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With a punch, the gravel on the ground was immediately thrown into the air by this huge force, and the miniature array was also disillusioned.

boom!

Large areas of stone bricks on the square cracked, and the broken stones were suspended in the air, exposing thousands of spiritual stones. These spiritual stones were originally dim, but at the moment of disillusionment, they seemed to be awakened. As if, the power of the elements hidden inside was immediately stimulated, and a huge magic circle rose into the sky.

Countless colorful lines began to converge at an astonishing speed, among which the azure blue was the main one, forming a formation pattern with a radius of thousands of feet in the void.

The local power of this nine-level large formation is also Yuan Futu's biggest trump card. Finally, it is unreservedly displayed. The coercion formed by the formation rushes down like an upside-down waterfall, making everyone's movements stagnate. It became astringent, as if there was a weight of ten thousand catties hanging on the body.

"What a powerful formation." Han Fei, the master of the Dragon God Sect, frowned slightly, and was quite surprised by this. This formation was obviously arranged temporarily, but the mystery hidden in it was beyond his imagination. The power of the law itself is beyond his imagination.

This huge pattern hangs above the head, silent and motionless. Yuan Futu stands in the center, feeling full of strength all over his body, and his every move has the power to destroy the world. There is no certainty.

This is a battle without any suspense at all, all he can do is delay, but before delaying, he must grasp the last glimmer of hope.

Wang Jian's plan has lost its meaning. Yuan Futu has no chance to go to the back mountain to pull out Wang Jian. Even if he had, he would not do so. There are two reasons for this. Yu pushed all the disciples in the back mountain to the abyss of hell. Without the certainty of victory, he would never take such an extreme method. Crisis, this is a dead end from start to finish.

Yuan Futu lowered his head, and took out a personal jade pendant hidden in Yuanyang Dragon Armor.

This jade pendant is very old, seemingly ordinary, but inside it affects the power of the entire Heavenly Demon Sect. It was a token given to him by Qin Rongxian back then.

At this moment, the jade pendant was held in the palm of Yuan Futu's hand, he exerted strength suddenly, and heard a soft bang, the jade pendant shattered, and the power hidden in the depths of the pendant began to dissipate, disappearing into the void in an instant, without knowing where it was going where.

Yuan Futu is very aware of the current situation, the survival of the Tianxuan Sword Sect is not tied to himself, there is only one thing he has to do, and that is to persevere, no matter what, he must persevere.

Baili Ximie let out a cold snort, and then flew towards him, with magic patterns flowing all over his body, and the jet black air burst continuously, appearing in front of him in an instant.

Yuan Futu's eyes were cold, he held Zhu Huangjian flat on his chest, and moved straight forward.

Accompanied by the loud rumbling sound, the pattern with a radius of a thousand feet began to rotate, and in the void, a blue sword shadow was condensed, engraved with traces of colorful element patterns.

Whoosh!

This sword shadow descended from the sky and arrived at the top of Baili Attack at an extremely fast speed.

Nine Youmen Sect Master narrowed his eyes, and obviously noticed the sword shadow, and he greeted it with his long-prepared fist without hesitation.

Boom!

A circular airflow exploded out of thin air.

Baili Ximie felt his breath stagnate. He thought he could easily shatter it, but he didn't expect that sword shadow to be very stubborn. It was not instantly shattered by the "Jiu You Zhan Huang Jue", but only appeared on the tip of the sword. There are several cracks, and the power of the formation hidden inside is surging like a boundless ocean.

Baili Ximie's narrowed eyes opened suddenly, and the depths of the eyes erupted with a bit of sternness, and the magic pattern on the fist also doubled in size, but the whole person was forced to back up , with the feet sunk deep in the ground and moving backwards.

It lasted about ten breaths before the cracks on the sword shadow spread to the tail, and then completely disintegrated, turning into fine streamers and dissipating in the air.

However, the Nine Nether Sect Master has already pushed to the original position.

Han Fei saw this scene from beginning to end, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the power of this formation is more powerful than I imagined. How did the sword shadow form just now?"

As the head of the Dragon God Sect, Han Fei, who has reached the realm of transforming the sky, still has a lot of research on formations, but he has never comprehended the mystery of sword formations, so he feels a little at a loss.

Baili Ximie shook his head and said: "No wonder Feng Chenzi wants to use our power to destroy Jianzong. It is estimated that he can't even last half a stick of incense with this formation alone."

If it was Feng Chenzi who had just endured that sword strike, he might not be able to resist it by exhausting all means.

Han Fei's frowning eyebrows were flattened, and he said, "This formation is powerful, but it can't change anything. The sword sect is bound to perish. It's just a matter of time."

"But if it drags on for too long, it's not good for everyone." Baili Ximie said in a deep voice.

The battle of sects is bound to attract the attention of the entire imperial court, and it is inevitable that other sects will intervene, not to mention that there are chaotic spiritual treasures and the classics of the seventh-order peak exercises here.

Han Fei nodded, "I know, so I didn't intend to hold back." As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, and saw a huge dragon's head protruding from the dark gray clouds.

The dragon's head is as big as a house, shining with golden light, the dragon's eyes are like sapphire blue spar, and the two dragon horns stab straight to the sky, like ancient gods, with unparalleled power and power.

"Eight Dragons!" Baili Ximie said, "Is this your Dharma appearance? It's not small."

Han Fei said with a smile: "But how can it compare with your Immortal True Demon? Let's see who breaks this formation first."

Right now, this Sea Emperor Yuan Ji Formation has been completely controlled by Yuan Futu. The reason why he uses himself as the eye of the formation has only one purpose, and that is to use it to better display the power of the sword formation.

The Zhuhuang Sword was in his hand, moving slowly in the sky, and the steady edge of the sword outlined two lines of handwriting.

One stroke and one stroke, like two vertical and horizontal sword marks, the sharpness suddenly appeared!

In an instant, this vast formation seemed to be working with all its strength. In the formation pattern, the abundant elemental power in the spirit stone was instantly condensed into azure blue sword shadows.

Roughly estimated, there are nearly a hundred, but the breath is not as strong as it was at the beginning.

With the help of the power of the great formation, Yuan Futu unleashed the unprecedented Sea Emperor Yuanji Sword Formation. The murderous intent in his eyes gradually became stronger. He scanned the Jiuyou disciples who intended to invade the Sword Sect, and shouted: "Take your life!"

Zhu Huangjian stabbed out, seemingly weak and weak, but at the same time, nearly a hundred sword shadows let out a sharp howl, like a torrential rain falling.