Chapter 383: The Battle to Break the Formation
Now is the time. Zhou Jie and others are not willing to accept it. Seeing that someone can stabilize the situation, they are all overjoyed and unpack their bags one after another, taking away a large number of unwanted magic weapons and elixirs. , dedicated all of them, turned into streams of light, and flew into the cannon fodder.
After the cannon fodder group got something and saw that Xie Huan was confident, they immediately calmed down and raised their fighting spirit. After all, no one wanted to die.
“I have a simple wedge-shaped formation with forty-nine changes that can break this formation. The changes are hard to explain at the moment, so just follow the orders.”
Thank you for your support. He raised his sword and said loudly: "Those with higher cultivation level are in front. Zhou Jie, you take the lead. Row in the back according to their realm. Everyone is thirty feet apart, forming the simplest wedge shape to hit the point of my sword."
Zhou Jie's expression changed drastically, but everyone's eyes were focused on him.
And he may not be the strongest here in terms of strength, but in terms of realm, he is definitely one of the strongest.
He gritted his teeth and his face was livid, but he still followed the instructions and stood at the front.
At this time, the arrow is on the string. There is no other choice but to obey the order. Once you object, you will inevitably be suppressed, which will lead to the collapse of the newly stabilized situation.
So he knew very well that even if Xie Huan wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate, he could only endure it and be cautious in order to survive.
Everyone immediately lined up to form a huge wedge, with all the foundation-building monks standing at the back.
Xie Huan's sword waved lightly, pointing at the weakest point.
The alien monks who maintain this wind and fire area are not only the weakest in average strength, but also have the lowest energy in their magic weapons.
Zhou Jie and others glanced at each other, then shouted and rushed towards that position.
The faces of the aliens outside the formation changed drastically. When they saw the human race forming up, they became alert. Seeing this formation and the place of impact, they immediately had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.
"Block!"
The commander of the formation was a peak-level pill-forming monk from the Wind Shadow Clan. His face was livid, and he came to the area in a flash, throwing out a piece of black robe. More than ten magic weapons appeared and flew into the formation one after another.
Of course he knew the weak links of this formation, and he was mentally prepared to be seen through by the opponent.
These magic weapons were immediately integrated into the formation, and the light shone brightly, and the wind and fire energy in the entire area suddenly surged.
Several magic weapons shook, spitting out streams of spiritual light, turning into flames and shooting out.
The nearby foreign races arrived in this area instantly and were ready.
Xie Huan smiled indifferently, turned the direction of his sword, and shouted: "Change!"
The magic formula of change was transmitted into the secret.
Zhou Jie and other hundreds of people suddenly stopped. After a brief panic, the formation changed, forming a fork, split into three groups, and rushed to another area.
The commander of the Wind Shadow Tribe changed his expression and shouted: "Block it!"
He also hurriedly directed the formation changes.
Unexpectedly, the three forces suddenly separated before they arrived, and the two forces turned around and rushed to other places. Only one actually rushed towards the barrier of the wind and fire shield formation.
"Boom!"
A large number of magic weapons and spells were activated, hitting the barrier, causing ripples of flames, and falling into local chaos.
As soon as the alien race next to them came over for reinforcements, this group of humans immediately turned around and left, rushing to other places.
Soon the human races in the formation were dividing and reuniting, splitting for a while, gathering for a while, attacking when they were strong, attacking when they were weak, and running away as soon as they were hit, and the formation began to become chaotic.
The people of the Fengying tribe who presided over the formation were shocked and angry. The weakness of their formation was its bulkiness, and its advantage was its power. But at this moment, Xie Huan was completely targeting their weaknesses, and all the advantages were gone. .
He stared at the human being commanding the formation in shock, and winked at his two subordinates. The figures of the two Wind Shadow tribesmen immediately flickered, became dim, and slowly integrated into the formation. , shuttled past, and then disappeared into a gust of wind.
The commander of the formation looked extremely ugly. The situation that he originally thought was a sure victory was about to collapse after being disrupted a few times.
He knows that the other party is definitely a master of formations, and his attainments are far above his own. It is almost impossible to rely on his own talents to turn the corner and defeat the other party. He can only send people to assassinate him. Fortunately, he is in that person's realm. It's not high, and at a glance it's only in the early stages of pill formation.
But soon, the eyelids of the commander of the formation jumped violently. The two people he sent, one was in the late stage of pill formation and the other was in the middle stage of pill formation. They were both genius monks of the wind element. They were the best in the assassination sect. It was difficult even for me to catch their traces, but the human race suddenly flickered, and there was a dark sword in his left hand, as if he slashed at random.
The area under the sword became gray and full of haze, and then blood shot out from the haze, and the monk who was in the middle stage of elixir formation was split in half.
Xie Huan was as if he had swatted a fly to death. It was completely insignificant. The dead ghost in his right hand continued to direct the attack direction.
The formation commander’s eyes almost bulged out and he couldn’t believe it.
At this time, Xie Huan waved the haze in his left hand again, and a line of gray haze struck out. A gust of wind blew in front, and a figure suddenly retreated. It was the killer of the Wind Shadow Clan in the late stage of pill formation. He The shock at this moment was far more intense than that of the formation commander.
