Yunmeng Peak

Chapter 26 Sword Formation (please recommend, collect)
The lowest level of cultivation in the entire battlefield is the mid-stage Qi training monks, and they are already proficient in using the art of imperial objects, and have practiced various low-level spells with different attributes.

As the battle gradually came to an end, the battle not only did not stop, but became more intense. The monks on both sides tried their best to cast various spells towards each other, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Cheng Xiangshun, who was still fighting, made a strange noise from his mouth. When the strong elephant at the front of the Cheng family elephant caravan heard it, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly broke free from the thick rope on his back, and his whole body was covered with hair. The black light, after a while, the thick hair on its body became extremely hard, like a suit of armor, and then it slammed into the back of the old man in black.

The old man in black is also an old man, his spiritual sense has been paying attention to his surroundings, he did not take it lightly, and avoided the elephant's collision in time.

But it was because of avoiding this blow that his mind was stagnant, and the red long sword he controlled suddenly stopped for a while when it was fighting Cheng Xiangshun's blue long sword.

Cheng Xiangshun, also a veteran Qi-training Ninth-Layer cultivator, obviously would not miss this opportunity. The cyan long sword slammed the red long sword into the air, and then the cyan long sword went straight to the black-clothed cultivator. A black-clothed monk reacted extremely quickly, not only quickly urging the flying long sword to block, but also separated several positions from the mammoth.

The long-haired iron elephant saw that he missed the blow, but was furious. He wanted to continue to attack, but the black-clothed monk was several meters away.

Cheng Qifeng, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw this scene, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and quickly joined the battle, continuously using fireballs with both hands to attack the black-clothed monk on the ninth level of Qi training.

The furious black-haired elephant rushed up, and the black-clothed monk hurriedly took out several talismans and hit it on the elephant, but it had no effect, only leaving several white marks on the long-haired iron elephant.

Cheng Qifeng, who was casting spells in the distance, showed a surprised expression when he saw this scene. He never thought that a long-haired iron elephant pulling goods could have such strength, and it could resist dozens of spells without being hurt.

"This mammoth is probably the most powerful existence among the second-level high-grade monsters."

The man in black saw that his attack did not cause any harm to the mammoth, his eyes turned cold, but the mammoth that was close at hand did not frighten him.

The black-clothed monk took out two second-tier top-grade spirit swords from the storage bag while waving his hands. Seeing this scene, Cheng Xiangshun felt a little ominous.

Facts proved that Cheng Xiangshun's feeling was correct, what the friar in black did next surprised both Cheng Xiangshun and Cheng Qifeng.

As soon as the black-clothed monk took out the two spiritual swords, his divine sense controlled the two magic weapons and hovered in the air.

The red long sword that was wrestling with Cheng Xiangshun flew back to his side, and the three long sword magic weapons spun around the black monk's body like a rhythm.

After a few breaths, under the control of the black-clothed old man's spiritual consciousness, the three magic weapons rushed towards the long-haired iron elephant as if they were one.

Cheng Xiangshun couldn't believe it, and immediately said: "Sword array!"

When Cheng Xiang Shunxiang was about to take measures to help the long-haired iron elephant resist the attacks of those magic weapons, the three magic weapons had already arrived in front of the long-haired iron elephant, at an extremely fast speed.

In less than a few breaths, the hard hair on the long-haired iron elephant, which is strong enough to withstand the attack of the second-level top-grade magic weapon, is not very useful at this time, and it is constantly chopped into pieces by the three flying swords, falling to the ground .

The three long swords are like one body, and they can fight on their own. The monk in black is controlled by one person, but he exerts the power of three people. Such a powerful strength makes Cheng Qifeng and others as opponents extremely frightened.

However, under the cover of the monk's veil in black, the rosy face was already a little pale at this time, obviously exhausted, but using this powerful sword formation made him have few opponents during the Qi training period, which is also what he faced. The reason why a ninth-level Qi training monk and a second-level top-rank monster attacked at the same time but was not afraid.

Powerful strength is obtained by doubling the consumption of spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness. It only takes a few breaths of time for the spiritual energy in the old man's dantian to be consumed a lot, but the most consumed is the spiritual consciousness. It is indispensable for ordinary monks to be strong, and they cannot practice this super powerful sword formation.

In this short period of time, the mammoth was wounded all over by the three long swords flying back and forth in front of him, blood continued to flow from the wound, and the pain of the wound made the mammoth scream loudly "moo".

Not far away, the elephants pulling the truck felt the call, and they broke free from the thick ropes and came to support the injured mammoth.

Seeing this situation, the old man in black felt a little uneasy, and secretly said: "If you are surrounded by those long-haired iron elephants, you may really be unable to escape."

Then he released dozens of talismans towards the crowd, quickly took out a feather-shaped flying magic weapon, jumped on it in an instant, raised his hand, and called the three long swords back into his hand.

Cheng Xiangshun understood his intentions when the black-clothed monk got on the flying magic weapon, and secretly yelled, "Not good."

He quickly threw the blue spirit sword in his hand, and attacked the black-clothed monk who was flying to the distance. Within a few breaths, the blue spirit sword arrived in front of the black-clothed old man, but it was caught by the three swords beside the old man. The second-order high-grade magic weapon blocked it, but did not attack the old man in black.

However, because the old man in black had to use most of his mind to control the three long swords to resist, the speed of the flying magic weapon was much slower, and this was exactly Cheng Xiangshun's goal.

A moment later, Cheng Xiangshun stood on a paper crane magic weapon and caught up with the fleeing black-clothed monk. Seeing the situation, a glimmer of anger flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed monk, and he stopped thinking about running away. On the flying sword.

The three flying swords were conveyed by the old man's aura, and the sword array formed. In an instant, Cheng Xiangshun's blue flying sword was knocked away by the sword array formed by the old man's flying swords, and the three flying swords did not stay for long.

The target pointed directly at Cheng Xiangshun on the paper crane, and when the flying sword was about to attack Cheng Xiangshun, a giant shield suddenly appeared in front of Cheng Xiangshun.

The three long swords hit the shield with only a "ding ding" sound, and the long sword's attack was also blocked.

The old man in black saw a flash of surprise in his eyes when he saw the sudden appearance of the giant shield, and said in his heart, "It's actually a second-tier top-grade defensive magic weapon! I'm afraid I'm going to fall here. I knew it would be like this... Sigh!"

After a stick of incense, the old face under the black veil became paler, and Cheng Xiangshun, who was holding the shield, was very relaxed, just needing to receive the huge force from the long sword.

Cheng Qifeng on the ground looked up at the battle in the air, and sighed in his heart: "No wonder most monks seldom practice spells hard. With a high-level magic weapon, they can crush their opponents. Why do they spend so much time practicing?" Spells, but Uncle Xiangshun's shield magic weapon is probably not low-level."

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