Chapter 413 Breaking the Array

"This is the [Black Flame Black Flame Iron Knight] transformed in the Holy Array. Although the strength is not high, the number is endless. You have to deal with it carefully. You must delay until I gather enough power to display the [Ninety-Nine Guizhen Sword Array]."

Z Chamberlain looked at thousands of troops and horses that seemed to appear out of thin air in the desert and said to Zhang Mojin and Zhang Qianye.

"Don't worry, elder! It's up to me!"

Zhang Mojin split out with a knife and swept thousands of troops, and a green golden elixir virtual shadow floated and rotated in the knife gas.

With a loud noise, the oncoming black flame iron horse, covered with black armor and black armor, **'s mount is also dark, but it is blurred. I can't see whether it is a horse or a spirit beast. I can only feel that they are tall and majestic, full of an indescribable explosive power. The four hooves are pedaled, and the wind is galloping. It's like wings on the back.

The knight on his back was shrouded in a layer of black armor, and even his face was covered by a black iron mask. The armor at the joints of his limbs were all sharp steel thorns, ferocious and sharp, exuding a sense of desolateness and silence.

Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of such iron riders gathered together, which was simply murderous, reflecting the yellow sand and the white bones exposed in the yellow sand, which made them look desolate and chilling.

It's not over yet, I'm scared!

However, Zhang Mojin didn't care. He was a Judan period monk. In the Jinfeng Dynasty, he was also a high-ranking god. Naturally, he would not be scared by some virtual shadows. At that moment, he shouted loudly, and the green knife light swept out, like a desert wind, sweeping everything.

Karala——

The front row of dozens of riders were swept by the soaring blade air. The seemingly hard armor could not stop the sharp knife light at all. Like tofu, it was instantly cut into pieces.

The limbs suddenly flew around in the air, but there was no trace of blood on these limbs. After flying into the air, they suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated invisible.

"Hum - illusions are illusions. Murong's family are all hidden people, and family kung fu is also so obscene!"

Zhang Mojin's morale was suddenly boosted. With a long roar, the blade was strong, like a wave of anger, rolling away one after another, setting off the yellow sand all over the sky.

Brush——

With Zhang Mojin's green knife spirit, Zhang Qianye also released a yellow sword spirit and swept towards the swarming black flame iron horse.

Zhang Qianye took a chemical elixir and was transformed by the wasteland qi in Dingyang elixir. Now his cultivation has reached the late period of foundation, which is the state of high-level master called by the Jinfeng Dynasty. Although he is not as good as Zhang Mojin, the sword light is sharp and magnificent, and the momentum and power are also huge.

For a moment, on a dead desert, the sound of killing shocked the sky, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and the sword spirit, like the same green and yellow roaring long dragons, in the torrent of the black black flame iron horse, killing vertically and horizontally. Wherever the light went, it was fluffy, and countless black nightmare-like black flame iron riders turned into dust all over the sky.

Although these black flame iron riders look ferocious and murderous, their real strength is not strong, which is only equivalent to the power of a marrow-washing warrior. In front of Zhang Mojin, a Judan monk, and Zhang Qianye, a late foundation-building monk, there was no resistance at all.

"Hahaha! The fall of the Murong family is nothing more than that! Nothing great! Let it all come!"

Zhang Qianye waved his sword, and another row of black flame iron horse shadows turned into shattered. The broken feeling was very comfortable. Feeling the surging power on his body, his heart suddenly rose arrogance and shouted towards the boundless black flame iron horse.

In his mind, these black flame iron horse shadows with only the cultivation of marrow washing are just a group of ants. No matter how large the number is, it will not cause any serious damage to them. Chamberlain admires this holy array, such as facing a big enemy, but now it seems to be a little fuss.

It's just that Zhang Chiba doesn't know that although the ants are weak, if the number reaches a certain level, they can still exert their terrible power. Zhang Mojin thought far away. Looking at the shadows of black flame iron riders all over the world, the more he killed, his face became more and more solemn, and he already felt a crisis.

............

Boom-

Another large black flame iron horse was smashed. Zhang Qianye gasped hard, and there was no more vigorous expression on his face. Most of the aura in his body has been consumed. The aura in the space of the Holy Array is very thin, and the aura he consumes can't be absorbed from the outside world at all.

However, these black flame iron riders showed no sign of any reduction. They were still all over the world, murderous, and thousands of riders rushed to the yellow sand.

"I don't know how the elder is preparing?"

Fine sweat beads also appeared on Zhang Mojin's head. He is the realm of Jindan. The power in his body is generated by Jindan's own operation. There is no need to absorb the aura of the outside world to make up for it. However, the speed of Jindan's operation is far from keeping up with the speed of Dan's consumption, and he also feels great pressure.

