Ye Mo threw out the last three formation flags, and even the top-quality spirit stone, and then shouted: "Seal it for me. WwW, QuAnBen-XIaoShuo, cOm"
In an instant, Ye Mo's defensive formation was set up, countless white lights flashed, and the place where Ye Mo and Ji Zhiyuan fought was no longer an open space.
I arranged the formation, and the territory here is mine.
Ye Mo swept over with his spiritual consciousness again, and Ji Zhiyuan was hiding in the shadow of his sword, staring blankly at the formation that Ye Mo had set up. After a while, he murmured to himself, "Level 3 peak formation?"
As soon as Ye Mo's consciousness moved, the countless sword shadows in the formation were completely swept away by the white light in Ye Mo's formation and disappeared.
He let out a long sigh and continued to be beaten passively. It was not until his formation was laid out that he had any room to speak. This formation belongs to him, and every formation flag has his divine mark. If you want to use the Shadowless Sword in his territory, then don't dream.
What Ye Mo didn't expect was that the formation he had set up with top-quality spiritual stones was originally a third-level elementary formation, but now it was almost at its peak.
After swallowing two pills again, Ye Mo still couldn't heal the wound caused by Ji Zhiyuan's shadow sword, and there was even a faint cold breath coming from the wound. Ye Mo screamed in his heart that he was powerful but also lucky. If he didn't arrange the formation, it would be wishful thinking to expect a few secondary formations to escape from Ji Zhiyuan's hands. This guy is so powerful. Ye Mo has seen many golden elixirs reach perfection, but to be honest, he has never seen anyone more powerful than Ji Zhiyuan.
This guy at this price definitely has a place in the Jindan Hall of Fame, and his ranking won't even be low.
"You are indeed a formation master, and your formation cultivation is not simple." Ji Zhiyuan appeared again, and although his tone was cold, there was a hint of emotion. His flying sword, as thin as a cicada's wings, was suspended in front of him. Still has that permeating cold aura.
Ye Mo used the 'Purple Sword' and had no intention of talking nonsense with this guy. 'Purple Sword' once again brought out countless purple sword lights. Different from the previous swords, this time these purple sword lights all gathered around Ye Mo, and more and more gathered, and finally formed a purple ocean, and at the same time, a purple sea appeared on Ye Mo's head. Some beads of sweat.
Ye Mo knew that his purple light couldn't help Ji Zhiyuan for a while. Now that his formation was set up, he simply used Yang Muse. When his purple light sword energy was concentrated to a certain extent, he would attack Ji Zhiyuan in one go. . By the time. Coupled with the formation attack and 'Shadowless', he didn't believe that Ji Zhiyuan had three heads and six arms.
"Wait." To Ye Mo's expectation, Ji Zhiyuan actually asked Ye Mo not to do anything.
Without waiting for Ye Mo to speak, Ji Zhiyuan said again: "Although your formation is powerful, I'm sure you can't do anything to me in the end. As long as you let go of the formation, I will leave voluntarily. The rest of the grievances will be wiped out. I won't even hold you accountable for killing the two Jindan disciples of our sect. You have to know that even if I didn't escape in the end, the 'Ghost Immortal Sect' would know that it was you, and you would never be able to escape the 'Ghost Immortal Sect'. Door's pursuit..."
"Go to hell..." Ye Mo sneered, not taking what Ji Zhiyuan said seriously at all. Under the agitation of true energy, countless purple sword lights swept toward Ji Zhiyuan overwhelmingly. At the same time, the 'Shadowless' and attack formations were also activated.
Don't say that the 'Ghost Immortal Sect' is just a five-star sect. Even six-star, seven-star or even nine-star sects dare to threaten Ye Mo. He will never be merciful.
Ji Zhiyuan's expression changed. He never expected that Ye Mo was not afraid of the 'Ghost Immortal Sect' at all and dared to attack him. But at this time, he couldn't think about that much. The flying sword above his head, as thin as a cicada's wing, also brought out countless silver lights.
But here is Ye Mo's formation. This formation is filled with Ye Mo's formation flags, and every corner is under his control.
Ji Zhiyuan's silent sword shadow that rolled up all over the sky did no harm to Ye Mo. Almost at the same time that his sword shadow was activated, the white light shield that arose from Ye Mo's formation was like having eyes. He blocked his sword shadow.
Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid of Ji Zhiyuan's terrifying sword skills. That kind of sword skill is like ghost energy, dark and cold, invisible and impossible to catch, but it is everywhere, and its lethality is even astonishing. If he hadn't arranged a formation here in advance, he really wouldn't have been able to find a good way to counterattack with this kind of sword skill.
"Boom boom boom boom boom"
When Ji Zhiyuan's ghostly sword shadow was blocked by Ye Mo's formation, Ji Zhiyuan even urged his flying sword. The ghostly sword shadow suddenly changed. The feeling of being unable to touch disappears. In an instant, it became fierce and oppressive, like lightning and thunder, and the formation that blocked Ye Mo's sword skills collided with a roar, and it seemed that the formation could be exploded at any time.
Ye Mo's heart trembled. He immediately knew that the opponent's sword skills were far from what he had just shown. If his formation did not use the best spiritual stones, it might have been destroyed.
Thinking of this, how could Ye Mo dare to be negligent? After the 'Purple Sword' swept away the endless purple light sword energy, he grasped the 'Purple Sword' again and slashed through it with one strike. He couldn't let Ji Zhiyuan continue to activate his true energy and bombard his formation.
