Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 348 Untitled
(Thank you to my down-and-out classmates, my classmates who were abandoned by God, and my classmates from 5000 years ago~! Thanks to my classmate Nu Xiaomi for the reward~! %>_<% I have a fever, it’s so uncomfortable~!)
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The Feixian Sword Formation was crushing forward with unrivaled force.

Head-on is the roar of brilliant magic, and a large number of skeleton soldiers who are not afraid of death are the best shield for the fragile mage behind them.

The agile flying swords and magic light bullets clashed in the air, exploding into a dazzling brilliance.

Large swaths of dark clouds surged and condensed, and under the canopy of death, skeletons fell down and stood up again, over and over again, seemingly endlessly.

Niklos was not alone. He was assisted by several captured magicians who were good at drawing magic patterns.

Light and darkness are always at odds, and people from the two camps never get along well when they meet, but their positions start from their faith. They may never know each other, and there is no deep hatred. Only those paranoid believers will easily provoke each other. The dispute will never end.

However, the local cultivators regard them as a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh, and they wish they could get rid of them all at once. Several Golden Core Stage cultivators have joined forces, and their target is obviously the Necromancer who is entrenched here, but there is no doubt that they are. Yes, once the necromancer dies, the remaining magicians are just fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

They are not from the Holy See, they are just here at the invitation of the Holy See. At a life-threatening moment, they naturally know what is the best choice, and they join forces with the Necromancer without hesitation. Under the cover of the skeleton soldiers, he chanted the spell and raised the staff...

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In the sword formation, people kept falling down.

The vacant position was taken by someone in just a moment. The flying sword danced, and the sharp edge was cold and cold.

The layers of red marks on the corners of her skirt were like blooming flowers, swaying slightly with her footsteps.

Mo Ranyi looked back coldly, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes. Several figures behind him were hanging high in the air, standing quietly, watching coldly as the Feixian Sword Formation gradually began to take shape. Countless people fell down, and the ground was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He turned around quickly, sneering in his heart.

In the minds of those people, even if they could weaken the enemy by one point, the destruction of the Feixian Sword Formation would not be an injustice.

There are several people under their names, each with a few formations. Even if all the people are folded in, it will not hurt the muscles and bones. It is a good deal.

In Su's hand, the flaming red flying sword flipped over and drew a small, inconspicuous arc.

The sword formation disciple who was concentrating on the main sword paused slightly, slowed down imperceptibly, and consciously moved closer to Mo Ranyi.

Although the sword formation has fixed azimuth pedals, the size of the range is still controlled by the main sword of the formation eye holding the sword in the middle. This trivial detail is the key to testing the tacit understanding of this sword formation.

In the sword formation, only the master sword is the eye, center, and decision-maker of the entire sword formation.

They don't need to care about why Mo Ranyi did what he did. They only need to know that the main sword of the Formation Eye has led them to escape from death countless times, and led them to strangle the enemy and return victoriously countless times.

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The cold white light penetrated the layers of dark clouds and illuminated a land under the canopy of death.

The golden elixir cultivator behind finally made a move.

Charge with all your strength!

Everyone in the sword formation felt desolate, indignant and helpless, and finally turned into a deep sense of unwillingness. They chased the sword light and rushed forward from the formation. Under the ruthless strangulation of the sword light, a large open space was instantly cleared, blocking the way. The magician behind the skeleton soldiers began to appear.

At the moment when the big formation dispersed and everyone was attacking with all their strength, no one noticed that the sword formation where Mo Ranyi was located broke away from the big formation in the blink of an eye and formed a small flying fairy sword formation.

The sword light was also slashed out, but it still had some remaining power, and it retreated very quickly.

After a few jumps, the Xiao Feixian Sword Formation moved horizontally and diagonally by dozens of feet, and quietly stood near the edge. Behind the seemingly fighting, there was a powerless stroke... "Bang! "

The moment a skeleton soldier approached a monk, it exploded.

"Bang! Bang!..."

After that, all the skeleton soldiers changed their clumsy attack methods and rushed in crazily, exploding in front of the monks one after another.

The sudden change blew the monk back to his soul who had just given birth to the heart of sworn to death.

The surge of energy was interrupted, and the energy was exhausted.

When the first person retreated unconsciously, like a plague, the momentum of retreat quickly spread among the monks.

In the chaos, a small group of people always maintained their formation, looking like ghosts, rushing forward.

"Anyone who retreats will be killed without mercy!"

There was a roar from behind, and a powerful sword light swayed. The monks who tried to take advantage of the chaos to escape were cut in half, their eyes were split, their faces were hideous, and they died.

The wavering heart was immediately frozen and hardened.

He turned around resolutely and aimed his anger at the endlessly killing bones!

At the same time, the golden elixir monk who looked at him coldly from the side finally took action, and struck straight with his sword.

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Mo Ranyi was lying on the ground, with a pile of bones on his body.

I couldn't help but scold my mother in my heart.

In the eyes of the Jindan monks, they are like ants, their lives are dispensable.

She had calculated that they would be used as cannon fodder, but she had not calculated the tightness of time and did not have enough time for them to rush out of the battlefield where the two sides were facing each other.

Fortunately, they were on the edge where they were, so the impact was not too severe.

Even so, her sword formation is no longer a formation.

In just a few breaths, almost all the people and skeletons on the ground were wiped out. Death in the hands of the opposite magician was a life sentence. How should one think about dying under the sword light of several Jindan ancestors?

In the air, the sword light of several Jindan-stage sword cultivators crisscrossed and woven like threads, suddenly tearing apart the death sky.

Nickles was wearing a gray robe, with a dark black magic pattern shining on it. His silver-gray eyes were indifferent and coldly staring at the men with swords in the air, who were menacing.

The four skeleton mages standing around, holding white jade-like skeleton staffs, set up a black shield like mist to protect it, allowing the sword light to fall on it, glowing with little stars.

(End of this chapter)