Only when you really get close to Xie Huan and launch an attack can you feel the sense of randomness and oppression brought by the other party. It is as if you are a fly, not in the eyes of the other party at all, being driven away at will, but most of the other party's mind is It's all about commanding and breaking the formation. The killer's self-esteem was severely hit, and his figure turned into the shape of wind in a flash, swirling around Xie Huan, trying to catch his loopholes.
But Xie Huan was standing there directing the formation, and there were holes all over his body, as if there was no need to capture...
A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he rushed forward again Go up, use the magical power of the wind blade, and in an instant, with him as the center, thousands of people descend, and the entire space seems to turn into a mountain of knives.
Xie Huan turned a deaf ear and waved his sword with his left hand again, flashing into the void. Several rays of haze sword energy shot out, going around and around, not even walking in a straight line, walking through the tens of thousands of people, slashing towards each other. The killer was injured all over his body.
The killer's eyes popped out again. He actually still had this kind of sword energy?
The figure hurriedly flashed and retreated into the distance.
"Just sacrifice your moon-turning treasure wheel to kill him, why bother playing monkey, buzzing around like flies, annoying."
Chi said.
“You don’t understand.”
"You're just asking me if you don't understand."
"You should shut up if you don't understand."
"...Get the hell out of here, I really wish you were killed by this fly."
"Why didn't I see that you are so dark in your heart before?"
"Hey, I am a pirate, what do you think of me? Do you still want me to be civilized, harmonious, and friendly? …”
"Yes, yes, stop talking, don't affect my command."
Xie Huan blocked him directly, not bothering to deal with him anymore.
There is a reason why he does not kill this killer. The formation is currently being broken very smoothly. It will not take long for the formation to be broken. The other party will pin their hopes on killing him. If he kills this killer, If the other party's hope is shattered, he must think of other methods and changes. To avoid trouble, just keep this fly and keep the other party full of hope.
Moreover, the opponent is in the late stage of pill formation and is a wind cultivator. Whether the moon-turning treasure wheel can be killed with one move or two is uncertain. Instead, one of his own trump cards has been exposed.
The formation commander of the Wind Shadow Tribe is getting more and more anxious, and the wind and fire shield formation in front of him is getting more and more chaotic. Even the opponent's foundation-building monks cannot be killed, and one of our own has also lost a knot. In the middle stage of Dan, this made him extremely crazy, wishing he could just stare Xie Huan to death with his eyes.
Xie Huan seemed to sense his emotions, cast a pair of friendly eyes and smiled in return.
The two people looked at each other, and the formation commander grunted, and his internal injuries were directly angered, and he hurriedly sent a message into the secret, asking the killer to kill quickly.
The killer was also anxious, and in a frenzy, he dodged and killed four or five human monks flying around. Then, with a sudden change of heart, he turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards Xie Huan.
He thought that his realm was two levels higher than the opponent's. Even if he couldn't kill the opponent, crushing him with such a realm would at least disrupt the opponent's command layout, which was equivalent to having an effect.
Xie Huan instantly felt a strong sense of oppression, knowing that the other party no longer wanted to assassinate, but directly killed him openly.
Many human monks also sensed the existence of this killer. They were horrified and wanted to come over to help. They were immediately stopped by Xie Huan's message. They stared at the killer, raised their swords, and waved in the distance.
The killer thought that Xie Huan was going to attack him, and he was immediately on high alert. Who knew that the sword was pointing somewhere else, actually giving a command? His pride exploded, and he was so angry that his orifices smoked, and he roared: "Don't do it. Look down on me! Wanren Mountain!”
The whole person merges with the wind, and the cutting power of countless mountains comes down.
He held two Emei Thorns in his hands, pushed forward, and a pair of wind fangs appeared in the Wanren Mountains, locking Xie Huan and suppressing them.
“Now.”
Xie Huan's eyes flashed and he looked at the surrounding formation, feeling extremely calm and calculating rapidly in his mind.
The eyes of many foreign races were attracted by this killer, including the formation commander. It was the perfect time to break the formation in one fell swoop. He quickly sent a message to everyone to change, turning into two wedges, respectively. Rush in different directions.
Everyone was shocked. They saw Xie Huan being shrouded at the foot of Wanren Mountain, almost at the moment of life and death, but he still had the intention to give orders?
They are all in extremely complicated moods, but after this confrontation, their trust in Xie Huan has reached the extreme. Even Zhou Jie and others admire Xie Huan.
“Kill!”
Zhou Jie roared and led one of his teams towards the Wind and Fire Shield Formation.
He was extremely complicated in his heart. He hoped that Xie Huan would not die, so that they would have a greater chance of surviving. He also hoped that Xie Huan would die. Is there any justice for such a monster to not die?
Xie Huan was commanding while the sword in his left hand flickered, and he changed into Mingchen, flying in the air, and a sword light spread out.
"Imperial!"
Xie Huan made a secret with his left hand and moved a little towards Mingchen. The thick earth elements "rumbling", and the phantom of the rock tiger burst out and emerged at the same time. There is also a piece of land, and the Yanxiu stands in this land, roaring and rushing towards Wanren Mountain.
(End of this chapter)