Chapter 1108 Swords facing each other
It took Lin Fan some time to determine that this was a trap.
When Chisai told her about the trapped formation, this formation diagram was included in the extended content. It evolved based on the basic formation and is not too complicated.
If it weren't for the complicated environment in the swamp forest, with too dense trees and too dim light, she would have discovered such a formation faster.
But it was this kind of fusion that was adapted to local conditions that made a formation that was not originally difficult have a dramatic effect... Lin Fan was taught a lesson.
Now that you know the formation diagram, it will be easier to get out of the formation.
The only thing that made Lin Fan hesitate was the extra position. She didn't know if there were any special settings for that formation point, nor was she sure what impact the extra formation points would have on the entire formation.
But after thinking about it, I still don't understand why Yu Sinian placed such a seemingly complicated but actually simple trap here.
Although it is not easy for people who do not understand the formation to get out of the formation easily. But if you don't care about the consequences and break the formation directly, you only need a cultivation level comparable to Yu Sinian's to do it.
The main focus of the trapped formation is the word trapped, and there is no real door to death. Maybe it was also because they would get involved by mistake, but in this way, the power of the formation would also be greatly reduced.
The most direct way is to attack everything you can see without fail. There will always be a blind cat who encounters a dead mouse and destroys the formation's eyes.
In this way, it doesn't matter whether the sword cultivator understands the formation or not. Such a trap cannot stop him in the foundation building stage for long.
Of course, it's not impossible. Others didn't enter the trap.
Just that so much time has passed and she is still in the formation proves that Yu Sinian has most likely lost control of the matchup.
Then, there is another possibility at the same time - Yu Sinian cannot support a formation more complex than the trapping formation...
Although he still had some doubts, Lin Fan didn't want to think about it anymore and was going to try first to see if he could get out of the formation directly.
Anyway, she is talented and bold, and is not afraid of things going wrong. I'm afraid that she will continue to think about it, Yu Sinian can't wait...
Lin Fan made up his mind and immediately walked towards the Shengmen.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and there was a soft sound from behind, as if something heavy fell to the ground gently.
If the ground hadn't been covered with fallen leaves, and if Lin Fan hadn't had extraordinary hearing, he would have thought it was the sound under his feet.
She turned around and looked around, but unfortunately the light from the torch was limited, and there were only shadows in the darkness, so she couldn't see anything clearly. In the silent space, there was only the sound of burning torches, as if it was her illusion just now.
"Senior Sister Mu?" Lin Fan said to the darkness and put away the night pearl that was specially tied to the disciple's order.
After waiting for a while, there was no response.
Lin Fan, holding a torch, stood out in the darkness. If they were from Changtianmen, they would have definitely come out by now. So...
The moment the torch suddenly went out, someone approached quickly in the darkness, but the attack did not hit the person at the expected position.
As soon as the unexpected emotion arose, a sense of crisis surged into his heart, and he thrust the knife behind his back with his backhand.
With a "dang" sound, sparks flew everywhere.
Lin Fan had already clearly seen the opponent's single eye that was turned around. The Qingyin sword sent by Li Chuan kept stabbing continuously, forcing the opponent to block it with his sword.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang..." The dense collisions caught the usually arrogant sword cultivator off guard. Every time, he barely managed to block the attack, and he had to find a chance to turn around and face the person coming.
Big beads of sweat dripped down.
It had been so many years since he had encountered such a master, and he almost forgot that there was someone out there...
After being suppressed and beaten by Lin Fan for a while, the sword cultivator suddenly remembered that he was a monk and suddenly activated his powers.
Huge flames burst out along the blade and sprayed out far away, successfully repelling the opponent and illuminating her face.
Lin Fan took two steps back and saw the sword cultivator's appearance clearly... not quite clearly, just a pair of eyes, and the rest was covered in darkness. He didn't look like a good person at first glance.
