Chapter 181 Broken Sword Array

Zhao Jingtian left the center of the sword array with Ning Lingxi and Yuwenchan and stood in the open space hundreds of meters away to watch the battle.

Ling Lanheng and Zhang Yan stood back to back in the middle, looking at the sword array of Qinglanzong with a solemn expression. The red moon in Zhang Yan's hand kept shaking and making a slight sound, but he felt the existence of other swords and was excited.

And Ling Lanheng held the half-cut sword in his hand, which was a great insult to the people of Qinglanzong.

Zhao Jingtian looked guilty and kept regretting that he should not break Ling Lanheng's sword. On the contrary, Ling Lanheng himself cares at all. Even if he has half a sword in his hand, he can still look at the fronts coldly!

"start the array." Wang Tong gave the order lightly. In his opinion, although Ling Lanheng was strong, he only had half a sword, as if half of the tiger's claws were missing. Zhang Yan is famous, but it is only relative to his assassination. If facing the enemy, Zhang Yan, a broken swordsman, may not be the opponent of any of his disciples.

Wang Tong is very confident. Every disciple in his array is a wave-level swordsman. If he can't win with 30 enemies, he is really eyeless.

Under Wang Tong's order, the Liukan serial sword array was launched.

Zhao Jingtian realized that the so-called Liukan sword array was divided into six groups of 30 people. Each group of five people emitted sword spirit, complemented each other with a crisscrossing force, and attacked Zhang Yan and Ling Lanheng, who surrounded the array with sword spirit.

Ling Lanheng waved his broken sword, and the five-color sword spirit wrapped himself and Zhang Yan in it. The sword gas brush hit Ling Lanheng's five-color sword gas guard aperture, making a poof sound and quickly turning into invisible.

Zhang Yan knows that the battle between Ling Lanheng and Zhao Jingtian has consumed a lot of sword spirit, and now he will not be able to use sword spirit defense for long. With a fierce heart, Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Master Ling, cover me!"

As soon as Zhang Yan's voice fell, he rushed forward like an arrow from the string.

Ling Lanheng frowned slightly, put away the five-color sword spirit, and then rushed to Zhang Yan.

In Wang Tong's opinion, the two's move was purely suicidal!

Countless swordsmanship came, and in front of Zhang Yan, they were all broken by Zhang Yan's red moon. Behind Zhang Yan, it is defended by Ling Lanheng's five-color sword spirit.

It takes a long time to say, but it takes a short time to do it. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yan rushed to one of the group of swordsmen with roaring swordsmanship and killed him.

This group of swordsmen quickly dispersed and merged into other groups. The swordsmen of the other groups were divided into one and formed a new group.

This is the real meaning of the six-cam series: no matter how the other party attacks, these six groups can trap people in the sword array as quickly as possible, making people have no way to start!

Zhang Yan couldn't hit it, and several swords flew towards him. Zhang Yan jumped into the sky like a swallow to avoid the sword spirit.

"Is he going to die?" All swordsmen had such an idea at the same time. Exposing yourself to the air, if you are besieged by the sword spirit, unless you break the opponent's sword spirit, otherwise, there is no place to dodge at all!

Only Ling Lanheng and Zhao Jingtian seem to understand Zhang Yan's behavior. Zhao Jingtian's face became more and more solemn, and Ling Lanheng, who was in the sword array, had been activated!

The swordsman of the sword array regarded Zhang Yan as a target, and countless swords flew to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan waved the red moon in the air, and the red sword spirit wrapped around him tightly. Even so, after consuming about one-third of the sword spirit, the remaining two-thirds of the sword spirit hit Zhang Yan!

Ling Lanheng ignored the sound of ping-pong behind him, and rushed to a group of swordsmen as quickly as he could. Before the attention of these five people left Zhang Yan, they suddenly came to their senses. Before they could exclaim, the broken sword in Ling Lanheng's hand had already cut their throats!

It seemed that Ling Lanheng wanted to deliberately stand up. He waved his sword and flew five heads into the sky. Blood spewed out from the neck of five headless bodies like a fountain, making a smoky sound and spewing blood fog more than a meter high!

