

"If you don't dare, return the Mu Sheng Sword immediately and there will be no further investigation on this matter. Otherwise, if you wash your neck clean, I will take your head."

"Signed by: Ma Zitian."

After Li Xiumiao finished reading the letter of challenge, she shook the letter and said loudly: "I accept the challenge. Call the man named Ma out."

Hearing this, Fang Delin looked stunned.

Seeing Fang Delin's expression.

"Hahahaha..." Li Xiumiao suddenly laughed loudly.

I saw Li Xiumiao shaking the letter in her hand and saying, "Is this challenge letter written by you? Pretending to be that Ma Zitian, you want to use your mid-level cultivation as a god to blackmail us into getting back the flying sword? Hahahaha... you can't think of that. come out!"

"Li Xiumiao! Don't be so arrogant. Elder Ma is in the middle stage of spiritual training. If he is an old man, uh...he..." As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos, Fang Delin actually stammered at this point.

"The god-training monk is not here! Set up the sword formation!" Chen Jianru yelled.

"promise!"

More than a hundred monks from the Green Shirt Order behind Chen Jianru responded at the same time.

Liang Feixue also temporarily stopped refining the flying sword. He put the Musheng Sword into his storage bag, then patted the storage bag, took out his middle-grade flying sword, and shouted loudly: "Sword formation!"

"promise!"

Hundreds of monks responded in unison.

Chen Jianru and Liang Feixue each sacrificed their flying swords in the air. Behind them, hundreds of monks from the Green Shirt Order simultaneously focused their attention on the flying swords.

Two mid-grade flying swords with three feet of aura, blessed by everyone's magic power.

It rose from three feet to three feet, and then from three feet to seven or eight feet.

"Zole!"

Liang Feixue and Chen Jianru shouted loudly at the same time, and two giant flying swords with skyrocketing aura roared towards the top of the mountain.

Fang Delin looked horrified and hurriedly retreated into the formation.

There were two loud bangs.

The two flying swords, which were comparable to the full blow of a monk in the god-training stage, shattered the temporary magic circle arranged on the top of the mountain with just one blow.

The vulnerability of a temporary magic circle is far from the same level as the mountain-protecting formation relying on spiritual veins.

"You guys just wait below!" Li Xiumiao said this, and the black light flashed and flew up again.

"Even if the god-training monk is not there, there are still more than twenty gang-level monks above!" Chen Jianru said in horror.

"Let's go up and help you!" Liang Feixue said. "Don't withdraw! Otherwise they will allocate manpower to attack you!" Li Xiumiao reminded again.

When Li Xiumiao flew to the top of the mountain.

Nearly twenty rays of light shot into the sky.

Twenty flying swords with flashing auras hovered in the air, and the sword tips pointed at Li Xiumiao, who was flying over.

When Li Xiumiao's toes had just landed on the top of Ziyun Mountain.

Twenty spinning flying swords of various colors crashed in like a group of swimming sharks that had finally found their target.

Li Xiumiao started running on the top of the mountain.

Her speed is astonishing, and her running and leaping speed after putting her feet firmly on the ground is even faster than that of a flying sword.

Body training monk! ?
More than twenty monks from the Fang family who were practicing in the Gang period looked solemn.

In mid-air, everyone was performing their sword techniques in unison, as if they were playing a symphony with a beautiful melody.

Twenty flying swords with various auras turned around one after another, some chasing after Li Xiumiao; some flew high into the sky and detoured from Li Xiumiao's head; some detoured from Li Xiumiao's left and right sides.

Bang!
Li Xiumiao fit into the house.

It was a three-story building. Knowing that Li Xiumiao was very powerful, no one dared to get too close, and their spiritual consciousness could not completely lock onto Li Xiumiao.

However, how could a three-story building withstand the encirclement and suppression of more than twenty mid-grade flying swords.

Ten flying swords were wandering outside, five flying swords were inserted into the room, and the other five flying swords began to destroy the beams and columns of the room.

in the house.

Li Xiumiao, whose whole body was burning with red fire, grabbed a water-blue flying sword with her bare hands, and the red flame burned blazingly.

Between moments.

The aura on the flying sword was burned away by the Chisha fire.

Li Xiumiao had no intention of seizing the flying sword, so she had no control over the power of Chi Sha Fire.

Clang.

A middle-grade flying sword was burned into a piece of scrap metal almost instantly.

Boom.

The three-story building collapsed.

Smoke is everywhere.

Amid the rising smoke, Li Xiumiao grabbed two more flying swords.

Rub your hands together.

Two more pieces of scrap metal.

in the air.

"My flying sword was taken away!"

"My flying sword too!"

"That woman can indeed seize someone's flying sword."

"Look!"

As the smoke dispersed, a figure rose into the sky, holding two flying swords in her hands.

Red flames burned blazingly in his hands, and the aura on the flying sword melted away like bubbles.

swoosh swish...

After Li Xiumiao took off, her speed was greatly reduced, and more than ten flying swords stabbed Li Xiumiao's body one after another.

However, the scary thing is that this woman's body is even tougher than the flying sword. She was not pierced by the sword. The red flames wrapped the woman's body and burned the aura on the flying sword.

The twenty sword cultivators in mid-air looked horrified. They used their sword techniques to continuously inject mana into the flying sword.

More than a dozen flying swords were filled with aura, and each flying sword trembled slightly, as if it would completely dismember Li Xiumiao in the next second.

"Roar!" Li Xiumiao let out a loud roar that didn't sound like a human voice.

Infernal transformation!
After the transformation of the Yin Corpse, the Red Evil Fire in Li Xiumiao's body surged again, severely suppressing the auras of more than a dozen flying swordsmen.

A terrifying zombie transformed from the Inferi, with feet-long scarlet eyes bursting out.

Crazy corpse power!
This is a second-level spell learned from Shang Nu City.

After Li Xiumiao transformed into her true form, it was easier to cast this spell than Yinfeng Fist.

The flying sword that pierced Li Xiumiao's body and trembled slightly was directly suppressed by the violent force, unable to cause further damage to Li Xiumiao's body.

Click!

The four flying swords in Li Xiumiao's hands were forcibly broken in half by the female corpse after their aura was completely wiped out by the Chisha Fire.

(End of this chapter)