Chapter 409: Sword formation

The three of them were holding long swords, and as they swung their swords, the sound of swords rang loudly, and the light of the swords burst forth endlessly.
Among them, Meng Ming, who was dressed in the costume of a red disciple, showed great strength.
With a sword in his foot, a sword in his hand, and two swords in his hand, he fights with two monks in the air with the power of one person without falling into the wind.
Although the other two are only inner disciples of Qiankun Yunzong, they are also in the category of leaders in the inner door, and the monk who fights alone is not bad at all.
Yuan Chang who rushed to the other side had also intervened in the battle, fighting with the last monk.
The big snake also roared and followed in and participated in it. It had the same fire control ability as Yuan Chang, and its whole body was wrapped in flames, and its destructive power was amazing.
Qin Ming found out that of the five monks, two of them had cultivation bases in the Divine Fire Realm, and the remaining three were monks in the Pill Gathering Realm.
Among them, the fire monk that Yuan Chang dealt with was obviously stronger than the other four, and it was very likely that this monk was the leader.
The fight between him and Yuan Chang was the most intense, causing the top layer of the mountain to collapse.
And Meng Ming in midair fought with another monk in the Divine Fire Realm, and there was a monk in the Pill Gathering Realm who was not stopping by the side.
Before Qin Ming came, the two sides seemed to have been fighting for a while.
Qin Ming looked at the side for a while, thinking about whether to summon the sword grass to help them.
But at this moment, Weng Peng, who also came up not far away, took the lead.
He directly rushed into the battle circle. He had a cultivation base in the Pill Gathering Realm. As long as he was not a monk in the Divine Fire Realm, he would have the power to fight.
"Evil monk, die!"
With a violent shout, he sacrificed a small wooden hammer, which seemed to be a superb spirit creature, and its power under his control was not small.
Every smash is like a thousand catties of force, breaking the rocks.
"It's Weng Peng from Nanshu." After seeing the small wooden hammer, the two inner disciples of Qiankun Yunzong immediately realized the identity of the person.
This also shows that Humming also has a certain reputation in the city, otherwise it would not be remembered by these two inner disciples.
Under his control, Meng Ming was finally able to let go of his hands and feet to fight the monk in the Divine Fire Realm.
Name: Ming Meng
Race: Terran
Age: 32
Cultivation: Divine Fire Realm
Message: There is a ray of immortality hidden in the body, great potential, mastering the Qiankun Jujue scrolling exercises.
Sweeping through this Meng Ming's property panel, like Na Yuanchang, he is indeed not an ordinary person. In his personal information, the login device also gave a very rare evaluation of great potential. You must know that this has not been done before.
And the thirty-two-year-old cultivator of the Divine Fire Realm was enough to show that his talent was indeed amazing.
In fact, in Qiankun Yunzong, Meng Ming is also a highly regarded disciple. Everyone said that he would be the next head's personal disciple, which seems to be a recognized matter.
"Hahaha, if I swallow you, I will be able to break through the Divine Fire Realm in the future. The disciple of the Universe Yunzong is really extraordinary!" The Divine Fire Realm monk who fought with Meng Ming suddenly laughed wildly, his expression full of excitement. color.
It seemed like he said that he was going to swallow Meng Ming.
Meng Ming still looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about the opponent's provocative behavior at all, but the sword in his hand became more complex and mysterious, and its power was more than a sword.
"Go!"
Meng Ming was full of spiritual energy, and a white mist suddenly formed, covering the monk in it.
Then Meng Ming raised the long sword in his hand, and the white mist that was transformed by the spiritual energy began to surging continuously.
A huge sword force immediately appeared, and it was overwhelmingly suppressed.
"This is a sword formation!" Qin Ming opened his eyes slightly, and muttered in his mouth.
He had learned about the existence of the sword formation from Chang Wenxi's mouth, and had also seen a scroll of sword formation secrets in the Lingbao Pavilion.
The price is 800 middle-grade spirit stones, which is quite a high price, comparable to a top-grade spirit treasure.
This shows how strong this sword formation is.
Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes before, he was also a master of swordsmanship, so he could see the prototype of the sword formation around Meng Ming at a glance.
This is obviously a method that is not taught in the Universe Yunzong, and only core disciples like Meng Ming have the opportunity to come into contact with this sword formation.
Hum!
A fierce and violent wind blew up in the air, but could not blow away the white mist around Meng Ming.
The long sword in his hand is already accumulating at this moment, and his proficiency with this set of sword formations seems to be very high.
Qin Ming was actually very greedy for this sword formation, and wanted to get a better understanding.
Although he has a sword heart, he wants to create a set of sword formations from scratch, it is more difficult than climbing.
On the other side, the whole body of the monk in the Divine Fire Realm suddenly violently violently, and his loose monk robe was bulged up.
His eyes were bloodshot, swollen and red, and the eye sockets were strangely black, really like a monster.
The jet black was like a living thing, walking under the monk's skin.
Obviously, this monk was also holding back his big move at this time.
I saw his swollen hands leaning forward, holding them empty.
The mid-air was like thunder and explosion, and the sword formation that Meng Ming finally condensed was immediately unstable.
It was like being caught by a pair of huge hands. As long as the monk used a little harder, the newly formed sword formation would be shattered.
However, Meng Ming's expression remained unchanged, and the sword held up in his hand remained motionless.
Gradually, the sound of swords began to sound, not slow, not ill, not piercing, and there was an inexplicable rhythm in it, just like the fairy music percussed by the fairy house, beautiful and beautiful.
The monk's temples and forehead were full of blue veins, and the black energy on his hands condensed into a ball, like a ghost fire.
However, no matter how hard he tried, Meng Ming's sword formation did not collapse.
Meng Ming's eyes were cold, and he said at this moment: "You have entered the evil way and deserve to be robbed."
After speaking, the long sword in his hand was severely cut down.
In an instant, scorching white light swept across the sky.
The formation was solidified, like a canvas unfolded under Meng Ming's feet, spreading to the monk's location.
The monk roared, trying to break free from the sword formation, but unfortunately it was difficult to retreat in the formation, and his feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move.
Upon seeing this, the monk knew that he had fallen into danger, and immediately pinched his hands with both hands, and his whole body turned into a cloud of black smoke and dispersed.
The incomparable sword light slashed down, stupefied to cut the summit of the West Mountain in two abruptly.
The top of the mountain began to tilt and fell towards the bottom of the mountain.
"Look!"
In the extreme distance, countless monks heard the movement and looked towards the location of Xishan, witnessing this dramatic change.
"Who did it, actually blasted Xishan down!"
"This is crazy..."
"It must be that I haven't woken up yet..."
Many monks couldn't believe their eyes. Xishan has existed for thousands of years, and this is the first time that the mountain has been leveled.
After the shock, they were more curious about who did it.