Yan Jianhong had a look of joy on his face, turned around and quickly pounced in the direction of Yang Mingmu. A spiritual weapon made of countless tree roots instantly turned into a cage, trying to Yang Mingmu was completely trapped in it.
As the patriarch of the Yang family and a disciple of the Phantom Sect, Yang Mingmu is also outstanding in strength. Naturally, he will not be at all afraid of a monk with a lower level than himself.
"Fellow Daoist Sun, the old thief has appeared. If we don't take action now, we'll wait." After the two of them had a head-on collision with their spiritual weapons, Yan Jianhong, who kept retreating, shouted in the opposite direction. Drink loudly.
Before the words were spoken, a stone stick broke through the air, and the power contained in it almost tore the surrounding air apart.
One is on the fifth level of foundation building, and the other is on the seventh level of foundation building. Although the two monks cannot defeat Yang Mingmu together, they can still entangle and cause some trouble in a short period of time.
As the three of them fought against each other, they no longer held back after getting really fired up, especially Yang Mingmu, who already had enough home court advantage and had an absolute upper hand in his own cultivation. Suppressing Sun Shengyuan and Yan Jianhong at a disadvantage.
However, the aftermath of the battle between the three of them could already cause enough shaking to the already weak and innately deficient formation. The other seven foundation-building monks were also in different positions, using various means to carry out various tricks. With the attack, the originally thick white aura began to thin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It's the same old trick again. I really think I'm a fool who doesn't know how to adapt." Looking at the swords and swords coming again and the more complicated number of swords and swords, Sun Mingsheng frowned, feeling a little irritated in his heart.
The two swords and spiritual weapons themselves are only second-order low-grade. The power of the sword energy in the sky is not too outstanding, but it causes a lot of trouble in a short period of time. Every time it appears, it can Interrupt its original plan at the right time.
The strategy adopted by Sun Mingsheng this time was completely different. Facing the sky full of sword energy and sword energy, his expression became more determined, and three carefully refined second-level low-grade fire Yan Fenfei's spiritual talisman turned into a fiery red breath and exploded in the air.
Under the gathering of rich fire-attributed mana, vivid fire swallows continued to take shape in the air, constantly spraying out streams of extremely rich crimson flames and sword energy raging in the air. They annihilate each other and eventually disappear into the invisible.
"Raise troops for a thousand days and use them for a while, black-striped ants, chew them." Sun Mingsheng waved his hand, and a group of black clouds about the size of two heads formed. After a little judgment, he turned to Sun Mingsheng's left. The white wall at the back was devouring madly.
The phantom formation, which seemed honest and had no obvious losses in the previous attacks, seemed to be attacked by a nemesis. It continued to thin and become transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is really unexpected. Sun MingshengTherefore, the purpose of sacrificing the black-striped ant was to make some judgments based on its natural sensitivity to spiritual power, and its effect now turned out to be better than expected.
"Fire Flame Beads, Imperial Order" As a qualified monk, Sun Mingsheng naturally would not slack off at all. Regardless of the excessive consumption of mana in his dantian, the twelve Fire Flame Pearls struck again.
The collision between the fire beads and the white wall was silent. However, under the erosion of this brute force and the power of the hot source, wounds as thick as arms have appeared faintly on the opposite side. The figure of a monk has appeared.
Although "Uncle" only glanced at him, Sun Mingsheng had already made an accurate judgment.
Sun Xunmu's own strength is only one level of foundation building, and he spends most of his time dealing with complicated affairs in the family. The time spent on polishing his cultivation is far from enough. , his strength is just barely at the same level among the same level.
So Sun Xunmu had a very difficult time dealing with this battle in the middle of a large formation. Faced with a monk from the Yang family who was in the early stages of foundation building, he was completely at a disadvantage. , now it is just barely maintaining a balance.
The Pingyang County team certainly knew how to assess the situation, and planned to entangle Yang Mingmu with two monks, Yan Jianhong and Sun Shengyuan, while the rest would use their numerical superiority to kill his active forces first. In the end, the ants would kill the elephant and hunt down the strongest ones. Monk.
Vice versa, since the Yang family has carefully and painstakingly extended the formation, they naturally understand the principle of a lion picking up the weak. Naturally, the remaining three monks in the early stages of foundation building also want to take advantage of this. A period of time to kill and injure the effective force of Pingyang County team.
"A battle has been entangled in the big formation, and I have not yet faced the opposite monk face to face. This time I just joined forces with the uncle to grab the first head and victory." Sun Mingsheng's eyes lit up. Gone in a flash.
Perhaps it is because all the monks in the entire formation have begun to launch the most violent attacks. The original power of the phantom formation has been consumed too much to make ends meet, and the quantity and quality of white breath recovery are decreasing. slow.
Huo Yanzhu struck out again, followed closely by the double-edged broadsword, landing two heavy blows on the white wall blocking its progress, and before it could recover, it sacrificed it again at any cost. Five fire swallows flying talismans, each fire swallow took the lead and landed on the gaps.
This time he did not launch any form of attack. Instead, with the continuous supplement of Sun Mingsheng's mana, his figure gradually grew bigger.
"Boom!" In about half a cup of tea, the fire swallows reached the limit of their endurance and suddenly exploded, sending waves of hot breath eroding the surroundings.
The Fire Swallow Flying Spirit Technique itself is only a second-level low-grade one, and the power of a Fire Swallow is only about half of a casual blow from a monk in the early stages of foundation building.
According to normal circumstances, it is naturally far from enough to cause too much damage to the temporarily formed formation in front of us.The impact was obvious, but the timing of their appearance was quite clever, becoming the straw that broke the camel's back.
"The thieves are bullying me and the Sun family has no one." Sun Mingsheng suddenly appeared from behind the wall, and the two people who were fighting fiercely came to a slight stagnation at the same time.
"Mingsheng, you and I will work together to kill him." After Sun Xunmu saw the person clearly, he reacted immediately, changed his previous attitude, and took out three items from the storage bag one after another. Second-level low-grade spiritual talismans with different attributes were sacrificed to harass.
The monks he fought with before were only on the second level of the foundation. If it were not for borrowing the power of the formation, Sun Xunmu would definitely not be in this situation.
On the battlefield where monks of the same level are fighting, a moment of daze almost means failure and death, and even the chance of escape is quite slim.
Sun Mingsheng did not stop for a moment. During the short period of time he paused, he jumped up and landed behind the Yang family monk to cut off his escape. Please remember to collect it. The website is the latest and fastest without anti-theft. To find books and add books for free, you can join the qq group 952868558