The stronger the formation's strength, the greater the power of the sword formation.

Even the Chaoyuan realm warrior can barely compete with the Grandmaster under the perfect sword formation.

The Divine Sword Villa was itself a huge Sword Formation. Unfortunately, when Yinyang Sect attacked the Divine Sword Villa, the eyes of the Sword Formation Formation were destroyed, which led to the Yinyang Sect successfully attacking the villa.

But today is different from the past.

After fleeing from the Xie family to Qingsong County, the Xie family set up the Sword Formation when building this mansion.

Although the Sword Formation in the mansion is difficult to compare with the Sword Formation in the Divine Sword Villa, it is always better than that, especially when its strength is inferior to the enemy, at least the Sword Formation in the Xie family can give the Xie family a try.

"The bold madman dares to openly commit crimes under my monk's nose!"

At this time.

A roar like a bell came from outside the mansion.

It turned out that Monk Mingjian took action.

He held the Zen Staff in his hand and waved it like a madman hiding around the mansion.

"This sword formation is interesting!"

In a loft in the distance.

Xia Fan stared at the countless long swords flying over the Guan Mansion with a bright look.

Too amazing, right?

How do these flying swords drive? They are like the flying sword of the sword immortal, and also come with precise guidance?

Um.

This should be a recognition of the target through perception.

However, the driving of this sword formation seems to be quite tiring.

At least he noticed that Xie Linyuan's breath in the courtyard had begun to show signs of disorder, which shows that this sword formation consumes a lot of money on the formation planners.

It is estimated that half a quarter of an hour.

The energy in Xie Linyuan's body was about to be exhausted.

"The Lord is here?!"

After the sword formation killed the men in black who had sneaked into the mansion, the men in black on the outside fell one by one under the Zen stick of Monk Mingjian.

A slender middle-aged man appeared quietly in front of the Zhuhong gate of Guanfu.

"Do you still have the energy to continue to use the sword formation?"

The middle-aged man murmured to himself in a low voice.

Immediately, he reached out and pushed open the door and walked into the mansion as if no one was around.

Swallows!

With the blessing of the sword formation, Xie Linyuan naturally realized that an extraordinary aura broke into the mansion.

But.

Facing the long swords flying in.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and patted them away in an understatement.

"There is insufficient momentum."

He glanced at the palm of his hand that was bleeding with a trace of blood.

"Dare you, thief!"

The moment the middle-aged man stepped into the courtyard.

A powerful and powerful Zen staff suddenly waved towards him.

"Half-step master? What a pity."

But the middle-aged man quickly avoided the Zen stick, swung his palm and slapped the monk Mingjian who was attacking him.

Bang—

Under one palm.

Mingjian monk directly broke through several houses and no movement after he had moved.

“It’s time to end.”

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand and walked step by step towards Xie Linyuan, who was on the verge of exhaustion in the courtyard.

"A sword of shock!"

As he got closer and closer, Xie Linyuan, half-kneeling on the ground and panting, suddenly roared to the sky.

instantly.

The long swords that were originally scattered around the mansion, either intact or broken, all flew into the sky, and shot towards the middle-aged man in an instant.

The middle-aged man's face changed.

The whole person turned into a ball of afterimage and kept knocking out the sword that was shooting towards him.

Wait until he stops.

The surrounding houses are already full of holes.

"It's not bad, but unfortunately you are too weak. If it were the monk who came over, maybe this sword would have killed me."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief with bloodstains all over his body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards.

He looked at Xie Linyuan who was lying on the ground in front of him, gasping desperately, and slowly raised his hand.

"Little nephew, rest in peace."

The words are over.

The middle-aged man waved a hand knife at Xie Linyuan without hesitation.

"Does the uncle love his nephew so much?"
Chapter completed!