Wen Yun, who was in the Thousand Array Tower, was completely unaware of what he had done.
"Do you want to know why a magic spell can break his spirit formation?"
After returning to darkness, she took off her winter clothes while asking questions to Ye Shubai beside her.
The latter was silent for a moment, and just as she was about to explain the advanced knowledge of formations, a clear and cold male voice slowly sounded.
"Because it was a large formation made up of water-type spiritual jade, and your fire-type magic range covered it completely. When the two collided, the spiritual energy in the formation was no longer stable, and the spiritual formation collapsed on its own."
Wen Yun: "... Next time, remember to be more humble. Even if you understand, you should pretend that you don't understand. Okay?"
As he was talking, Wen Yun broke ten formations in a row. Without exception, he used the attribute of mutual restraint to keep away from each other, and used various large-scale high-level magic to make this kind of environment simulation spirit formation completely collapse.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would probably be beaten half to death by these formations. The cultivators' attack methods are mostly single-target and cannot cover the entire area. Moreover, the attribute of their spiritual power is also single. Even if they are lucky enough to encounter a spiritual formation that they can handle, they will be countered by the next one.
Wen Yun is different.
She is proficient in all kinds of magic. In a real combat environment, a magician really can't chant magic slowly in front of the enemy, but who can blame her and Ye Shubai? She can chant all day and cast a forbidden spell.
So she slowly used magic to flatten the first floor, causing ten costly spiritual formations to disappear from the world one after another.
When Wen Yun stepped into the second floor, the token in his hand lit up and a new number appeared: "Number Nine"
Just as she was about to chant magic again, the moment the spirit array was activated, a flying sword suddenly flew towards her face.
Damn!
Is there any new gameplay on the second level
Thanks to the diligent practice of sword skills and body movements under Ye Shubai's urging in the past two months, Wen Yun narrowly avoided the first sword, but the next sword light came out from a more tricky place, and the speed of the sword was getting faster and faster.
Wen Yun no longer dared to be distracted. He didn't even have time to chant a spell to speed up. He could only rely on his body's reactions to hold on.
She had been hoping that Ye Shubai could help her out, and when she dodged another sword, she looked up hastily, only to find that the man had his hands behind his back and nodded with satisfaction.
Wen Yun was anxious and shouted loudly: "Help me, the sword spirit will be punished by heaven if it doesn't help the master!"
Ye Shubai replied: "This sword formation is extremely exquisite, and there are shadows of the swordsmanship of the Qingliu Sword Sect in it. It must be Qian Zhenzi's masterpiece. If you can avoid the thousands of swords here, your swordsmanship will surely improve by leaps and bounds."
"… "
From what he said, he actually thought this was a rare opportunity and even planned to let her stay here for a long time
Ye Shubai said calmly: "If a fatal attack comes, I will resist it for you."
You are such a good and conscientious sword spirit!
Wen Yun was really dumbfounded, but Ye Shubai refused to help her. The sword formation was really fierce, one after another, and she could only dodge and avoid them. Often, as soon as her toes touched the ground, another sword would fly over from the other side.
Seeing several swords flying at him at the same time, with no way to avoid them, Wen Yun gripped the fire fir wood wand tightly, avoided the sword blades, aimed at the sword body and fought back.
Ye Shubai, who was standing at the side, said calmly, "Qianjinwei."
Wen Yun subconsciously looked in the direction he mentioned and avoided a sword attacking him.
"Gen Earth Position."
Wen Yun hides again!
After a long period of dodging, Wen Yun seemed to have figured out the trick. He was able to dodge the flying swords from all directions while skillfully fighting back with the wooden sword. When it was really difficult to take care of them, he could even instantly cast a low-level spell to shoot down the flying swords.
There was already a hint of admiration in Ye Shubai's eyes.
And Qian Zhenzi outside finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time.
Although Jiang Si also used a knife to break the formation violently, he only needed to cut a crack and get out. But Wen Yun was different. She flattened wherever she went!
Ten! All ten formations he had painstakingly laid were broken up by Wen Yun within a day! You have to know that a large formation requires tens of thousands of top-grade spiritual jades, and it also takes several years or even decades of hard work by thousands of disciples on the island!
God knows what terrible means Wen Yun used to break the formation so quickly and so fiercely. Even Qian Lishen, the heir of Chuixue Island, was still on the first level at that time.
Fortunately, after Wen Yun reached the second level, he suddenly stopped moving and spent a full ten days in the ninth formation. The progress of many people behind him caught up.
Qian Zhenzi calmed down and stroked his beard complacently: "It seems that this junior can only stop here. What a pity, but..."
The second pity had not yet been uttered when the familiar scene was repeated.
The word "nine" disappeared quietly.
Qian Zhenzi covered his aching heart and took a deep breath.
"I never thought that one day I would be forced to become a melee mage."
Wen Yun swung his sword and shot down the last sword that flew at him with an extremely neat and unrestrained gesture without even turning his head. Then he gently stroked the cedar wood stick that was almost cracked from being hit, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't cry, baby. When I get back, I'll peel off the bark of that poinciana tree and use it to bandage you."
The second half of the sentence is already murderous.
Ye Shubai: “…”
Fortunately, Wen Yun did not attack him after all. Instead, he turned around, held up the fire fir wood, lowered his head and muttered a long spell.
