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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百二十七章 刀阵

慧通's pupils constricted, his face darkening. Although he knew that Lin Xuan was far beyond the capabilities of a peer-level cultivator, he hadn't expected such rapid progress in just a few years.

The fiery red staff shadow filled the entire sky, its unstoppable momentum seeming to reduce even a towering mountain to dust.

However, the formation of the sword curtain by West Qing Fire wasn't trivial either. In an instant, they collided.

Boom!

A loud buzzing echoed through his ears as the ground trembled for dozens of miles around. The sight was like two giant monsters fighting in midair, their colors intertwining—green and red.

This first clash had a certain balance to it.

"Impossible!"

Hui Tong's eyes widened as he realized that even though the opponent's abilities were extraordinary, they still only belonged to an婴灵期 cultivator. If it was a divine artifact, then perhaps, but his broken sword, despite its peculiarities, was just a common treasure. How could it be on par with Hui Tong?

Holding his hands together, those flying knives spun and scattered in strange positions, leaving Lin Xuan's expression grim.

These weren't ordinary treasures; they seemed to want to set up an array.

While the strength of cultivators far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists, multiple cultivators could still form a sword formation like martial artists.

Of course, this was just a colloquial term; any weapon or treasure could be used for such formations.

But as the name suggested, these weren't the same as those set up with array disks and flags. They were not restrictions but cooperative maneuvers between cultivators to achieve an effect greater than the sum of its parts.

Thus, sword formations or blade formations were usually formed by several cultivators from the same sect working together. However, Hui Tong, relying on his profound cultivation, used thirty-six flying knives to set up a formation with just one person. Lin Xuan didn't know the power of this array but would not allow it to be executed calmly.

West Qing Fire and the opponent's staff continued their battle in midair. Lin Xuan's left hand twitched as he sent out the Nine Heavens Moon Ring from his sleeve.

A silver ring entwined, spinning like a hurricane appeared before his eyes.

But this was far from over; countless illusory images flickered into existence, growing and shrinking rapidly.

The momentum was equally impressive. Lin Xuan sighed slightly, regretting that he didn't have enough time to re-cultivate the Nine Heavens Moon Ring with the celestial moon crystal. The power of this treasure would be even greater if it had been done so.

Initially, the conflict with the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect was just for the sake of the top-grade celestial moon crystal. Its rarity was evident.

"Go!"

Taking advantage of the opponent not setting up an array yet, Lin Xuan struck first. The white hurricane-like wind cut through everything as thousands of ring shadows floated down on Hui Tong.

"Humph."

The old monk ignored it, making no move. Nearby, the primordial energy automatically gathered, forming a seven or eight-meter-tall Buddha figure. Although it was an illusion, it exuded solemnity and grandeur. Behind the Buddha, even five-colored light emanated.

Raising his hand, he moved slowly forward with surprising speed. The action was gentle but carried boundless buddhist power that shattered the hurricane.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; he had underestimated this old fellow. He clenched both hands, pouring more spiritual energy into the Nine Heavens Moon Ring.

A whistling sound filled his ears as the ring shadows grew brighter and thicker. They converged in the center, forming a single entity.

Green light flickered, and something strange happened. The ring shadows vanished, replaced by a hundred-meter-high mountain.

Although the mountain's size wasn't particularly imposing, it still carried an overwhelming aura that fell upon the Buddha.

Pang!

A loud noise echoed as the Buddha, though seven or eight meters tall, was dwarfed by the illusionary mountain. Despite his efforts to hold it up, he was crushed into pieces. Lin Xuan's heart leapt with joy but then saw a mocking smile on Hui Tong's lips. The array had been completed; thirty-six flying knives were scattered around him in the pattern of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

Even more bizarrely, each knife emitted radiant light that expanded into fist-sized orbs. Lin Xuan had never seen such an array before, feeling a growing unease.

Hui Tong's face was pale; even for a 离合期 cultivator, setting up this array wasn't easy, especially since he had just taken over and his abilities hadn't fully recovered.

Despite his unease, Lin Xuan wouldn't be intimidated. He would test it first.

The mountain-like formation struck successfully but didn't disappear. Following Lin Xuan's mental command, it flew towards Hui Tong again.

"Ah弥陀佛, evil still hasn't been vanquished."

Hui Tong clasped his hands in prayer, his face devoid of any anger, as if he had transformed into a benevolent monk. However, the light orbs formed from the flying knives suddenly expanded, growing from fist-sized to over two meters, and crashed forward.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky, their power was immense, instantly collapsing the hundred-meter-high mountain.

Lin Xuan's expression turned pale with shock.

Although he wore the Fiery Qilin Armor, he couldn't let this light orb hit. Its power far exceeded ordinary treasures; even if it wasn't as powerful as a divine artifact, it was close enough. How could one flying knife be so terrifying? Could this be the "sword formation" enhanced?

Lin Xuan was startled and quickly stepped to his left with Nine Heavens Step, vanishing from sight.

Then, twenty meters away, he reappeared in a blurry space.

But before Lin Xuan could breathe a sigh of relief, another light orb formed from a flying knife vanished as well. Instant teleportation? Impossible!

Lin Xuan's face showed shock; not only did this array amplify the power of one flying knife, but it also gave them instant teleportation abilities.

However, there was no time for him to think about it further. He immediately used Nine Heavens Step again and reached into his waistband, revealing a three-foot-long purple whip with runes flowing on its surface.

He had received many treasures from the River of Indeterminate Flow, but only the Thousand Illusion Jiaoxue Shield and this Purple Rhodium Whip remained.

Lin Xuan realized he had been too complacent. A 离合期 cultivator wouldn't lack hidden tricks; once serious, they were hard to deal with.

PS: Sorry for the delay due to some personal matters. I'll have another update later tonight, but it might be a bit late. Please keep supporting me!

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