Nan Lingsha looked at the crowd on the hillside and frowned.

There are more people in the Nine Army Tomb Mountain than I imagined, and they obviously will not give up any of the brocade boxes here easily.

"Ho huh!!!!!!"

The dragon group roared, and there were countless dragon shepherds among them. For a moment, half of the slope was occupied by the figures of giant dragons and ancient dragons, and many blue dragons were hovering in the sky!

The roar was deafening. Since their targets were consistent with Zhu Minglang on the top of the mountain, these dragon beasts rushed to the top of the mountain and breathed towards the top of the mountain!

The dragons breathed, and you could see different colors of energy gushing in the tomb mountains!

Breath of flames, frost, breath of light, thunder, trembling, sonic roar...

The colorful breath of destruction intertwined above the Mausoleum Mountain to form an extremely terrifying picture.

Faced with the baptism of the dragon beasts, Zhu Minglang waved his sword towards the air.

This time his sword speed seemed a little slow, more like he was drawing out a shape with a sword.

"Bagua Sword!"

As Zhu Minglang completed his last sword, a blue mark suddenly appeared where his sword marks passed, and the appearance of it was a Bagua Platform!

Nan Lingsha, who was standing beside her, looked at the sword mark with surprise.

Isn’t this the Bagua stone platform I drew in front of Yaoshan Jianzong Villa?

But Zhu Minglang used sword techniques to draw it out in the air, and the Bagua shield formed by the sword scars and Qihong was even more amazing!

The Bagua Sword Hong is like a huge mirror barrier. All the breath and roars blocked the sword move. You can see the surging elemental energy, the fighting skills tremble, and the mysterious method impact are all mixed together. A wanton power storm was formed about ten meters in front of Zhu Minglang, but it was impossible to hurt Zhu Minglang in the Bagua Sword and Shield.

"Ao!!!!"

The Golden Dragon is above the Mausoleum Mountain, above Zhu Minglang's head.

Its tail fell down and began to stir vigorously.

Fallen and overturned!

The Golden Dragon is using its Canglong Mystery Technique.

Although there is no drop of water here, the Golden Dragon is not stirring the real rivers and seas, but the Qi River and the Wind Sea, which is everything in the universe!

The golden air flow was surging.

Golden waves swept across.

The Golden Dragon's mysterious technique is better than all the dragon beasts' breaths, and is even more powerful than the sum of those main-level dragon beasts.

I saw the thick sarcophagus, huge rocks, and standing statues in the Jiujun Tomb Mountain could not withstand such surging. They rolled irregularly, colliding with each other, and some were even directly shattered!

Zhu Minglang is at the center of the mysterious art of the Canglong of the Dragon. The gossip aura around him finally dimmed a little at this moment and was being disintegrated by the mysterious art of the Golden Dragon.

But he didn't seem to worry about it at all.

He glanced at the crowd of dragons and people coming, and then looked at Nan Lingsha.

"Actually, the Sword Falcon Formation is not a formation, but a sword technique." Zhu Minglang said to Nan Lingsha.

"Looks good, this is the first sword!"

Zhu Minglang naturally knew why Nan Lingsha could only copy the four swords of the Sword Fallen Formation. It was not that her realm was not high enough, but that she misunderstood the true meaning of the Sword Fallen Formation!

Nan Lingsha's eyes were bright, but she was staring at him with concentration.

The Sword Falcon Formation is one of the few paintings she has mastered with powerful power, and she also has many doubts in her heart.

After all, just using the power of the four swords of the Sword Fallen Formation can already defeat Yun Zhonghe, the chief disciple of Yaoshan Sword Sect. If you can understand the true charm and soul of the Sword Fallen Formation, this painting can be used to the extreme!

The first sword.

It's a giant sword.

The sword spirit dragon in Zhu Minglang's hand is not a huge sword.

But just as Zhu Minglang raised his hand with one hand, Nan Lingsha saw a huge shadow like a mountain appeared behind Zhu Minglang.

The sword shadow is like a peak, with a terrifying momentum!

Zhu Minglang finally fell to his sword and saw a real mountain sword shadow falling like a thunderbolt in the sky.

The sword shadow of the mountain peak fell straight and just flew over the body of Jinqionglong. The Jinqionglong seemed to be pressed by the mountains and fell violently to the earth!

The sword shadow of the mountain peak fell into the hillside, like a monument, carrying some kind of suppression.

For a moment, the ancient dragon rushing from the hillside seemed to be under the pressure of Mount Tai. It was difficult to withstand such a sword pressure and crawled on the ground!

The feeling of oppression came, the sword shadow mountain stood, and there were countless dragon shepherds falling on the slope of the Mausoleum Mountain.

Each of them is like their dragon beast, as if they are carrying a huge stone sword. No matter how strong a person is, they will find it difficult to break free from the suppression of this sword shadow!

"This is the second sword." Zhu Minglang said again.

The second sword pointed out.

The slender and slender sword body was like a white qi snake, and quickly shot out from the highest point of the Mausoleum Mountain, and turned into a white crazy python in Nan Lingsha's eyes!

The mad python twisted its body and swept across the circle, agile and powerful. You can see that the flying dragons hovering in the air were swept down by the sword python!

Many dragon shepherds were on their backs. The suppression of Jianying Mountain was originally in the high altitude and escaped, but unexpectedly, Zhu Minglang's second sword was released so quickly, and the sword energy python was completely a divine python. The sky was so wide that it could not allow any dragon beast to hover!

"The Third Sword!"

Zhu Minglang's sword was suddenly withdrawn, and the force of the withdrawal shocked the Mausoleum Mountain.

Nan Lingsha noticed that there were countless air threads on the sword in Zhu Minglang's hand. These air threads seemed to have pulled away all the air around him as he quickly returned to the sword.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying sword roar appeared on the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, like thousands of troops rushing from a distance, and more like a real tsunami rolling. Everyone was dizzy and their internal organs were even more misplaced!

"The Fourth Sword!"

As Zhu Minglang shouted softly.

For some reason, there were countless terrifying cracks on the nine tomb peaks of the Jiujun Tomb Mountain. Looking from the mysterious wall and the city tower, the Jiujun Tomb Mountain seemed to have been torn apart by something, and there were even shocking rifts in some places!

On the city tower, Yun Zhonghe, the chief disciple of Yaoshan Sword Sect, was stunned.

He looked at the Jiujun Tomb Mountain torn open by Zhu Minglang's fourth sword, and slowly turned his gaze to Wu Feng, the uncle next to him.

No one has ever told him that the Sword Formation is a sword technique!

Zhu Minglang's sword clearly shows the characteristics of every ancient sword in the sword-falling formation...

Giant sword, cloud sword, roar sword, cracked sword!
Chapter completed!