"Wen Family Daoist Wen Yiru Confucianism, guard the pass here!"
Breaking into the fifth formation in one breath, Fang Xing was also slightly taken aback. The person guarding the formation was surprisingly an acquaintance, and the leader was a middle-aged man with a refined face. The great Confucian master of the Wen family who had been defeated by Gong Shi, Wen Yiru, and in the sky, there are many Wen family talisman masters wearing blue shirts, there are nearly a hundred of them, and each of them has a terrifying and dignified look. meaning.
"Little devil, you have entered this formation today, don't even think about going out again!"
A woman's voice sounded bitterly, but it was a woman with a beautiful face, she was Wen Yanxin, who was almost cut into pieces by Fang Xing's sword in Tianyi Palace, and was rescued by Wen Yiru. I haven't seen it all this time, but I didn't expect that the fifth team was guarded by their Wen family, and she, as a leader of the Wen family, came to this team and became one of the defenders.
"There are two old men here, right? Where are they?"
Fang Xing just glanced at the two of them, then looked around.
Before entering the battle, he had already asked clearly. He knew that the five elders of Daxue Mountain, Long Jianting were dead, and Chu Taishang was dying, but Zhang Daoyi, Ye Guyin and Ying Qiaoqiao's master Hu Qin were trapped In the fifth formation, life and death are unknown.
"You mean the two of them?"
On Wen Yanxin's delicate and beautiful face, there was a hint of cruelty, and he slowly raised his finger.
Fang Xing looked at it, and his expression changed drastically.
At this time, I am in the fifth formation, surrounded by real illusion mirrors, but it is a vast ancient mountain. It is like entering a world with only continuous mountains and vast sea of clouds. At the bottom of the mountain, there is a big mountain, suppressed in the center, and there are two extremely weak breaths coming up from below, it is the old man Hu Qin and Zhang Daoyi.
Those two breaths are being consumed by the mighty mountain will and will be cut off at any time.
"Two old men, you actually suppressed them down the mountain?"
Fang Xing's eyes were rounded, and bloodshot faintly appeared.
"Who told them that they couldn't break through the formation, but took advantage of the opportunity and sent one of them out?"
Seeing Fang Xing, Wen Yanxin saw a deep hatred in his eyes, and shouted sharply: "Little devil, you'd better be smart and kneel down and beg for mercy immediately, otherwise this girl will kill the two of them first. Suppress you for another hundred years, vent my hatred!"
Fang Xing didn't answer her, but concentrated for a while, and called down: "Senior Huqin, can you still hear me?"
At the foot of the mountain, a weak sigh sounded: "Little friend, after all, you are still too tired to enter the battle. Did my brother Wan Luo also lose?"
Fang Xingdao: "He broke through two rounds by himself!"
A weak voice from below sighed: "It's not bad, little friend, since we entered this formation, we have the intention of not returning!"
Fang Xing nodded and said, "I'm sorry, old man!"
Hearing their conversation, Wen Yan frowned, and said sharply: "Little devil, you don't want their lives anymore?"
Fang Xing suddenly raised his head, and said solemnly: "I want your life more!"
"boom!"
Unceremoniously, he and the big golden crow waved to kill him. The big golden crow cooperated with him seamlessly, knowing the little devil's mind, spread his golden wings, and with endless mighty power, he slapped Fang Xing like crossing rivers and seas Come over, and Fang Xing also jumped up, kicked his legs on its wings, and immediately rushed towards Wen Yan's heart like a shooting star. In the process, a pair of golden wings appeared on his back. With a sudden flapping, the sweeping force was like lightning, and it rushed to Wen Yanxin in the blink of an eye.
"you dare… "
Wen Yanxin held up a mountain talisman and pressed it down.
A talisman is like a mountain, and when the talisman falls to the top of the mountain, the power of the mountain will be doubled.
However, Fang Xing didn't care about this mountain talisman at all, just like he didn't care about the old man Huqin and Zhang Daoyi below. He slashed at Wen Yanxin with a straight sword. There was no time to stop it, but the sharp sword blade had already slashed to the side in a fright, an indescribably terrifying killing intent poured into the atrium, disturbing the heart and lungs...
"Big brother save me..."
Wen Yanxin screamed, but it was too late when he made a sound.
"Back!"
At this moment, Wen Yiru was far more stable than Wen Yan. As early as when Fang Xing was shouting angrily, he had already guessed what he was thinking, and with a wave of his hand, seven or eight mountain talismans sprinkled down, like seven or eight mountain peaks in succession Constantly suppressing downwards, at the same time, his figure flashed sharply, swept behind Wen Yanxin, grabbed her by the back collar and pulled her back quickly, and at this moment, Fang Xing's eyes turned red, and he attacked her behind Ignoring the several mountain talismans, he pressed his left hand back, and the same mountain spirit emerged, smashing several mountain peaks, and continued to chop with his sword.