His Ghost Head Sword looked extremely heavy. The flames no longer spread out, but the blade burned red. The sword was already raised horizontally... Lin Fan didn't give him a chance to attack. With a flick of the sword, plenty of water surged from the palm of his hand. to the sword.
The thin sword immediately turned into a broad sword, and Lin Fan swung it out.
"Bah..." The intersection of water and fire produced a huge amount of water vapor.
Neither of them gave in, and they just stood in a stalemate with their handsets in hand for a moment. The white mist quickly spread, blurring the vision again.
Daoxiu's eyesight is not very good, and the previous raids used torches to locate the target. With his eyesight blinded, facing a master swordsman whose powers could defeat him, he did not dare to be careless, so he raised his feet and moved toward the opposite side.
This kick is very powerful. If it is kicked directly, the lower body will be injured, and it will no longer be able to continue.
But who is Lin Fan? Lezheng Yuanqing hammered it out with his own hands. Not to mention the nameless person in front of him, even Li Chuan wanted to look up to the true swordsman.
Under his cruelty, Lin Fan's body had formed a reflex.
As soon as the other party raised his feet, she also raised her feet.
In terms of strength, Lin Fan was indeed inferior to the sword cultivator opposite him. But she is fast and responsive!
Dao Xiu only felt that his kick missed, and then his calf was stepped on... The woman opposite actually used his legs to jump up, and pressed towards him in mid-air.
He could feel water splashing on the skin around his eyes. He gritted his teeth and retracted his legs while his Dantian sank.
Please...you...collect_6_9_书_吧 (六//九//书//吧)
"Drink!" The sword cultivator yelled and pushed the sword out.
Lin Fan's strength and weight were no match for the opponent, so he followed the force and retreated. A beautiful swallow swung its tail and landed at a safe distance.
Over there, the fog in front of Dao Xiu has been dispelled by his flames that exploded again.
He threw a piece of white drill and hung it from the treetop next to him to the treetop on Lin Fan's side.
I don’t know what the fabric is made of, but it can emit white light. It hangs on the tree like a white woven lamp, illuminating the two people and the space between them clearly. It's much brighter than the sword on fire in the sword repairman's hand.
Dao Xiu looked at everything as bright as day and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dare you ask the fairy for her name?" He subconsciously didn't want to confront the woman opposite him.
Lin Fan didn't want to talk to him at all. After knowing that this man was of comparable strength, he made up his mind to use him to practice the swordsmanship taught by Li Chuan.
"Too much nonsense!" She stepped forward with her sword in a cold expression.
The sword repairer didn't get a good deal, so he had to go all out to deal with it.
It's just that Lin Fan's speed is difficult for ordinary people to keep up with, and the same goes for low-level monks.
She used the sword cultivator to make moves. At first, the sword cultivator could still feel her overwhelming advantage, but she didn't have time to be happy. As the opponent's movements became more and more proficient, she soon became clumsy again. After a while, the clothes on her body There are holes everywhere.
Looking at the increasingly proficient enemies, Dao Xiu still doesn't understand that he has become a tool. He has been treated with respect by others for so many years. When did he receive such an insult?
After being stabbed hard, he pulled out a ghost-headed sword with his left hand.
Sure enough, with one more knife, not only does the combat effectiveness double, but at least the defense becomes less cramped.
The two flaming swords firmly blocked Lin Fan's attack, leaving her sword with nowhere to go.
The sword cultivator, who had been frustrated for a long time, saw that the opponent's hands were dancing with afterimages. He couldn't break the defense of his own swords, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.
But before he could be proud, he saw a long sword in the opponent's hand.
Isn't it? Fake?
Sword Xiu was lucky, but he was sinking little by little as he exchanged blows with Lin Fan.
It wasn't until Lin Fan blocked his crossed swords with one sword, and the other sword hit his throat from the gap above, that the swordsman finally gave in.
Before he could even say his begging for mercy, the surrounding space suddenly became distorted.
The light changed again.