The five giant swords like "dead-headed swords" in Taixu Sect are not vegetarians.

Not to mention, Linghu Xiao and the others behind it.

This is a hard bone.

If you really want to put pressure on them, someone must sacrifice.

In other words, it means constantly using "human lives" to fill in and consume.

This is a very ugly sentence.

This method also has the suspicion of "betraying his fellow disciples" and using his fellow disciples as cannon fodder.

But someone will always do this evil person.

Ye Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "This is a necessary sacrifice for the benefit of the sect and to destroy Taixu."

The atmosphere was a little silent.

At this time, Daluomon had a disciple who stepped forward and said, "Brother Ye, I'll do it."

Among the geniuses, his cultivation is mediocre and unknown.

With his strength, even if he survives, he will not be able to make the final decision. It is better to take the initiative to be a "cannon fodder" now to gain opportunities for his fellow students.

It can also be regarded as leaving a good impression of "loyalty" in front of the senior elders of the sect.

With him taking the lead, the other ordinary geniuses of Daluomon also understood and immediately bowed and said, "We have to do our best for the sect, and we are responsible for going through fire and water."

With the Daluomon taking the lead, and the other seven sects responded one after another.

They know their strength and will never be able to compete with the real genius.

Since this is the case, it is better to take the initiative to "sacrifice" for the sect, gain a favor in front of the head elders, and reflect your own value.

This is just a sword contest, not really going to die.

In this case, you are reluctant to "salary" for the sect, so don't expect the elders and the others to take seriously.

So, the seven gates agreed and took turns to attack the mountain.

Some people have also been in charge of the four major sects.

After all, they can't really stand by and watch when attacking Taixu Sect.

Among the four major sects, there are also many who hate ink paintings.

In this way, the situation had just settled and the battle situation soon began again.

The four sects and seven sects began to use ordinary geniuses as the front drive to attack the valley entrance where Taixu Sect was hiding.

The shouts of killing were loudly loud.

The formation light ignites, and swords and magic fight together.

The five brothers of Tai Awu were stationed at the entrance of the valley, and five giant swords were like meat grinding knives. Whoever dared to show his head would be strangled directly.

The formation of the ink painting is like a fence, blocking the entrance of the valley, delaying the power of the disciples of the four sects and seven sects.

Put them in one by one for the five Tai Awu brothers to behead them.

The Shura battle gradually showed tragic signs.

The formations of ink paintings are broken one by one.

The strength of the disciples of Taixu Gate’s guarding mountain are also being weakened little by little.

The disciples of the four sects and seven sects were also killed one by one.

The valley entrance of a ray of sky has become a "life-squeezing" plate.

Taixu Sect is exchanging life with "formula".

Outside the sword court, during the game.

The elders of Wanzhen Sect nodded with relief:

"In the melee of a large number of monks, relying on the protection of terrain and blessing of formations, the fellow disciples are united in resisting powerful enemies."

"This is the role of the formation master in the war of monks!"

"What you lose is the formation, but what others lose is human life."

"The other disciples from the four major sects and eight sects have no eyes and can destroy bridges when crossing the river..."

"Look, you're going to suffer now on the formation."

They obviously mind the fact that other sects were killed by killing donkeys and killing their disciples of Wanzhen Sect.

Now, seeing Mo Hua turned around and reaped the lives of these disciples of the sect by relying on the formation, don’t be too happy.

An elder of Wanzhenmen pointed to Fang Tian's shadow, meditating and closing his eyes to rest, and said to the disciples behind him:

"This is ink painting, this is the leader of Qianxue Formation."

"Once upon a time, he was just a little short. He was my disciple of Wanzhen Sect and your senior brother."

"It's a pity that my Wanchangmen has little fortune and has missed this opportunity."

"If you have the chance today, you must look at it and study hard. This is your future role model..."

Most of the disciples nodded.

Some disciples also have a good memory and said in confusion:

"Elder, didn't you say before that this ink painting is the target of public criticism, and we should also take the blame for the injustice?"

The elder of Wanzhenmen turned dark, "One time, another time, don't mention this sentence again."

"Oh..." the disciple said weakly.

"but……"

Another elder of Wanzhenmen sighed, "The formation needs to be prepared in advance and prepare in advance. It is really too urgent to draw the formation before the battle..."

"There is only one person in this ink painting. The formation drawn by one person cannot resist the attack of so many disciples of the four sects and seven sects."

The elders of the formation were also a little regretful.

Many monks in the field saw this.

The formation of Taixu Sect will be used up soon.

After all, so far, the ink painting has set up many formations.

The previous attacks of the four sects and seven sects almost exhausted all the formations he set up.

The formation he still retains can't last long.

...

In the sword-making field, I know the ink paintings very well.

The methods of the heretics of the valley intertwined, the formations fluctuated, and the rumbling sounds came one after another.

The ink painting sat peacefully in the valley on a large stone.

This big stone is ordinary, but since the ink painting entered the valley, it has been sitting there without moving for more than half.

And since entering the valley, he has been drawing formations.

Using the delay of the illusion array and the hidden array, he rested and stopped, drawing a total of twenty high-level formations.

Most of these formations were consumed in previous offensives.

Now only three or four remaining pairs are left.

These three or four pairs are still being consumed and cannot last long.

The formation is about to be exhausted, and the situation is gradually becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Since that's the case, then I won't hide..."

Ink Painting took out the pen and ink indifferently, laid out the array medium, and began to draw the array.

This time, he stopped covering the blanket and he did not cover it up.

He has to do his best to draw the formation at the fastest speed.

The ink painting has a deep gaze, concentration, and spiritual consciousness pours out, and a heavy shadow appears on the palm of the pen.

When his writing is done, the profound formation patterns flow like flowing water on the paper jade, forming a series of exquisite and beautiful formations that are indistinguishable and staggered.

This speed is really incredibly fast.

Outside the venue, the monks who stared at the ink paintings were immediately in an uproar.

"this……"

"Can you still draw the formation like this?"

"This speed is too fast, it seems to be more than twice as fast as before."

"In other words, before this kid, he was not pretending to be mysterious, but really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"
To be continued...