Immortal Space

Chapter 648 Battle of the Fifth Tier

Under the witness of Wang Hong and others, the Nascent Soul cultivator named Ding Shan rushed towards the black-robed man resolutely.

However, when he was still three miles away from the opponent, another big hand transformed with spiritual power appeared in the air, grabbing Ding Shan in his hand.

Ding Shan was caught by the big hand of spiritual power, struggling desperately, intending to get rid of it, but even if he tried his best and blushed, it was of no avail.

Wang Hong led more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators and flew forward rapidly, intending to rescue them.

When they were about to arrive, there was a loud bang, and the Nascent Soul cultivator was crushed and exploded, and at the same time, the giant palm of spiritual power was also exploded into nothingness.

This kind of giant palm explosion transformed by spiritual power has almost no effect on the body. At this moment, the black-robed monk turned around and looked at Wang Hong and others.

"Don't worry, it's your turn now."

The black-robed monk patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said to Wang Hong and the others.

"Yue Shangqing Izumo formation!"

Following Wang Hong's order, more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators behind him, each holding a formation flag, adjusted their positions and stood in a mysterious formation.

Everyone input mana into the formation flag at the same time, and then a white cloud appeared beside them. This white cloud wrapped everyone inside and flew forward quickly, much faster than before.

Seeing this, the black-robed man once again condensed a big palm of spiritual power, and patted the white cloud.

The huge palm of spiritual power slapped on the white clouds, as if stuck in a quagmire, blocked by layers of dense resistance.

"Huh!"

The man in black robe let out a cry of surprise. He didn't expect that a mere dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators could block it's casual blow.

At this time, the man in black robe held out a pair of black scissors. The black scissors rose in the air against the wind, and instantly became tens of feet in size, cutting toward the clouds below.

The scissors quickly fell into the white clouds. Wang Hong was in the center of the formation. Seeing that the white clouds seemed to be unsupported, he took out the black long knife, held it with both hands, and slashed towards the black scissors.

With a "boom", Wang Hong flew the black scissors with great strength, and Bai Yun slowly returned to its original state.

Then, the man in black robe manipulated the black scissors, repeatedly trying to cut the white cloud, but Wang Hong blocked them all.

During the fight, the distance between the two sides has been shortened unknowingly. At this time, Wang Hong flew out of the white clouds.

At the same time, countless flying swords flew out of his body like swimming fish, a total of sixty-four swords, all flying towards the man in black robe.

Even the black-robed man, who has seen a lot as a fifth-order monster, couldn't help being moved at this moment.

"You have warmed up sixty-four flying swords, and these flying swords are all made of ancient sacred wood, hibiscus wood!"

Of course he knows that human monks generally have only one natal magic weapon, and they need to be nourished with mana from time to time.

After this kind of warming, the magic weapon has a higher degree of integration with the owner, and it is more convenient to use. The most important thing is the quality of the natal magic weapon, which will improve with the improvement of the owner.

At the same time, the more warming and nourishing magic weapons, the more mana will be consumed, which will also slow down the cultivation speed of monks.

Therefore, ordinary monks can only nourish one natal magic weapon, and offering two or three natal magic weapons at the same time is already the limit, which can almost make the monk's cultivation base unable to break through for life.

Moreover, these flying swords are all made of hibiscus wood. Who can have such a large amount of financial resources?

This made the black-robed man start to wonder. It has lived for thousands of years, and it has never seen anyone so magnanimous.

"Wait! Who are you?"

The black-robed man was full of doubts at this moment, secretly thinking, is the person in front of him a junior carefully cultivated by a certain powerful force?

If it is really this kind of person, he really dare not kill him. Although he is honored by the demons in Hezhou as a great demon envoy, in fact, he knows in his heart that he is just an errand runner.

Wang Hong was taken aback by the other party's question, and instantly thought that the other party might have misunderstood something.

"Who I am is not something you can ask."

Anyway, he is also happy to have a few more words with the other party now, so as to buy some time for the soldiers under him to retreat.

"Don't you know the decision of your high-level human race?" The black-robed man said angrily.

"There are too many resolutions for my human race, how do I know which one you are talking about." Wang Hong said indifferently.

"Of course, donate Hezhou to the Yaozu, and all monks from the tribe are not allowed to interfere in Hezhou affairs!" said the black-robed man.

The incident once again proved that the high-level human race really didn't care about the life and death of the Hezhou human race, and even gave Hezhou to the Yaozu.

Wang Hong was thinking about it, the man in black robe came to his senses, felt that the other party was telling him what he said, and his doubts about Wang Hong's identity eased a bit, and he thought:

"Regardless of whether you have a big background or not, you should be arrested first, and the truth will naturally come to light."

After making a decision in his mind, the man in black robe once again offered the black scissors to Wang Hong.

Wang Hong originally wanted to get some more information, but when he saw the opponent's giant scissor attack, he had to block it again with the black knife in his hand.

By taking advantage of what he said just now, Wang Hong's sixty-four flying swords have already completed the preliminary layout of the sword array.

At this time, he was activated immediately, and all the flying swords suddenly disappeared in place.

The black-robed man found that his surroundings had changed drastically. He was now in a dense forest with the sound of running water in front of him.

When he approached following the sound of running water, he saw a small river lying in front of him.

Suddenly, the entire river turned into a beam of sword light, slashing at the man in black.

The man in the black robe was not nervous at all. He raised the black scissors in his hand again, and when the scissors went down, the giant sword transformed by the river was cut in two.

Next, the black-robed man encountered all kinds of attacks, and sometimes it was hard to guard against. Almost anything in the sword array could turn into a sword light and attack him at any time.

Now that Wang Hong has trapped the black-robed monk with the Zhoutian sword formation, he plans to try all the techniques in the sword formation on the black-robed man one by one.

Now he wants to test the power of the sword formation, but other people are unable to do it, and only the fifth-level monsters can withstand such attacks.

If it was a Puying cultivator or a Tier 4 monster, it would be dead after just one or two hits.

Of course, after being attacked, the man in black robe continued to attack the formation.

These attacks are also a great burden to the sword array.

As a last resort, Wang Hong held a black knife again and walked into his sword formation.

Seeing Wang Hong, the black-robed man in the sword array attacked him frantically. Wang Hong didn't flinch at this time, holding a black knife, and approached him to fight with him. For a while, there was no victory burden.

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