Chapter 472: Divine Elephant Step! Lion Roar!

Following the words of Daoist Qingxuan, dozens of the more than 200 disciples of the Qingcheng Temple surrounded by them drew out their long swords, stretched their bodies, and surrounded Fang Bai, Guishou, and Wu De, forming a circle. Sword array.

Fang Bai took a closer look, and saw that the sword formation consisted of seven to forty-nine people, standing in the eight trigrams position, unexpectedly in harmony with the way of heaven, thinking that Qingcheng Temple is worthy of being one of the great sects in the ancient Chinese martial arts world, and there are indeed some ways .

Fang Bai could tell that although most of the seven or forty-nine Qingcheng disciples who formed this sword formation were only yellow-level warriors, once the sword formation was in operation, its power would be astonishing. Ordinary prefecture-level warriors, It's hard to get benefits.

Fortunately, Guishou was accompanied by himself on this trip, otherwise he would come here alone to seek revenge, and he might never return.

Seeing the formation of the sword formation, more than a hundred other disciples of Qingcheng Temple retreated a few feet away, holding long swords, sweeping the formation aside, ready to provide support at any time.

"The Eight Diagrams Sword Formation is my Qingcheng Temple's Zhenguan Formation. It is powerful. No matter how strong these three are, they will not be able to escape today!"

Every Qingcheng Temple disciple thought so in his heart.

"This formation is a little tricky! Haha...It happens that I haven't fought with anyone for ten and a half months, Daoist, and my hands are a little itchy, so I will play with you!"

In the voice of speaking, Wu De has already launched an attack first.

He is a high-level earth-level warrior with extraordinary eyesight, and he can see the key to the sword formation at a glance, so the target of the attack is directly at Daoist Qingxuan.

Daoist Qingxuan is the eye of this sword formation, and the entire sword formation is destroyed by him. As long as he can kill Daoist Qingxuan, the sword formation will break without attack, and there will be no threat at all.

As soon as Wu De moved, the entire sword array also moved. Dozens of long swords came out together, and the sword lights intertwined into scenes of sword nets. The violent sword wind and sword energy directed at the three people trapped in the sword array from all directions. Sweeping over, as if to cut the three into pieces.

This gossip sword formation, which is somewhat in harmony with the way of heaven, once activated, the true essence will be endlessly generated, and the sword moves will never stop. It seems that it will never stop until the three people in the formation are killed.

The ghost hand only felt that there were sword shadows all around him, and he didn't know which sword was real and which sword was fake, and those sword shadows contained thick real essence and fierce sword energy, and the strength and power of each sword surpassed him. imagination.

He couldn't think of a way to break the formation for a while, so he could only use the "Buddha's Wrath Golden Staff Kung Fu" exercise with all his strength, protecting his whole body with real energy, while roaring and bombarding with both fists, hoping to break the sword formation with brute force.

However, although his punches were fierce, when he struck the surrounding heavy sword curtains, it seemed as if he had hit a puddle of water and had nowhere to focus.

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There was a sound of cloth breaking. It was because the clothes on Ghost Hand were cut by the sword wind.

In comparison, Wu De, who was much stronger than Ghost Hand, seemed much more relaxed.

Wu De seemed to be a drunk man, swaying from side to side, stumbling, easily dodging the heavy sword net that was attacking him, occasionally punching out, and the thick and true essence surged out, and the surrounding swords The movement of the formation will be stagnant.

Wu De could have easily rushed out of this small gossip sword formation, but he had the heart of playing tricks on these Taoist priests, and kept dealing with them, trying to exhaust their true energy and physical strength.

Fang Bai is undoubtedly the most relaxed of the three people in the sword formation. He didn't even move his hands behind his back. He just used the Longyou Nine Heavens movement technique, sliding leisurely in the sword formation, criss-crossing and dense like rain. He was so angry that he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Pu Bagua Great Sword Formation!"

Seeing that the little sword array couldn't do anything to Fang Bai and the others, Daoist Qingxuan's expression changed slightly, and he yelled again.

He shouted, and among the disciples of Qingcheng Temple who were watching the battle, dozens of people held long swords and flew to join the sword array.

In an instant, the Eight Diagrams Small Sword Formation composed of seven, seven, forty-nine people turned into a Eight Diagrams Great Sword Formation composed of ninety-nine and eighty-one people, and its power increased several times.

The ghost hand was trapped in the small sword formation, and it was already a bit difficult to deal with it. At this time, the big sword formation was completed, and he was under even greater pressure. Not long after, his left arm felt cold and was scratched by the tip of a long sword, and he was hurt. minor injury.

Although the three of them were divided and surrounded, Fang Bai's spiritual consciousness scattered and enveloped the entire sword array. He knew the situation of Ghost Hand and Wu De clearly.

Fat Taoist Wu De is worthy of being a high-ranking powerhouse at the prefecture level. Although the pressure of the great sword formation has doubled for him, he is still able to handle it with ease, but it will take some time for him to break through the formation now.

The ghost hand was injured, and Fang Bai knew it clearly, but he didn't lend a helping hand.

For warriors, the more dangerous and difficult the battle situation, the more they can enrich their actual combat experience and hone their will to fight. The more pressure the ghost hand bears, the more benefits they will get in the future.

It can be said that after this battle, the combat power of the ghost hand will be improved to a higher level.

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The sound of the clothes being torn continued to be heard, and there was also the low and miserable humming of the ghost hand.

Half an hour passed, and Ghost Hand's clothes were torn into pieces, and he had suffered countless sword wounds. Blood kept oozing from his wounds, soaking his clothes, making him look like a bloody man.

This battle was unprecedentedly fierce for Ghost Hand, and consumed a huge amount. Although he could continuously absorb the vitality in the primordial stone to replenish it, the speed of replenishment was far from keeping up with the speed of consumption. In the end, his true essence and physical strength were almost exhausted. His legs began to flutter, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.

Although he knew that the master must be by his side, the ghost hand still gritted his teeth and did not make a sound for help.

When he was about to run out, the ghost hand suddenly had a kind of enlightenment, and his realm cultivation reached a critical point of advancement in an instant.

As long as he is given a moment, he will be able to break through the promotion barrier in one fell swoop, reach a new level, and his strength will advance by leaps and bounds.

Fang Bai sensed the changes in Ghost Hand immediately. He wanted to protect Ghost Hand and help him break through, so he stepped forward with one foot and stomped on the ground.

"Get out!"

At the same time as his right foot landed, Fang Bai opened his mouth and let out a deep and thick roar.

God elephant eight wild steps!

The lion howling sound wave!

Fang Bai's foot stepped down, like an ancient prehistoric idol with a height of 10,000 feet, trampling the ground with its giant pillar-like legs, the whole Qingcheng Temple seemed to tremble.

The ninety-nine and eighty-one Qingcheng Temple disciples who formed the Eight Diagrams Great Sword Formation stumbled and found it difficult to stand firm, and the sword formation suddenly became chaotic.

At the same time, Fang Bai's roar was like an enraged lion roaring towards the sky.

The sound waves rolled out, like invisible sound waves, impacting all around, causing all the disciples of the Qingcheng Temple to churn, their heads were dizzy, and their eardrums were about to burst.

Some of the weaker Qingchengguan disciples dropped their long swords, covered their ears with their hands, and rolled on the ground with pained expressions on their faces.

Even Taoist Master Qingxuan, who possessed perfect strength at the Xuan level, turned pale, his figure swayed a few times, and he almost fell to the ground.

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