These black flame iron riders are just the virtual shadows transformed by the Holy Array. They are not afraid of death at all, and they are not afraid of ashes and smoke. They only know how to go forward bravely, drowning all the obstacles in front of them in the torrent of steel and smashing them with iron hooves.

Who said that the difference in the realm cannot be made up by quantity, and ten marrow washing realms are not as good as one innate realm, so what about one hundred? What about a thousand? What about ten thousand? What about 100,000? What about a million...

Even if it is a million ants, they can easily eat an elephant. What's more, in the Holy Array, these black flame iron riders can be transformed endlessly, and there is no end at all.

"Ninety-nine to the truth! The Great River Sword Array!"

Just when Zhang Mojin and Zhang Qianye's faces were full of despair, suddenly a strong and old voice, like spring thunder, sounded over the desert. The hissing of thousands of troops and horses could not cover the sound.

With the same voice, Zhang Mojin and Zhang Qianye's faces were suddenly ecstatic, and a feeling of escaping from death suddenly surged into their hearts.

Wan——

The ups and downs of waves sounded in the air. Zhang Mojin and Zhang Qianye looked up and saw the yellow sand in the sky. Suddenly, the purple light was great, and the purple sword light as thick as a purlin floated in the sky.

Brush - Nine sword lights shined for a while, and suddenly turned into eighty-one sword lights, sneered through the air and flew towards the oncoming black flame iron horse.

Boom——

On the wide and desolate desert, there seemed to be eighty-one thunderbolt, and dozens of feet of yellow sand rose to the sky, as if a yellow sand wall rose in front of several people. A moment later, the city wall landed, and the situation in front of him immediately scared Zhang Mojin and Zhang Qianye.

On the desert a hundred feet away from the three people, it was still a flat sand just now, but now there is a large pit with a radius of dozens of feet. This big pit is several feet deep. A large black flame iron horse on this big pit has completely disappeared.

"Awesome!"

Zhang Qianye spit out his tongue, and just roughly estimated with his eyes that just now, Chamberlain's sword actually destroyed no more than ten thousand black flame iron riders. Although they were all virtual shadows, they were also equivalent to ten thousand marrow washing realms!

Although shocked by the terrible destructive power caused by Chamberlain's sword, Zhang Qianye's eyes still showed a trace of suspicion, because this black flame iron horse can't be killed endlessly. If you kill 10,000, you will soon be able to transform 20,000 or 30,000, which does not seem to be the fundamental solution.

It seemed that he could see the doubts in Zhang Qianye's eyes. Zhang Bolun smiled and drew a mysterious track in the air with his arms. He shouted fiercely and rolled out, echoing over the desolate and endless desert.

"Ninety-nine to the truth! The Sword of the Great River! The first wave--

buzz-

Eighty-one purple sword lights appear in the air, and the breath is lingering. Each sword light is equivalent to the power of the five heavens in the gas refining period. The eighty-one sword light is the joint work of eighty-one innate realms.

"Ninety-nine to the truth! The second wave!"

Another broken shout, and eighty-one purple sword lights appeared in the air again, but these eighty-one sword lights were more powerful and deep than the first wave, which was already equivalent to the power of the monk in the foundation period.

"The sword spirit of the big river! The third wave--"

"The sword spirit of the big river! The fourth wave--"

..................

"The sword spirit of the big river! The sixth wave--

With this shout, Chamberlain's face has also changed, emitting six waves of sword spirit in a row. Even if he is a late Judan monk, he has reached the limit. If you want to emit nine waves of river sword spirit, only the legendary realm of the holy master can do it.

However, these six waves of sword gas are stronger than one wave. This last wave of sword spirit, each sword spirit, is already equivalent to the power of the peak in the later stage of foundation construction.

"Ninety-nine to the truth! Great river sword spirit! Break it for me--"

Chamberlain trembled all over, with purple air on his face. At the same time, he maintained six waves of sword spirit. He also felt great pressure, roared, and suddenly waved his arms forward.

Boom-

The first wave of eighty-one river sword gas, purple light flashed, like eighty-one purple dragons, burst out, but to the surprise of Zhang Mojin and Zhang Qianye, this wave of sword light did not fly to the black flame iron horse, but flew towards the empty sky.

chi weng——

The sharp sound of breaking the sky is endless. With the first wave of sword spirit, the following five waves of four hundred and five big river swordsmanship, like a dense dragon crossing the river, flying into the sky.

Boom-

Thousands of fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky, and a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared in the empty sky, as if a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared somewhere.

click - the yellow sand under his feet suddenly trembled violently. With the cultivation of Zhang Mojin and Zhang Qianye, they could not stand firmly on the yellow sand.

"Big Elder!"

A sound of surprise sounded, and there was a trance in front of him. Zhang Qianye fixed his eyes and immediately shouted in surprise:

"Father!"