"That's right! Jian Wuchen, don't think that if you beat me with a sword earlier, your strength is really stronger than me. You haven't really experienced my Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Formation." As soon as Ao Fangchen finished speaking, A few formation weapons appeared in his hand.
Following his hand formula, the magic weapon appeared in a strange light, enveloping him.
"Thousand illusions, subdue the devil!" Ao Fangchen slashed out with a sword, and when it came out from the strange light of the magic weapon, it turned into a thousand sword shadows, and its power was doubled compared to his previous sword.
When he came to Holy Sword Peak, he originally wanted to seek "justice" for Han Yutang, but he was defeated by Jian Wuchen's hand and his reputation was ruined for many years. This strike was not only to seek "justice" for Han Yutang, but also to rectify his reputation as an elder. Naturally, he did not hold back, and even used his ability to suppress the bottom of the box.
Such a strong formation! It was only then that Mu Hanyan knew that his Thousand Illusion Subduing Demon Formation not only had the ability to confine shackles, but also directly increase the power of the sword, which was similar to their five magic weapons. It turns out that Han Yutang didn't show the strength of this formation last time, otherwise she really couldn't break it easily.
"The way of the sword, Wuchen!" Jian Wuchen's expression became extremely solemn, and he slashed out with his sword again.
"Shut!" The holy sword intent swayed out again, without any impurities.
But this time, he failed to cut through Ao Fangchen's sword light. The two sword glows met in mid-air, and they couldn't stand each other, like two black dragons fighting to the death.
It's no wonder that although Jian Wuchen is full of talent, he was still one of the two most promising saints in the past to take over the position of Holy Lord, but after all, it has been abandoned for thousands of years, and Ao Fangchen has been practicing hard for thousands of years. Most of the energy is put on the Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Demon Formation.
It was really hard work for Jian Wuchen to beat him.
The two sword glows condensed and did not disperse, colliding with dazzling sword lights, but no one can beat the other.
However, Jian Wuchen's Wuchen swordsmanship came from a sword soul left by that peerless powerhouse in the Holy Court Continent after all, and it is by no means comparable to Ao Fangchen. As time went by, Ao Fangchen's more powerful sword light still slowly disappeared. Obviously, if this stalemate continues, Ao Fangchen will undoubtedly lose.
"I didn't expect that Elder Wuchen's cultivation is so terrifying."
"I heard that he almost took over the position of Holy Master before. I still didn't believe it. Only now do I know that he really has that kind of strength."
"Elder Ao is too confident, he doesn't even think about it, if it wasn't for the injury of Elder Wu Chen, how could he have the fame and status he has today?"
"That's right, knowing that Elder Wu Chen has recovered from his injuries, he still wants to make a move. Isn't that just asking for trouble? It's a pity that the fame of a lifetime will be ruined like this." There was a lot of discussion.
In fact, they felt more sympathy for Ao Fangchen, but these words were said too bluntly, like a loud slap in the face, heavily slapped on his face.
Ao Fangchen's old face was as red as a pig's liver, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"Elder Ao, it's just a grievance between the juniors. How about we let them settle it by themselves?" Jian Wuchen said again, not wanting to ruin Ao Fangchen's reputation.
"Jian Wuchen, do you think you really won the old man!" Jian Wuchen originally had good intentions, but hearing Ao Fangchen's ears, it was tantamount to a great humiliation, and he roared from embarrassment into anger.
At the same time, the long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, and thousands of sword glows morphed out, flashing the unique light of formation runes, like a huge sword net, flying towards Mu Hanyan and others .
"Ao Fangchen, are you crazy?" Jian Wuchen shouted in shock.
Although Ao Fangchen's sword split half of the sword power, and he was no longer able to compete with his Wuchen swordsmanship, the other half of the sword power was still too strong for Mu Hanyan and others to compete.
The most important thing is that the thousand sword glows were not only aimed at Mu Hanyan, but the other hundred guardian descendants of gods were also shrouded in it.
Doesn't he know what these descendants of the guardian of the gods mean to the Holy Land? Doing so is no different from being crazy.
"Elder Ao, stop!" Jin Qisheng was also startled, shouted, and slapped the thousands of sword lights with his palm.
But he was already famous for his medical skills, and his own strength was not strong, so how could he be able to block Ao Fangchen's sword? After hearing a muffled sound, Jin Qisheng was sent flying by the sword glow.
The disciples of the Holy Court under the peak were also stunned, they never thought that Ao Fangchen would be so frenzied.
The faces of Mu Hanyan and the others changed drastically. Compared with other people, they felt the horror of Ao Fangchen's sword more clearly. This sword was not something they could resist at all. Under the shackles of the spirit formation, they didn't even have a chance to escape.
"Thousands, destroy the formation!" At the critical juncture, a cold shout suddenly sounded.
"Lanxi!" Mu Hanyan turned her head in surprise.
Ye Lanyan's tall and elegant figure flew towards him like a meteor, and the Thousand Breaking Sword flashed bright light, piercing straight towards Ao Fangchen's Thousand Illusory Sword.
"Crack!" The flashing runes of the sword light shattered fiercely, and there was a crisp sound like a crystal breaking.
Compared with the last time he fought against Tian Annan in Anyun Capital, the power of Ye Lanyu's formation-breaking sword was obviously much stronger.
Although Ye Lanyan's age is much younger than Ao Fangchen's, and his cultivation level cannot be compared with his ten thousand years of hard work, but Ao Fangchen's sword is divided into two at this time, which is equivalent to one against two. Of these two people, one is the saint who was most likely to inherit the throne of the Holy Master a thousand years ago, and the other is the saint who is the most likely to inherit the throne of the Holy Master after a thousand years. Their strength is self-evident.
More importantly, what Ye Lanyan was using at this time was the formation-breaking sword of the Thousand Breaking Sword, which had great restraint on his Thousand Imaginary Subduing Demons.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ao Fangchen played the sword formula again and again, but still couldn't stop Ye Lanyan's sword intent that broke through the formation.
As his Thousand Illusory sword light shattered like soap bubbles, Ye Lanyan's sword light also swept past his chest, bringing out a cloud of blood. "Ye Lanyan, it's you!" Although it's a long story, from Ye Lanye's appearance to breaking the sword array, and then to stabbing Ao Fangchen with a sword, it was just a matter of seconds. Until then, Ao Fangchen Only then did I recognize who it was.
Ye Lanyan's sword was actually not heavy. With Ao Fangchen's strength, he didn't even need to take pills, and his injury was healed instantly. But what this sword stabbed was not his body, but his face. Dignity accumulated over thousands of years. Looking at Ye Lanyan, Ao Fangchen's eyes could almost burst into flames.
"Elder Ao, I offended you." Ye Lan said neither humble nor overbearing.