The System Takes Me to Practice

The four quickly formed a sword formation.

Bang bang bang!

Thousands of palm prints hit the sword formation, causing ripples.

Wan Yang, Wuming, Wang Chong, and Ma Yangyu are in the sword formation, and they are in four directions, forming a **** formation.

"How can the mere sword formation stop me?"

The previous burly disciple of the Swordsman rushed with a roar.

A huge palm patted the sword formation.

Bang!

The sword formation trembled, blocking the blow.

Humph!

The burly disciple stepped back several steps in a row to stabilize.

"True, don't be impulsive, let's go together!"

Quang Ping, the leader of these people, spoke up.

"Yes!"

The burly disciple of the Shendaomen named Truu respectfully said.

The four disciples of the Sword Sect erupted instantly, attacking the sword formation in four directions simultaneously.

The sword formation used by the four of Wanyang is called Tianwu Wanfangfang. It is a defensive formation with no limit on the number of people. The more people there are, the stronger the defense.

This sword formation is a must-learned formation for the inner disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and it has no weaknesses. In other words, the only weakness is that it can only be broken with brute force, and outer disciples are not allowed to practice.

"Break it for me!"

The four magic swordsmen cast their magic tricks at the same time, and the Tianwu ten thousand squares trembled, and a trace of crack appeared on the barrier.

The four were overjoyed and increased their strength.

Click!

More and more cracks.

In less than five minutes, the sword array shattered.

The sword formation was forcibly broken, and the four of them snorted and were backlashed to varying degrees. Their breath was sluggish, and blood overflowed from the corners of their lips.

The four Shendaomen smiled and slew them towards Wanyang.

Whoosh!

At this moment, a small thing flew up, and Guangping's consciousness found that it was blocked by a knife, and the mouth of the tiger suddenly cracked, and the hand holding the knife trembling, like an epilepsy patient, it kept shaking, and a trace of the knife appeared on the body. crack.

"who is it?"

Upon seeing this, the remaining three people stopped, alert.

Guangping looked around and finally spotted Yang Fan in an inconspicuous location.

I saw Yang Fan sitting on a high platform with his feet pulled down. There was a jar of Fatty Happy Water where he was sitting. He also held a soaked chicken feet in his hand. The countless small bones on the ground can understand , Yang Fan has been there for a long time.

As if thinking of something, Guang Ping looked down, and a small chicken paw bone fell under his feet.

Suddenly, Guang Ping's face was heavy.

Could it be that his blow was blown out with his mouth?

Soon, more and more people discovered Yang Fan and stopped watching.

"It's Monkey King, who killed Brother Xu Batian."

"Brother Guangping, we must kill him!"

"Yes, kill him and avenge Brother Xu Batian!"

Other disciples of the Shendaomen shouted.

"Senior Brother Sun, come here, we will form a martial arts phalanx. With ten of them, it will never be broken."

Ma Yangyu spoke quickly, fearing that Yang Fan would be besieged and killed by those people.

Among the ten people in the magic knife gate, only Bing Xueer did not speak.

Because she thinks Yang Fan is also a descendant of the Ice God, she doesn't want to do this when facing her tribe.

"A bunch of cats and dogs, you just stay there, I will meet them."

With a big wave of his hand, Yang Fan put things into the system space and came to the many disciples of the Sword Sect.

"Go together, kill him!"

Excluding Bingxue'er, the nine people from the Sacred Sword Gate went up together, killing them from all directions.

"Draw a knife!"

One person came behind Yang Fan first, raising the knife to chop.

Yang Fan didn't care, and took the bleeding hidden soul-removing knife to the back.

"Chang!"

The man was shocked and flew out.

The next person came to Yang Fan soon.

"Skynet Power!"

Yang Fan was firmly trapped by a net with true vitality.

"good chance!"

The other people were overjoyed and released their strongest magic tricks to attack.

"Fate Thanos Claw!"

A huge tiger's paw caught it in the air.

"Sky Silk Dragon Miasma!"

Clouds of white poisonous mist enveloped Yang Fan.

"Xunfeng Demon Yin!"

A disciple of the Divine Sword Sect opened his mouth, and a harsh sound penetrated into the minds of all the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The weaker man fell to the ground and kept rolling. Some clever disciples covered their ears, but found that the sound was directly transmitted into their brains instead of passing through their ears.

"Tiangang flames explode!"

The huge fireball swallowed Yang Fan instantly.

"Brother Sun!"

Many disciples of the Excalibur Sect shouted anxiously.

The huge explosion blew up the smoke and dust.

Soon, the smoke and dust gradually fell, and everyone looked intently, and a vague figure began to appear.

"Withstand the attack of so many of us, he should be dead."

"Definitely dead, if he doesn't die, I will eat..."

Before that person could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and Yang Fan appeared in the sight of everyone intact.

Everyone in the magic knife gate was horrified, and the big beads of sweat on their foreheads kept falling.

Not in a hurry, Yang Fan took out the imitation mantra pen that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gave him.

Yang Fan used his true vitality and wrote the word "OM" in the air.

Om instantly grew bigger, and disappeared after covering the people of the magic sword gate.

Hum!

The invisible force crushed all the disciples of the Divine Blade Sect to the ground. Some powerful disciples could barely stand, but their strength was reduced to only half.

Outside the Immortal Tomb, Xiang Mingxu, the second elder of Shendaomen, stood up and said with an ugly face.

"This is... the secret technique of Buddhist six-character mantra, and that pen, it should be a mantra pen!"

Speaking of this, Xiang Mingxu's eyes shined and murmured in a low voice.

Be sure to catch Monkey King, and then ask the six-character mantra secret technique and the mantra pen.

In the Divine Blade Gate thousands of miles away, in the mountain forbidden area behind the inner courtyard, in a cave, an old man suddenly opened his eyes.

He is the Supreme Elder Qin Hongtao, the father of Qin Zhan in the mid-Mahayana. When Tyrant Dao betrayed from the Divine Sword Gate, it was mainly provoked by him.

Qin Hongtao took out a broken soul card with no expression on his face. That soul card was Qin Zhan.

Seeing this, Qin Hongtao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes violently, spouted a mouthful of blood, grabbed the blood with both hands, and quickly pinched the method.

Immediately afterwards, a picture appeared before Qin Hongtao, which was the last picture Qin Zhan saw before his death.

On the screen is sitting not far away with a look of Yang Fan watching a play.

boom!

The terrifying coercion passed through the layers of defenses of the Forbidden Area of ​​Houshan, sweeping through the entire magic sword gate.

For a time, all disciples of the Sacred Sword Sect, whether they were cultivating, alchemy, or disciples doing something indescribable, could not move under pressure.

Those disciples who made alchemy were suddenly suppressed, causing the pill to be scrapped on the spot.

Then came the heinous terrorist killing intent.

Hum!

Qin Hongtao's retreat location, the space fluctuated for a while, and a person walked out, it was the master sword of the sacred sword.

"Qin Hongtao, what makes you so angry?"

The imposing force of the Mahayana of the Overlord Blade was released in the later period, and Qin Hongtao's coercion was completely blocked.

"My son is dead, this person killed him."

Qin Hongtao pointed to Yang Fan.

With a glance at Ba Dao, his pupils shrank slightly.