Among the four-simile beasts, the White Tiger is the master of killing and attacking, and the attack power is the most terrifying. He thought he could destroy some of the holy swords in one fell swoop, but he did not expect it to fail.

Immediately, he manipulated the Suzaku to launch an attack.

I saw the Vermillion Bird crossing the sky, its wings were like two heavenly swords, and the space was faintly cut open.

Ming Cicada's target is still the holy swords that the White Tiger attacked just now. I believe that as long as you strike again, the holy swords will inevitably break.

Lu Baiming was not panicked at all and calmly controlled the formation.

One hundred and eight holy swords bloomed with bright golden light at the same time, and their positions were exchanged at an astonishing speed, still maintaining their original formation.

"Bang."

The Vermilion Bird's divine wings hit the twelve holy swords, but did not cut off the holy sword, and the action came to an abrupt end.

Countless secret patterns appeared on the surface of the twelve divine swords, and the sharp sword energy burst out, instantly cutting the Suzaku into pieces.

The fragments turned into wisps of flames and flew back into the five-color light shield quickly, gathered together, and condensed into a vermilion bird again.

It is originally condensed from the formation. As long as the formation is not broken, it can be reunited infinitely.

At this time, the sword formation suddenly changed, and two adjacent holy swords merged with each other.

In the blink of an eye, the number of holy swords decreased from 108 to 54, and the formation also changed accordingly.

The only thing that has not changed is that the sword formation is still shrouded in Xianji Mountain, and the power it condensed has obviously become stronger. Each holy sword appears very real, like a high-level holy weapon that can cut down the stars with one sword.

"What kind of formation is this?"

Mingzhai frowned, and some worries arose in his heart.
Chapter completed!