"Ah!" Wang Tong can no longer calm down. Those disciples are all elites of his Qinglan Sect! Although there are countless wave-level swordsmen in Qinglanzong, such a young wave-level swordsman has a bright future. This time, I came out to take them out to see and accumulate experience. Unexpectedly, Ling Lanheng killed five people with one sword. Wang Tong was distressed!

Everyone looked at Zhang Yan, who had hit more than 40 swords. At this time, except for a few slight blood marks on his hands and feet, there was no sword wound on his body!

Taking advantage of the power of Ling Lanheng's sword and his immortal shock of more than 40 swords, Zhang Yan rushed to one of the group of swordsmen again.

On the other side, Ling Lanheng did not stop, swinging his broken sword and pointing straight at the group of swordsmen closest to him.

The six-kan serial array was broken, and the remaining five groups were shocked by Ling Lanheng and Zhang Yan, and their reaction was slightly slow by half a beat. The swords of Zhang Yan and Ling Lanheng harvested their lives without hesitation!

Puff... A ball of blood flew out, and two groups of swordsmen fell into the pool of blood.

The remaining 15 swordsmen were scared to death and lost their souls. They had long forgotten that at least they were the same wave-level swordsmen as Ling Lanheng.

These guys paid the price for their youth. They did not form a defense in time. They were rushed by Zhang Yan and Ling Lanheng, and several people fell into a pool of blood.

Zhang Yan and Ling Lanheng's speed was too fast. When Wang Tong just shouted "We admit defeat", the last Qinglan Sect swordsman fell under the joint blow of the two: Ling Lanheng's broken sword pierced the swordsman's heart, and Zhang Yan's red moon cut off the swordsman's head like cutting vegetables.

Obviously, he had an advantage, but he was reversed in a blink of an eye. Thirty wave-level swordsmen died at the hands of a wave-level swordsman and a wind-breaking boxer. Their Qinglanzong not only lost a lot this time, but also lost a lot of face!

The disciples of Qinglanzong stared at all this in front of them, as if they were dreaming. They really can't believe that it's true. No one believes it when they say it!

They don't know that even a wave-level swordsman has a difference. Wave levels like Zhao Jingtian and Ling Lanheng, combined with their sharp physical boxing skills, are those ordinary wave levels that can be matched?

And Zhang Yan, who has flowing steps, is not weaker than any wave level. Coupled with the assassination skills he trained as a killer, his sword can always cut the other party's throat at the first time. I don't know how much better it is than these wave-level swordsmen who grew up in the greenhouse!

But what makes all the disciples of Wang Tong and Qinglanzong understand most is why Zhang Yan was hit by more than 40 swords, but it seems that everything is okay!

It was not until Zhang Yan unloaded the coat that had been cut into rags that Wang Tong could see clearly that Zhang Yan was wearing an armor that was extremely similar in color to the clothes!

Puff! Wang Tong couldn't help but feel depressed and lived with a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Jingtian came over with Ning Lingxi and Yuwenchan and said to Wang Tong with a smile, "Sir, can our brother leave here?"

Wang Tong said in a trembling voice, "That's all... That's all... I'm ashamed of the patriarch!"

After saying that, Wang Tong suddenly wiped his neck with a sword and fell to the ground with a plop. Blood penetrated along the ground around his neck, contrasting with his dead eyes, presenting a chilling strange scene.

"Ev Elder!" The disciples of Qinglanzong burst into tears in their eyes and surrounded Wang Tong's body and cried bitterly.

Zhao Jingtian and Ling Lanheng looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"What a tough man." Zhao Jingtian sighed, "Let's go."

The angry shouts of the disciples of Qinglan Sect came from Zhao Jingtian's five people: "We will remember the kindness of several people to our Qinglan Sect in our lives!"

Zhao Jingtian didn't look back and said coldly, "Do your defeated generals dare to be brave? My name is Zhao Jingtian, and I welcome all of Qinglanzong to come to revenge at any time!"

Zhao Jingtian's body exuded a faint blood, and the disciples of Qinglanzong held the sword tightly, but no one dared to take a step forward!