Nan Lingsha looked at the crowd on the hillside and frowned.
There are more people in the Nine Army Cemetery Mountain than expected, and they obviously won't give up any of the brocade boxes here easily.
"Hoo hoo!!!!!!!"
The dragons roared, and I don't know how many dragon shepherds there are. For a while, Banpo was occupied by giant dragons and ancient dragon figures, and there were many black dragons hovering in the sky!
The roar was deafening. Since their goal was Zhu Minglang on the top of the mountain, these dragon beasts rushed to the top of the mountain and breathed on the top of the mountain!
The dragons breathe, and you can see the energy of different colors gushing in the mausoleum mountain!
Breath of flames, breath of frost, breath of dying light, roar of thunder, roar of shivering, roar of sonic boom...
The colorful breath of destruction intertwined above the Mausoleum Mountain into an incomparably terrifying picture.
Facing the breath baptism of the dragon beasts, Zhu Minglang swung his sword towards the air.
This time his sword speed seemed a bit slow, more like he was using the sword to trace some shape.
"Bagua Sword!"
After Zhu Minglang finished his last sword strike, a cyan pattern suddenly appeared where his sword mark had passed, and it looked like a gossip table!
Nan Lingsha on the side looked at the sword mark in surprise.
Isn't this the gossip stone platform that I drew in front of Yaoshan Jianzong Villa
But Zhu Minglang used his swordsmanship to draw it out in the air, and the gossip shield formed by the sword mark and Qihong was even more amazing!
Bagua Jianhong is like a huge mirror barrier, all breaths and roars are blocked by this sword move, you can see the turbulent elemental energy, combat skill tremors, and mysterious attacks are all mixed together , A wanton storm of power formed about ten meters in front of Zhu Minglang, but it couldn't hurt Zhu Minglang in the gossip sword and shield.
"Awww!!!!"
The Golden Dragon is above the Mausoleum Hill, on top of Zhu Minglang's head.
Its tail drooped down and began to stir vigorously.
Toss the river and sea!
Jin Qionglong is using its Canglong Xuanjutsu.
Although there is not a single drop of water here, what Jin Qionglong stirs is not the real river and sea, but Qi Jiangfenghai, which is everything in the universe!
The golden air current is surging.
Golden waves are sweeping.
Jin Qionglong's Canglong Xuanju surpassed all the breaths of dragon beasts, and was even more powerful than the sum of those master-level dragon beasts.
I saw those heavy sarcophagi, huge rocks, and standing statues in the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, all of which could not withstand such turbulence. They rolled irregularly, collided with each other, and some were even smashed directly!
Zhu Minglang was right at the center of the golden dragon's mysterious art, and the gossip around him finally dimmed a little at this moment, and was being disintegrated by the golden dragon's mysterious art.
It's just that he doesn't seem to worry about it at all.
He glanced at the rushing dragons and crowd, and then at Nan Lingsha.
"Actually, the Sword Meteor Formation is not a formation, but a sword technique." Zhu Minglang said to Nan Lingsha.
"Look, this is the first sword!"
Zhu Minglang naturally knew why Nan Lingsha could only imitate four swords in the Fallen Sword Formation. It was not because her level was not high enough, but because she misunderstood the true meaning of the Fallen Sword Formation!
Nan Lingsha's eyes were bright, but she was also staring at him intently.
The Sword Falling Formation can be regarded as one of the rare paintings in which she has mastered a powerful force, and there are many doubts in her heart.
After all, just using the power of the four swords of the Fallen Sword Formation can already defeat Yun Zhonghe, the chief disciple of the Yaoshan Sword Sect. If you can understand the true charm and soul of the Fallen Sword Formation, this painting can be further developed Extreme!
first sword.
It is a giant sword.
The sword spirit dragon in Zhu Minglang's hand is not that kind of heavy sword.
But when Zhu Minglang raised one hand horizontally, Nan Lingsha saw behind Zhu Minglang, a huge shadow like a mountain peak emerged.
The shadow of the sword is like a peak, and its momentum is terrifying!
Zhu Minglang finally dropped his sword, and saw a real mountain sword shadow fall down like a thunderbolt above the sky.
The sword shadow of the mountain peak fell straight, just passing over the body of Jin Qionglong, Jin Qionglong seemed to be suppressed by the mountain's back, and fell to the ground violently!
The sword shadow of the mountain peak fell into the hillside, like a monument, carrying some kind of repressive force.
For a moment, the ancient dragons and giant dragons rushing from the hillside also seemed to be bearing the pressure of Mount Tai, they were struggling to move, they couldn't bear the pressure of the sword, and prostrated themselves on the ground!
A sense of oppression struck, the sword shadow mountain stood tall, and countless dragon shepherds fell down on the slope of Mausoleum Mountain.
Each of them is the same as their own dragon beast, carrying a huge stone heavy sword on their backs. No matter how resolute a person is, it is difficult to break free from the suppression of this sword shadow!
"This is the second sword." Zhu Minglang said again.
The second sword pointed out.
The slender and slender sword body was like a white gas snake, quickly struck from the highest point of the Mausoleum Mountain, and turned into a white python in Nan Lingsha's eyes!
The python twisted its body and swept across the four directions. It was nimble and full of strength. It could be seen that the flying dragons circling in the air were all swept down by the python of sword aura!
Many dragon shepherds were on the backs of their flying dragons. Originally, they escaped from the suppression of the sword shadow mountain and were at high altitude, but they didn't expect Zhu Minglang's second sword to come out so fast, and the python of sword qi was completely A heavenly god python, the sky is so wide, but there is no room for any dragon beast to hover around!
"The third sword!"
Zhu Minglang's sword was withdrawn suddenly, but the force of the withdrawal caused the Mausoleum Mountain to shake.
Nan Lingsha noticed that Zhu Minglang had countless strands of air on the sword in his hand, and these strands of air seemed to suck away all the surrounding air when he swiftly returned the sword.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying sword cry appeared on the hill of the Nine Army Tombs, like thousands of troops galloping from afar, more like a real tsunami rolling over, everyone was in it, dizzy, and their internal organs were even more misplaced It's just as painful!
"The fourth sword!"
Followed by Zhu Minglang, he gave a light drink.
There are nine mausoleum peaks on the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, but for some reason there are countless terrible cracks. Looking from the wall and the city tower, the Nine Army Tomb Mountain seems to be torn apart by something. Shocking rifts even appeared!
On the tower, Yun Zhonghe, the chief disciple of Yaoshan Sword Sect, was stunned.
He looked at the tomb of the Ninth Army that was torn apart by Zhu Minglang's fourth sword, and then slowly turned his gaze to his uncle Wu Feng next to him.
No one has ever told him that the Sword Meteor Formation is a sword technique!
Each of Zhu Minglang's swords clearly shows the characteristics of every ancient sword in the sword formation...
Giant Sword, Cloud Sword, Howling Sword, Cracking Sword!
In the sword falling formation drawn by Nan Lingsha back then, the shadows of the four swords that appeared were obviously biased, but Zhu Minglang displayed the true power of the falling sword formation at this moment!