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However, what the scholar did not expect was that Haoming misinterpreted his meaning. The former only took a look and knew that Haoming had a trick with him in his heart.

In desperation, the scholar did not panic, but turned his eyes and explained to him: "It is the most fragile existence in this formation world. As long as we work together to break it, this formation world will be destroyed without attacking it."

"Really?" Hao Ming, tired of resisting, his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at the scholar with doubts.

At this time, Haoming was still suspicious of himself, which made the scholar secretly hate him, but now without Haoming, he could not break through this formation. The scholar could only temporarily put aside his resentment towards him and eased: "It will be too late if we don't do it. If our intentions are discovered at that time, we may never be able to find this weakness again. Whether to do it or not will be up to you."

After throwing a harsh word, the scholar turned his body and pushed his palms flat. When the strong wind swept, dozens of wind blades would be dispersed. Then he took out a handful of pills and threw them into the exit. Obviously, the scholar's move was for Haoming to see, and he wanted the latter to know that without him, he would have the ability to persevere in this formation until the last moment of escape.

Haoming struggled for a while, finally gritted his teeth and nodded, "Tell me where it is."

The scholar was happy when he heard this, and hurriedly pointed to the 30-degree angle beside him and said, "Where."

Hao Ming glanced and stomped his feet hard. An unprecedented violent aura snatched his body. Thunder and lightning wrapped around the blue Canglong sword, making the sword body shining with cold light even more dazzling. Even under the swelling of Hao Ming's whole body, the Canglong on the sword vaguely had the momentum of a dragon roaring in the wild.

The sword energy condensed on the blade, emitting a momentum that was not daring to face. Even the wind blade that attacked the body around him deviated from the track.

In the formation world, Wang Zhen's face changed slightly when he saw this. When he waved his hand, he was about to shift the eye of the formation, but Hao Ming's shocking sword fell one step ahead.

Invisibly, an extremely large internal energy sword shadow that was dozens of feet long suddenly appeared in the formation world. Because the blade was too magnificent, it broke a hole in the top of the formation world that the king formation had worked hard to put down.

On the Fire City, the wailing residents suddenly saw the top of the wind, and they all closed their mouths in shock. Now there was a depressing silence, as if the darkness before the storm came, making people shudder.

The internal energy of the thunder attribute was filled with an extremely domineering momentum, illuminating the entire world for several points. Everyone could see the sword energy like a jade pillar soaring into the sky, slashing straight down with a bitter sword wind.

"boom"

With a huge roar, the huge wind that bound the scholar and Haoming was finally split into a gap about a few meters wide by Haoming.

Under the attack of this sword light, the formation world trembled and seemed to collapse, but it was almost stabilized under the strength of the king formation. However, this behavior of overdrawing the soul power and forcibly supporting the formation world directly led to the soul body's king formation shrinking suddenly, and its body became shallow again.

However, all this was not over. Just when Wang Cheng felt happy that he had almost stabilized the formation world, several dark needle lights suddenly shot out from the center of the formation world, reaching the soul body of Wang Cheng.

As the needle light first appeared, Wang Zhen's expression changed in horror, and three words that shocked his soul and soul were exclaimed from him.

"Soul-killing Needle?"

The wind blade enveloped the hurricane formation that was flying all over the sky, and a dark needle appeared suddenly, piercing through the bondage of countless strong winds, and shot straight towards the illusory body of the king formation in the gap.

As soon as the needle appeared, Wang Cheng couldn't help but change color in horror. The needle's light shot was extremely fast, almost exceeding the speed of light, and it was too late to avoid it. In a hurry, Wang Cheng could only gather the wind blades closest to him in the formation world, forming hundreds of blue-gray barriers.

In a hurry, the Qingfeng barrier condensed into a hurried place almost exhausted all the soul power of the king formation. His illusory image, while maintaining the hurricane formation, became briefly discussed again.

Like smoke, the soul body faintly dissipated. Even so, Wang Zhen still maintained the operation of the formation with all his strength. When the needle light shot, Wang Zhen was furious. As a senior man who had lived for hundreds of years, Wang Zhen, who had studied the power of souls very thoroughly, knew that the needle light thrown out by the scholar was not an ordinary thing.

Soul-killing Needle. Low-level Earth Martial Saint is familiar with the most useless Earth Martial Saint in the low-level. This needle will not cause any damage to anyone's body or even internal energy. Even if you are ordinary people, you will be safe and sound. However, since this needle is called Earth Martial Saint, there is not no reason. The only function of this needle is to cause great damage to the soul body. The needle in front of you is even used by a scholar who has cultivated true soul power, and its power is even more amazing.