"Chi..."
One arm and half of Wen Yanxin's body were chopped off by him, and then Wen Yiru had time to pull her away.
"boom!"
This is not over yet, Fang Xing saw that the sword failed to kill Wen Yanxin, he stepped on the air with both feet, and rushed forward again, and in a flash he rushed to Wen Yanxin's body again, only to be scared Wen Yan was terrified like a lost soul, and screamed. Fortunately, at this time, Wen Yiru had already pushed the power of the formation, and the shadows of mountains in the sky flowed for a while, and they continued to suppress Fang Xing.
"Open it for me!"
Fang Xing only felt that the infinite and heavy force fell down from up, down, left, and right, he shouted loudly, and raised the mountain with his hands.
Boom!
At this time, the Great Golden Crow also swooped over, flapping its wings continuously, and kept flying the shadow of the mountain above Fang Xing's head.
However, all the talisman masters of the Wen family shouted and shot at the same time, one mountain talisman after another was sacrificed, but even the big golden crow was shrouded in it.
Boom boom boom!
Watching helplessly, Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow roared repeatedly, but their figures kept falling, and above their heads, there were mountains of Fuhua.
"Little devil, don't even look at where this is!"
Wen Yiru put a wooden talisman on Wen Yanxin to heal his wounds, and at the same time looked down with cold eyes, and said in a ruthless voice: "In order to guard the fifth formation, our Wen family moved out all the talismans within a hundred years. The top-grade mountain talismans that have been accumulated, what do you use to compete with my literary family's century-old accumulation? Just rely on your ridiculous mountain method? Your mountain method is ordinary, even more incomplete, and you have never practiced any great mountain method It’s okay to scare ordinary people, but in Wen Yiru’s eyes, that’s your big flaw!”
After healed Wen Yanxin, he put his hands behind his back, looked down coldly, and whispered to himself: "Don't underestimate me, Wen Yiru, I saw your flaws in the last battle of Jinghu. Flaw, since then, I have been waiting for this battle!"
Fang Xing, who was below, roared repeatedly, slashing the mountain with his knife.
However, the mountain talisman fell like rain, and with the power of this great formation, how terrifying it would be.
It was as if the sky was raining down from the mountains, and one after another, the buildings fell down one after another.
Every time he shattered a mountain, four or five mountains fell down and condensed into new mountains, hundreds of feet high, thousands of feet high, ten thousand feet high, with dozens or hundreds of mountain talismans carefully written by the writers over a hundred years At this time, the power condensed in one place, firmly suppressing Fang Xing and Da Jinwu at the bottom of the mountain, and the mountain was still growing and solidifying.
"Pfft..."
Fang Xing at the foot of the mountain spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was slowly fading.
"Hahahaha... Little devil, you still want to kill me when you are within this formation? I will suppress you for a hundred years!"
Wen Yan's heart was relieved, he laughed wildly, snatched the mountain talisman from other talisman masters, and poured it down.
"He... why is his breath getting weaker and weaker?"
At the foot of Fengchan Mountain at this time, Ying Qiaoqiao was startled and asked in a trembling voice.
It's just that Ye Guyin beside her couldn't answer his question. From the moment Fang Xing entered the fifth formation, she devoted all her attention to sensing the breath changes between the formations. After all, her master was trapped in the fifth formation. , life and death are uncertain, but it is precisely because of this that she suddenly discovered that Fang Xing's indomitable momentum in the first four formations suddenly weakened in this fifth formation...
"Hehe, the fifth team is guarded by the Wen family, and it really complements each other!"
"The five old ones have suffered a lot this time, and this young one really can't escape!"
"The little ghost possesses a different species, at least five dharmas, and four of them are rare dharma species in the world. The four dharmas of metal, water, fire, and wood are all very extraordinary. Naturally, he can easily pass the first four dharmas. It is a pity that his mountain method is incomplete, and when he meets the fifth formation, he will naturally hit a wall. I heard that the leader of the formation, Wen Yiru, has lost to him before, but this time he can feel proud!"
The three Taoist masters of Beisan Dao also spoke softly at this time, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Father, he..."
The dragon girl looked nervous, and said to the Dragon Lord anxiously.
Long Jun looked heavy, nodded, and said: "I told him before that his alchemy is indeed insufficient, not only ordinary, but also incomplete. If he can't get some top skills that can improve the quality of alchemy, this mountain It will become an eternal flaw in his cultivation path, but unfortunately, that kind of kung fu is really hard to find, and even if he has the kung fu, he has to find a rare mountain species in the world for him to comprehend and refine, so that it will become his Danfa, I wanted to wait for him to become the Son of the Universal God before helping him, but now it's too late!"
As soon as this sentence was said, Longnu's expression changed drastically.