After half a day, Ye Shubai saw three consecutive flashes of light from the firewood. Wen Yun's voice was filled with resentment, and he gnashed his teeth.
"Fire rain all over the sky, three bursts!"
Under the attack of the endless flames, the spiritual formation that had tortured her for ten days was truly turned into ashes.
After venting his anger, Wen Yun threw another pill into his mouth to fight hunger and looked at Ye Shubai with a smile: "Let's go, let's go and break the formation."
In the next formation, Wen Yun finally met someone else, but after the two looked at each other, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Leng Yanyan covered her mouth and looked at Wen Yun in surprise and suspicion.
She had been extremely lucky along the way, and she met other cultivators all the way on the first level. Seeing her delicate and pitiful appearance, others either called her sister or brother, and actually agreed to let her pass through the formation. She also met teammates who could break the formation every time.
With this miraculous luck, she actually reached the second floor.
Leng Yanyan reacted quickly and looked at Wen Yun with a smile: "Sister, it's such a coincidence that I can meet you here!"
As she was talking, she came over and stuck close to Wen Yun. "I feel like it's a miracle arranged by fate that I can meet someone I know in such an unfamiliar environment. What do you think, sister? I heard that you are very talented in formations. How about you break this formation and Yanyan solve the next one?"
Wen Yun: "Don't come over here."
Leng Yanyan was stunned.
Wen Yun, who possessed the art of cleaning, frowned and said with disdain: "Have you not showered for several days? You stink."
Leng Yanyan's face flushed, and she stamped her feet in shame and anger: "Sister, how can you slander Yanyan like this!"
Wen Yun ignored Leng Yanyan, took a step back and stayed away from her, then observed this new spiritual formation.
Huh? Is it that simple? It's just an ordinary wind and sand formation. Its speed and lethality are too simple compared to the previous sword formation, right
She was too lazy to even use area magic to break the formation. She observed the direction of the wind and sand for a while, and soon found the center of the formation. She easily tore a hole in the formation.
Leng Yanyan was delighted when she saw this, and was about to follow him as she knew the way, but the person standing in front of her suddenly turned around.
An ambiguous smile appeared on Wen Yun's face.
"Sister Yanyan, you are right. Meeting is fate. It must be God's arrangement that we can meet here today. In this case, I will give you a treasure."
Leng Yanyan was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, she saw Wen Yun quickly sketching something on the ground, and then he took out a handful of spiritual jade out of thin air.
Suddenly, the momentum of the original wind and sand formation changed suddenly, and the sand and stones actually attacked Leng Yanyan like flying swords, and the speed was getting faster and faster, almost becoming a replica of the sword formation!
"Wen Yun, you bitch!"
"I was born with a sword bone, I don't need anyone to remind me."
Wen Yun said this calmly, and then walked towards the next spirit formation in a graceful and elegant manner.
A moment later, an explosion was heard suddenly. Wen Yun held the wooden sword and continued forward without looking back.
Second layer, broken.
The third layer, broken.
…
Finally, after flooding the sea of fire spirit formation with water spells, Wen Yun arrived at the tenth floor.
She stretched lazily, glanced at the "one" on the token, grasped the wooden sword tightly and stepped forward -
Before Wen Yun could see the scene clearly, a figure flew down to his feet, spat out a pool of blood in a panic, and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Wen Yun was stunned: "Senior Brother Jiang?"
I never expected that the person who was beaten so badly was Jiang Si!
Jiang Si looked up at Wen Yun and forced a smile: "Ha, Junior Sister Wen, nice to meet you."
As he finished speaking, horrible blood flowed out of his mouth and nose again.
Wen Yun: "What happened to you? Did you run into other contestants and get beaten up?"
Jiang Si struggled to get up using his hands and feet, and fumbled to pick up the big knife, but he didn't even have the strength to lift the knife. He could only rely on the knife to barely stay standing.
"No, there are only three people entering this formation... No, including you, there are four."
Jiang Si pointed to a pile of unknown objects in the corner and said, "See that red thing? That's Junior Brother Qian. He was knocked unconscious half an hour ago and hasn't woken up yet."
Then he pointed to a man in blue holding a broken zither not far away and said, "That's Master Qinghong of the Yu family. He's a music practitioner. His zither was broken in two just now. It looks like he hasn't recovered yet."
Wen Yun looked around but didn't find any danger. It was as quiet here as an ordinary dark room.
"Huh? Is there any powerful formation here? Why can't I see anything?"
Jiang Si coughed a few times, his face pale as gold paper, his breath was panting, and he stretched out his finger with difficulty to point at Wen Yun not far away: "Do you see that sword cultivator? That's the man, he is this formation."
Wen Yun looked up and saw a man with black hair and white clothes, carrying a sword, standing not far away. Just his back made people feel like he was covered in pure snow on a high mountain, so cold that it was unreachable.
She breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Ye Shubai with her spiritual power: "Don't wander around. The one guarding this formation is a very powerful swordsman. Come back quickly."
Ye Shubai hummed but did not move. Wen Yun ignored him and continued to carefully search for the sword cultivator's location.
It’s strange, why can’t I see the person Jiang Si mentioned
Suddenly, Wen Yun realized something was wrong and turned around abruptly.
Ye Shubai stood quietly behind her, his brows were cold, he was dressed in white, and in his hand was not a wooden sword, but a light magic wand that she had made herself.
so…
Wen Yun looked straight ahead of him as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Who is that figure in front