Wang Zhen knew that he could not completely resist the attack of the soul-killing needle. In a hurry, it condensed into a green wind barrier and could only slightly reduce the speed of the needle. At the same time, Wang Zhen, who had always maintained the demeanor of his senior, no longer disappointed his calm appearance before. He was furious and no longer held back. As his hands danced, a powerful soul power rose out under the blessing of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

With the full force of the king formation, the hurricane formation suddenly shrank ten times, and the formation covered by wind and sand instantly turned into a powerful tornado. In the eyes of outsiders, this tornado is very different from the tornado formed in nature. Under the blue-gray wind swept, countless sword-like energy formed on the outer layer of the wind, as if the heaven and earth were filled with thousands of sharp blades, full of rising killing.

While everyone was shocked, in the formation world, the scholar and Haoming were already tightly surrounded by thousands of sharp blades. They were as powerful as the two martial saints, and they could not avoid the fine and rain-like attack of the blade.

Blood scattered in the sky with the wind blade's cut. If the two of them had not had strong internal energy protection, they would have been divided into thousands of sections by the thousands of wind blades. Even so, the two were exhausted and overwhelmed.

The scholar felt the approaching of death for the first time, and the fear that penetrated into the soul made the strong man who had never suffered a hardship break up. In a hurry to resist, the scholar suddenly saw Haoming who was tired of resisting. Then he realized that although the latter was not as strong as his own, it was easier than him with the Canglong Sword in his hand.

Seeing this, the scholar's eyes turned and rushed to Haoming's side with a whoosh. The powerful palm force emptied out, breaking away several sharp blades that were attacking again. The scholar said, "Haoming, you and I will work together to resist."

When he heard about Fang, Haoming also understood that the scholar wanted to use his Canglong Sword to resist the wind blade. He did not dare to violate the order and secretly said contemptuously. The powerful internal energy surged out again, and this time Haoming had all his strength.

The two great martial saints have all their strength in hell, but they end up like a stray dog. They may laugh at people's teeth if they say it out. However, the scholars and Haoming now have no time to pay attention to their own face. If they can survive in this formation, it would be a blessing in disgrace.

There were more and more wind blades, and the subsequent attack became more and more fierce. There were even a few times when the wind blades narrowly passed through the key points of the two, almost taking their lives. Anxious, Haoming resisted countless wind blades, but on the other hand, he asked anxiously: "Sir Xing Envoy, this is not a solution."

Hearing this, the scholar flew his palms constantly, but his eyes were looking at the black light that was shooting out from the opposite side, and said coldly: "What's the hurry? He won't let us live, and we won't let him live."

The scholar said, with a shocking murderous intent in his eyes. It was a hatred gaze, as unstoppable as a natural enemy of a wild beast. Haoming beside him looked at it and shivered involuntarily.

Following the scholar's gaze, Haoming's eyes also became fierce and fierce. The Canglong Sword in his hand waved again, and waves of impelling sword aura immediately spread across the formation, doubled the protective cover that wrapped the two people at most.

However, such a strong effort made the two of them have little effect. Seeing the countless wind blades shooting densely, slashing onto the protective cover, making a burst of jingling sounds, their minds were tense to the extreme, and the loss of internal energy was beyond their expectations. If this situation continued, they would never see the sun tomorrow without a stick of incense.

An anxious expression was little by little on the faces of the two people, and the most anxious one was undoubtedly the scholar. His palms flew and danced, and bursts of energy came out of his body, breaking waves of wind blades after wave. At such a critical moment, his eyes kept floating towards the direction of the Wang Dynasty.

The black light was sharp and extremely fast. Even the sound of breaking through the air was inaudible. Finally, he came to the layers of blue-gray barriers in front of Wang Formation. Sharp and powerful spiritual energy, the soul-killing needle broke through the layers of protective arrays that were blocking the body of Wang Formation, and finally passed through all the barriers as he wished.

Seeing this, Wang Zhen's brows, which had been frowning, blue veins appeared on the top of his head. His empty hands suddenly raised, urging the proud and powerful soul power to squeeze the sudden shooting soul-killing needle firmly in the air. Only then did he see clearly the true appearance of the soul-killing needle.

It was a very small black needle, its thickness was incomparable to the bull's light. As soon as the soul-killing needle arrived, it did not fall down under gravity when it stopped. Instead, it kept spinning, as if it was about to break through the soul power of the king formation to destroy it. Under the spiral of the strong wind, the soul-killing needle pierced the unparalleled soul power like a drill bit. At the same time, bursts of strong black air were emitted from the needle body.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and Haoming and the scholar's movements gradually slowed down. Of course, they were not afraid that the wind blade would draw them into several segments, but because the wind blade in the hurricane formation suddenly decreased with the full force of the king formation sealing needle, and its power was even weaker.

