This Qinglian Sword Formation is indeed a sword formation left over from ancient times. It is different because it was made by a famous master. The sword intention contained in it made the three of them sigh with emotion.
Fortunately, these three people are all masters of sword cultivation and have unique attainments in the understanding of swordsmanship. Otherwise, if they were half sword cultivation, even if the sword formation was handed over to them, they might not be able to succeed. Even the three of them dare not say that they can bring out 100% of the power of the sword array in such a short period of time. After all, this is their first time working together. Who can guarantee that there will be no mistakes
However, these are no longer questions at this moment. The sword formation has been launched and there is no way out.
With just a simple move, the Zombie King was already keenly aware that the Green Lotus Sword Formation was no ordinary killing move, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly: "This sword formation is good, it is finally worth my move."
"Hmph!" Zhao Guohua snorted coldly, "Zombie King, please stop being so arrogant. This sword formation is specially prepared for you. We will definitely kill you here!"
The Zombie King sneered: "I'm not interested in fighting a lawsuit with you. If you want to kill me, show your skills!"
"as you wish!"
Sword dance is like tapping apple blossoms against the breeze.
The sword array was unremarkable. Apart from the surge of air, it had no momentum at all when the three of them launched their killing moves. The three of them stood in mid-air, but did not move. Their eyes were closed, and their sword intent was above everything else. The space was calm, and the four people, including the Zombie King, seemed to be asleep, standing there quietly, isolated and independent.
In the sword formation, the scene that the Zombie King saw was completely different from the people below. From outside the sword formation, the so-called sword formation was empty. The four of them were just like one, two, and three wooden men, as if who was the first? Whoever touches it loses. In the sword formation, the sword light danced and green lotuses bloomed. The zombie king seemed to be in a lotus pond, with green lotuses blooming one after another around him.
When the wind blew, the petals rose with the wind. The Zombie King raised his head slightly and saw petals flying between the sky and the earth. These petals seemed to be alive, dancing around him.
This does not look like a killing sword formation, it is simply a fairyland in the prosperous age.
However, the next second, the painting style suddenly changed, and the petals fell on the Zombie King's body, making a clanging sound. Each petal was like a sword energy. If it weren't for the Zombie King's body~ It was so terrifying that it might have been poked into a sieve by so many petals.
However, there are four words called water droplets piercing through stone. No matter how strong the Zombie King's body is, if one position is attacked countless times, there will always be a time when the defense is broken.
He seemed to be still testing the power of the sword formation, and was not in a hurry to take action. He moved his feet, walking like the wind, at an extremely fast speed. As he moved, not a single petal in the sky could be touched.
If you can't even touch it, what's the point of attacking
The sword formation changed again, the petal sword light was sharp, and the long swords came together, like a long dragon hundreds of meters tall, roaring and rushing towards the zombie king.
The sword moves!
The sky collapses!
The ground cracks!
This time, the Zombie King showed a slight smile, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. He finally took action, raising his arm, opening his palm, and his black and sharp nails grew crazily.
The next moment, the sea of clouds rolled, slowly drooped, covering the entire space, and a claw as black as ink and extremely bloody fell from the sky, heading towards the long dragon.
Hit the snake seven inches, subdue the dragon and twist the faucet.
Barely giving the dragon any chance to struggle, the giant claw directly twisted the dragon's head, letting it round and flatten it. He forcibly squeezed the dragon into a ball and pressed it downwards.
The sword collapsed!
The array is destroyed!
People are destroyed!
After all, it was only the first time for the three of Zhao Guohua to cooperate. Even with their own swordsmanship and talent, it was impossible not to make mistakes. But in just a moment, the flaw was caught by the other party, and the zombie king reached the realm. The crushing force and the timing control completely defeated the sword formation of three people.
In this battle, humans lose and zombies win!
Looking at the three people flying backwards and spitting blood from their mouths, the Zombie King was not in a hurry and said with a smile: "The sword array is very powerful. The long dragon bites people and it is difficult to control it. It's a pity that the person controlling the array is too bad. Poor, poor coordination, even the sword power is not enough. Even with this sword formation, you are just a bunch of rabble, and you are bound to lose!"
"It's a pity that this excellent sword formation is good, but I'm not good at swordsmanship, so even if I stay, it's of no use. Since you lose, your wish to kill me will be in vain. Next, it's me who will take your lives. when."
The Zombie King always had a faint smile on his face, but that smile gave people a terrifying and permeating feeling. The pressure always covered everyone's heads, making them feel like breathing was a luxury.
"Fuck! You're going to die anyway, I'll fight you!" A monk couldn't bear the terrible pressure brought by the Zombie King and shouted, "How dare you, monster! Die!"
However, before he could make another move, the Zombie King just hooked his finger, and the man's skin cracked like dried soil, and strands of blood gathered into a scarlet stream of water and flew up into the air. The Zombie King opened his mouth. , the sharp fangs were shining, and all the blood was sucked into the mouth.
The monk's blood essence and blood were drained from his body, and his skin shrank like old tree bark. The eight-foot tall man turned into a mummy like a little old man and fell to the ground.
Collect blood from the air!
The stupid people who wanted to move were shocked by this move. For a while, no one dared to take action anymore. Zhao Guohua and the other three people had the highest cultivation level among the people, but they were still defeated by a zombie king even though he was injured. Not to mention them, in the end they are just blood food for the other party.
But, if this is the case, will the Zombie King let them go
He glanced down with sharp eyes and said in a cold voice: "You, the mere insignificant humans, dare to destroy my foundation and cut off my cultivation path. You deserve to die! If I hadn't been in seclusion before, you wouldn't have escaped at all. Maybe, I didn’t expect that not only would you not be grateful to me, but you would also dare to sneak attack on me, causing me to be injured. Now, I will use your essence and blood to nourish my injuries and make up for the loss of my foundation!!"
"Don't even think about it!!!"
Zhao Guohua roared, and the three of them took action again. Although they were seriously injured, they still refused to give up. Unfortunately, faith cannot represent everything. In the face of the absolute strength of the Zombie King, they were vulnerable to a single blow.
"Hmph! The mantis is using its arm as a chariot! Then I'll start with you! Give it to me!!!" (To be continued)