"Bang bang..."
Countless dull sounds sounded again, and Ye Mo's purple sword light completely hit the shield like a pot lid that Ji Zhiyuan had propped up.
Ye Mo saw Ji Zhiyuan spurting out several mouthfuls of blood after being struck by his sword light, but the sword light was finally blocked by him.
Although the purple sword light is powerful, it does not seem to have much lethality when faced with Ji Zhiyuan's pot-lid spiritual shield. Ye Mo didn't dare to hesitate anymore, the 'Huan Yun Xing Yi Dao' had already been slashed out.
It turns out that Ye Mo's use of the 'Huan Yun Xing Yi Dao' always inspires countless sword lights, and then he uses his own thoughts to control the sword lights. But this time Ye Mo didn't activate any sword light, so he closed his eyes and struck out with the sword.
He chose the place where he felt the most and struck out. If others saw this knife, they would definitely be puzzled. Because the place where Ye Mo struck out with his sword was right in the middle of the round shield in Ji Zhiyuan's hand, which meant that the round shield had the most powerful protection. If there was a difference, it would be that Ye Mo's sword was slightly tilted.
Ji Zhiyuan also didn't understand. He didn't understand why Ye Mo would make such a move. But he immediately sneered, Ye Mo was competing with him for real energy. He may trust the kitchen knife in his hand, but for a mere first-level Jindan monk to dare to compete with him for true energy, even when facing him with a medium-grade spiritual weapon, it is really too small to underestimate his plan. Zhiyuan.
The next moment, Ye Mo's 'Purple Sword' had already struck his shield weapon.
"Click"
The sound stung Ji Zhiyuan's eardrums like a needle. How could he hear such a sound? Ye Mo's 'Purple Sword' smashed his shield weapon into pieces like cutting off a piece of tofu, and then directly hit his chest. With a "pop" sound, after his shadow sword injured Ye Mo several times, Ye Mo's 'Purple Sword' hit Ji Zhiyuan for the first time, seriously injuring Ji Zhiyuan.
He actually found the most vulnerable part of his spiritual weapon at this moment, and could also split the spiritual weapon's shield by destroying the internal structure of the spiritual weapon? Ji Zhiyuan looked at the broken spiritual shield in his hand in disbelief, and there was only one voice in his heart, how could this be possible? Even the foot-long wound on his chest that already hurt the bones was ignored.
Any magic weapon has its most vulnerable point, which is the door of the magic weapon. The better the level of the magic weapon, the smaller the door. But to a monk, the magic weapon's cover is nothing at all, because his own magic weapon is refined by himself, and no one knows about it except himself. Even if others know it, if the true energy struck on the magic weapon does not correspond to the structure of the magic weapon itself, it will not be able to harm the magic weapon.
But after Ye Mo found the weakness of his spiritual shield, he could seize the structure of the spiritual weapon and split his shield in half with one knife, which made him not frightened.
Seeing Ji Zhiyuan, he was extremely horrified. How could Ye Mo let this opportunity pass? He slashed out the 'Purple Sword' in his hand again, and the magic cloud flew with the spinning knife. At the same time, 'Wuying' lurking on the side also rushed forward.
The moment Ji Zhiyuan's blood was swallowed by 'Wuying', he saw Ye Mo's purple kitchen knife again, and his heart was torn.
"Puff puff puff puff."
Countless blood mist splashed up, and Ji Zhiyuan was completely enveloped by Ye Mo's Phantom Cloud Flying Knife.
At this time, Ji Zhiyuan was not even as good as the golden elixir perfection monk that Ye Mo met in the 'Shayuan Medicine Valley'. The golden elixir was directly swallowed by 'Wuying'.
Ye Mo did not continue to let 'Wuying' swallow Ji Zhiyuan's meridians, but directly called 'Wuying' back and put away his formation flag.
As for Ji Zhiyuan's flying sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, Ye Mo took it into the Golden Page World. He didn't dare to put his ring in it, just in case.
At this time, Ye Mo was only happy. He was happy that he had defeated Ji Zhiyuan, but more importantly, he had truly mastered the feeling of wielding a sword with his will.
Ji Zhiyuan, who had lost his golden elixir, looked at Ye Mo blankly and muttered something unknown.
After Ye Mo took back the formation flag, he looked at Ji Zhiyuan and said coldly: "How do you heal the wound of your flying sword? Tell me, I will give you a pleasure if you tell me. If you don't tell me, I will tell you." That will burn your soul with fire."
Ji Zhiyuan shuddered, and his eyes suddenly became cold and gloomy again, "Ye, you are finished. Even if you escape all over Beiwangzhou, you will not be able to escape the pursuit of the 'Ghost Immortal Sect'... "
Ye Mo slapped him in the face and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Say it or don't say it."
"You're dreaming." Ji Zhiyuan said with a sneer. He believed that with Ye Mo's early cultivation of Jindan, even if he killed him, there would be no way to prevent his secret method from escaping and regenerating his soul. He could still become a ghost cultivator again.
Time is very precious to Ye Mo, so he doesn't have time to chat with Ji Zhiyuan. He took out a five-color flag and said to Ji Zhiyuan, since you didn't say it, there's no need to say it.
"Colorful Soul-Eating Flag?" Ji Zhiyuan suddenly changed his face and shouted in shock.
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