Seeing this, the two couldn't help but look happy. The scholar knew that his plan had been successful. Now the Wang Formation has no ability to control the formation world at all. All his soul power has been used on the Soul-Slaying Needle. Now he only needs to protect himself well and wait for the Wang Formation to be penetrated by the Soul-Slaying Needle and his soul to be destroyed, and he can perfectly complete today's mission.

Just as the scholar thought, Wang Zhen was indeed overwhelmed and was unable to seal the soul-killing needle in the end and was stabbed hard by him.

The Soul-Slaying Needle penetrated the illusory body, and Wang Zhen only felt that his soul power was suddenly sucked in by the Soul-Slaying Needle, and most of his soul power was suddenly lost.

Without any surprise, Wang Zhen had known for a long time that the ending of this soul-killing needle must be like this. With a smile, Wang Zhen let go of his hands and glanced at Ou Chuyang who was still refining the Nine Nether Divine Fire, and couldn't help but show a look of reluctance.

"Boy, this is the last time I have helped you. I hope you can reach a day that will make everyone amazed." The faint mosquito whispered from Wang Zhen's mouth, filled with reluctance and care for Ou Chuyang.

"Bye now."

After saying the last three words of farewell, a decisive look appeared on Wang Zhen's faint smile. While his eyes flashed, the former finally burst out with the last energy.

With a slight slight blow to the palm of his palm, all the remaining soul power snatched out of his body. Driven by this powerful soul power, the hurricane formation that was raging with a storm suddenly roared and declared collapse. However, at the same time as this last storm, an unprecedented energy fluctuation once again brought the entire desert area into the blue-gray purgatory.

The wind blade danced wildly, forming a large blue-gray space from the sky, but it stumbled slightly, and then swept towards the scholar and Haoming who had just escaped from the constraints of the formation.

"Ding~"

First, countless crisp sounds penetrated into the ears of all the people who were still watching the battle anxiously outside the formation. Following closely behind was the "puff" sound of sharp blades slashing their skin.

Countless blood arrows sprayed out from the two of them, and in the hot sky, a gorgeous blood-colored illusion was drawn.

In shock, everyone finally found the figures of two martial saints from the middle of the blood mist in the sky. At this time, their clothes had been broken into countless strips of cloth, and due to the spray of blood, they were dyed with blood-like red.

He fell to the ground, desperately supporting himself to the body he climbed to, and his eyes were filled with deep fear.

"It's so scary." The scholar looked at the place where the illusory body disappeared in disbelief, and spit out a hot blood again.

The strength of the third-level martial saint was almost lost in the powerful formation world of the king formation with only soul bodies. When the scholar thought of the thousands of sharp blades that were enough to pierce the space just now, the scholar was afraid for no reason.

He knew that if the Wang Formation did not have only soul bodies, then today, the two of them would not have won so easily. It would be a dream to even touch a finger of the Wang Form. The scholar believed that the Wang Formation with a physical body must be at the top of the Martial Saint's peak powerhouse.

Although he was very scared of the strength of Wang Zhen, the scholar knew that all this had passed. He was very lucky that he did not die at Wang Zhen's hands and did not bury his body in this boundless desert. And all this depends on the soul-killing needle given to him by his master.

Of course, Hao Ming was also shocked by the scholar. Now he can be said to be like a scholar, and he is urging his internal energy to maintain his body that is about to fall.

He didn't know where the Wang Formation was now. What he only knew was that once this formation world was gone, the Wang Formation would definitely not appear again. The danger had been away, and Haoming immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his eyes and saw the stunned Su Mei and others not far away. The former's mind tightened again. Without saying a word, the light flashed across his fingertips, and a handful of pills that regained internal energy was taken out by him and suddenly stuffed them into his mouth.

Haoming's actions reminded the scholar. When the latter saw the strong men who had not recovered from the shock, they sat on the ground in horror, and replied with all their strength.

The enemy has gone, and the scholar is not very worried. Although he has spent a lot of physical energy to fight with Wang Zhen before, he has cultivated true soul power and recovered faster than anyone else. In addition, the pills he has collected over the years, it can be said that he is now the master of everyone here. It only takes a moment to recover his strength of 30 or 40 of the 100 people. In this way, in his eyes, those so-called martial mad strong men can still easily be taken away by him.

The people who were watching and breathing in the air, and then they recalled the shock from the shock. At this time, the scholar and Haoming had already recovered with the help of powerful pills. Although they were not as energetic as before, it was not difficult to deal with the "weak" who also consumed a lot.

Slowly stood up, the scholar finally showed the first confident smile after seeing Wang Zhen. He gently activated less than half of the internal energy. The scholar felt that his condition had never been so good. It was not because his strength was not damaged, but because he killed an enemy who was stronger than him. Such a feat was enough to make him feel very proud.
Chapter completed!