Text Chapter 219 Sword Array

The purple-gold phoenix-winged scissors were surging and murderous, and stopped the purple-gold phoenix-winged scissors that came out of the void. Then, ten thousand swords of light erupted, and the purple-golden phoenix-winged scissors were directly forced back.

Zi Kunling not only has deep Yuan strength, powerful strength, but also has an amazing understanding, and even his spiritual sense is astonishingly sharp.

This purple-gold phoenix clipper has the ability to travel through the void. Before it was activated, it was extremely secretive, without the slightest fluctuation of vitality. Ordinary people could not perceive the trajectory of the purple-gold phoenix clipper, and their heads would be cut off, but Zi Kunling was accurate. Zijin Phoenix Wing Scissors stopped.

"Chen Lei, this kind of sneak attack is useless to me at all. You should be more serious."

In Zi Kunling's hand, the Zilin Sword slashed out dozens of sword lights, forcing the Zijin Phoenix Wings to retreat, and then said sarcastically.

"Really, in that case, I fulfill your wish!"

Chen Lei said, and then waved his sleeves, eight long swords appeared out of thin air next to Chen Lei, and slowly rotated around him.

These eight long swords are surrounded by dense electric lights, bright and dazzling, like eight small suns, and there is an indescribable mysterious connection between these eight long swords, which makes The eight long swords were as one, and they echoed each other. The thunderous sounds rumbled loudly, and the sound was louder than the sound, shaking the entire void.

"Boom boom boom..."

The dense sound of thunder covered everything, and the eight long swords also emitted a dazzling light, dragging eight long tails of light, and slashed towards Zi Kunling with extreme speed.

The power of this blow is so powerful that it is too powerful. In the blink of an eye, Zi Kunling was overwhelmed by the rays of light like the sea. The sword lights danced and the thunder sounded to the sky. The surrounding void was like the sea. In ups and downs, extremely terrifying.

"Roar!"

In the endless thunder and lightning, there is a faint purple light flashing, which is the light emitted by the Zilin Sword, trying to fight and fight, including Zi Kunling's unwilling roar, he is using all his cards. , One after another strange treasures looming in the light, there are treasure knives, treasure tripods, treasure bells and so on, the light is dazzling, appearing in the sea of ​​​​light, but in the blink of an eye, one by one broken.

These Noble Phantasms are all Noble Phantasms that Zi Kunling protects, but they can't suppress the eight long swords hanging above his head.

The eight long swords echoed each other, forming a mysterious formation, and a terrifying and dense thunder explosion sounded from the eight long swords, targeting Zi Kunling's soul.

Groups of huge purple plasma lightning balls, densely gushing out from the eight-handed long swords, with world-destroying divine might, trapped Zi Kunling in it, and struck all the treasures he sacrificed. Broken into pieces all over the ground.

At this time, Zi Kunling's bun has long been destroyed, her hair is fluttering in disorder, and her expression is embarrassed. She tries her best to fight and evolve all kinds of treasures, but it is useless. The formation formed by the eight long swords hanging above her head , turning this place into a dead cage, like a waterfall of thunderball plasma, pouring down, turning the bottom into a Jedi.

"Ahhh!"

Within the eight long swords, Zi Kunling roared like a trapped beast, but the final result was the same, unable to resist, let alone counterattack.

The Zilin Sword in his hand danced wildly, turning into a spherical sword curtain, which firmly guarded himself, but the range of defense was getting smaller and smaller, and the ability to defend was getting weaker and weaker.

"What kind of practice is this!"

Seeing that the eight long swords are like one body, they are suspended in mid-air in a mysterious position, hanging down like a waterfall of thunder and electric balls, turning into a prison and trapping Zi Kunling in it. I looked at it with wide eyes, but I had never seen such a wonderful method before, so I couldn't help asking the people around.

"I don't know, how can it be so powerful?"

The surrounding disciples shook their heads one after another. With their knowledge, they could not recognize what kind of exercises Chen Lei was using.

"This is the way of sword formation, but how could Chen Lei be able to practice the way of sword formation at such an age?"

Several disciples from the Holy Land, some of them said, only disciples like them have this insight.

At this time, Zi Yunchuan's face was as gray as death. He stared firmly at Zi Kunling who was trapped on the ring, with blue veins in his hands, and his face was uncertain.

"Sword formation, how could it be sword formation?"

At this time, Ziyunchuan felt like a stormy sea in his heart, his mood fluctuated violently, and the sword formation was unpredictable. If he wanted to successfully cultivate the sword formation, the difficulty could be said to be despairing.

Ziyang Palace has been established for tens of thousands of years, and there is also a set of sword formation exercises in the palace, but no one has successfully practiced it for tens of thousands of years. The master, the aptitude is unparalleled, and he is the best in the world, but he has also never successfully cultivated the technique of sword formation.

And this Chen Lei, so young, how did he cultivate the way of successful sword formation?

Above the arena, Zi Kunling, who was trapped in the sword formation, fought back violently again. There was purple light shining in the endless rays of light, but like a candle in the wind, it was suppressed again in the blink of an eye.

Chen Lei stood 100 meters away, and his fingers were constantly forming imprints, trying his best to destroy the sword formation. This set of Xiaoleiyin sword formation, with his current cultivation base, is still a little too reluctant, but this is already his the strongest means.

If this sword formation can't suppress Zi Kunling, then he has no good way to defeat Zi Kunling.

However, Chen Lei felt that Zi Kunling no longer had much ability to fight back, because at this time he could feel that although Zi Kunling was still trying his best to resist, his resistance was getting weaker and weaker. Ling will definitely lose.

This Zi Kunling is so powerful that Chen Lei has already moved his murderous intention. As long as Zi Kunling loses the ability to resist, Chen Lei can instantly slash Zi Kunling under the sword formation. No one can resist the power of the sword formation.

Zi Yunchuan was extremely contradictory in his heart. Now the situation in the arena was very clear, Zi Kunling would definitely lose, but Zi Kunling still did not admit defeat, but insisted.

He knew in his heart that although Zi Kunling behaved mildly, in fact, he was prouder than anyone else. If he was told to admit defeat, he might as well kill him.

However, if you don't admit defeat, there is no point in persevering.

Because at this point, if Zi Kunling still had the means to reverse the plan, he would have used it long ago, and now he is still trapped in the sword formation, unable to break free, he must have reached the point of exhaustion.

"Nephew Kunling, keep the green hills, don't be afraid of running out of firewood, hurry up and admit defeat!"

Zi Yunchuan was anxious in his heart, and quickly sent a voice transmission to Zi Kunling.

The Ziyang Sacred Body is very important to the Ziyang Palace and cannot be missed. Although this time he and Lei Meng made a huge bet of one billion low-grade Yuan spar, but the value of the Ziyang Sacred Body, even if it is tens of billions or hundreds of billions of low-grade Yuan spar, Not enough to compare with it.

Therefore, even if he loses this gamble, he must protect the Purple Sun Holy Body, which is hard to come by in ten thousand years, like Zi Kunling.

Zi Kunling heard Ziyunchuan's voice transmission, and was extremely reluctant in his heart. He is the Ziyang Holy Body, a peerless talent born in ten thousand years, confident and invincible at the same level, but how could he be defeated by Chen Lei? To make him admit defeat is no different from stabbing a knife in his heart.