3179: C3179 Fifth Level of the Building Foundation Stage

C3179 Fifth Level of the Building Foundation Stage

Jiang Ting saw the bloody claw. He couldn't guess how powerful it was, but he didn't want to face it head on. He just dodged it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The ground that was already cracked opened up by the bloody claw and a large crater was created.

Liang Wenqiang's eyes emitted a bloody light: "I want to see how many times you can dodge!"

A white bone dagger appeared in his hand. At the end of the dagger, there were still a few fist-sized heads hanging. It was strange, the size of a fist, it should have been carved out.

However, they were human bones. It was more like a lifelike skull that had its flesh and blood peeled off.

Jiang Ting was too lazy to care and said in a low voice: "Restricted battlefield . . . If the battlefield was empty, you might still have a chance of winning. However, in this thirty meter wide battlefield, what right do you have to defeat me?"

Although the battlefield that was separated by the blood mist was in its original form and seemed to be very large, it was actually only over 30m in diameter.

"Hmm?" Liang Wenqiang became uneasy.

Jiang Ting also did not want to wait any longer. With a light flick of his finger, the magic swords left the bodies one after another.

In the blink of an eye, 25 magic swords spread out and appeared at the edge of the blood mist. Simply put, the sword formation enveloped the battlefield between the blood mist.

Clear Wind Sword Formation, rise!

Countless black strands of sword light appeared.

"What is it?" But Liang Wenqiang did not recognize sword formations.

The corners of Jiang Ting's mouth revealed a hint of playfulness as he drifted backward and directly retreated into the Azuresilk Sword Light. As the owner of the sword formation, the sword light naturally could not cause harm to Jiang Ting.

Although Liang Wenqiang did not understand, he still raised his hand and threw the white bone dagger out.

Instantly, the white bone dagger trembled slightly and suddenly became nine meters.

At the same time, a figure thirty meters tall also appeared out of thin air. Carrying a white bone greatsword / dagger? He threw himself at Jiang Ting and slashed at him.

Jiang Ting moved his body and avoided the attack range.

Then, the huge sword and the sword light collided.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of dull thuds rang out as the white bone dagger and the sword light began to collide wildly, causing countless sparks to flash.

In just three breaths of time, the white bone sword seemed to have lost its energy. It turned back into the size of a dagger, and the human-shaped shadow also disappeared.

"How is this possible?" Liang Wenqiang's expression changed drastically.

Jiang Ting continued to stand on the spot. "Nothing is impossible. Farewell. "

The sword formation contracted. He stood at the edge of the blood mist. Due to the contraction of the sword formation, he left the range of the sword formation.

He was already in an undefeatable position.

Although Liang Wenqiang could not believe it, he still gritted his teeth and roared: "Go to hell!"

He was also a ruthless person. Magical power surged into the fingertips of his left hand. His nails were like sharp knives. The nails on his left hand cut across the palm of his right hand, and a few inches of blood appeared.

Blood splattered. . . . It was also not like Liang Wenqiang used any secret art. One by one, resentful souls suddenly appeared, carrying illusory figures as they pounced towards the sword formation.

The white bone dagger transformed back into a huge sword, and phantoms appeared again.

Jiang Ting frowned. As expected of a fifth level Foundation Establishment cultivator. If that person continued to fight, his sword formation might be broken.

It seemed he had to go all out.

Fortunately, there was a gap between the blood mist and the situation outside. At most, he could only see the sword formation, but he could not see the exact details of the sword formation and the number of magic swords.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting flicked his finger again.

One by one, thumb-sized magic swords were ejected. They turned into three-foot-long blades the moment they left his body and merged into the sword formation.

The number of sword lights increased dramatically.

In just three breaths of time, with the addition of the magic swords of this tiger. . . The number of magic swords in the Qingfeng Sword Formation reached 32.

That's right, Jiang Ting's current limit.

With the 32 magic swords attacking at the same time, Jiang Ting's mind was completely tied down, and he couldn't even move his mind at all.

However, the effect was also very good.

Within the sword formation, whether it was the vengeful spirit or the white bone dagger, it did not matter.

As long as it came into contact with the sword light, it would be crushed with a single touch.

Liang Wenqiang roared in disbelief, "How is this possible!? I don't believe it. Impossible!"

Jiang Ting sat on the ground, mana surging. "Actually, I don't like to use sword formations. Why do you need them?"

The sword formation was moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. . . It was shrinking at a speed of one foot per breath!

The sword formation covered a total of more than 300 feet. . .

Was the area large?

Very large.

However, it shrank by a foot in one breath. Under Jiang Ting maintaining the sword formation with all his might, no matter how Liang Wenqiang put his life on the line, he was unable to break through the sword formation in the slightest.

It was also because of this that in less than fifteen minutes.

Under the situation where Jiang Ting was very safe, the sword formation shrunk from a range of thirty meters to thirty meters.

As for the thirty meters area. . . It was the same. The sword formation was filled with sword light everywhere.

Although Liang Wenqiang was muttering madly, all kinds of defensive magic treasures came out at the same time. . It was a pity that the power of the sword array was too strong. . .

The 18 magic swords' sword formation was sufficient to support Jiang Ting to cross a realm and fight to a draw with people. . . The power of 22 magic swords increased by a full seven times.

Liang Wenqiang did not have any very good treasures, talismans or whatnot. . . He could only die.

After shrinking to 30 meters, he only lasted for ten breaths of time before being minced by the sword light, not even bones left.

It was also because of Liang Wenqiang's death, the token for the exorcism mission flashed a streak of flowing light. Clearly connected to the Purple Frost Sect. . . It was just that it was unknown how much contribution it increased.

"Sigh. " But Jiang Ting did not feel happy. He sighed lightly and removed the sword formation with helplessness. The magic sword also returned to his body.

It was not unreasonable that he did not like to use the sword formation.

The speed at which the sword formation killed its enemies was too slow.

Before the sword formation completely contracted, there was a large area in the middle where there was no sword light. As long as one was not foolish enough to get close to the sword light, there would be no danger at all.

Furthermore, if there was some kind of explosive power like an Immortal Art, the sword formation would most likely be broken through if one was not careful, allowing the opponent to escape.0

Most importantly. . . The person who died under the sword formation would not even be able to obtain any spoils of war.

The storage bag was very fragile. . . The sword light attacked indiscriminately in all directions. If the person was dead, then the storage bag would have been destroyed a long time ago.

Killing the enemy was slow, and they wouldn't be able to get any spoils of war. Just these two points were enough to make Jiang Ting not like using sword formations.

He only hoped to see if the sword formation could fix this flaw in the future. If not. . .

However, in that instant, Jiang Ting shook his head again. He seemed to be a little greedy.

Under his powerful Divine Sense, the fifth-stage Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator was killed on the spot without any injuries. . . Such a powerful force, he could not be any more greedy.

If it were anyone else, being able to use a third level Foundation Establishment cultivation and some sort of method to kill a fourth level Foundation Establishment cultivator, it would be enough to make that person laugh secretly.

After suppressing his thoughts, Jiang Ting tilted his head and looked around. The fighting outside was still going on, and the blood mist was still there.

However, more than half of the devil cultivators had died. The remaining devil cultivators were also injured. . . It seemed like they were not far from death.

He was also anxious to leave and quietly waited on the spot.

Following that, nothing unexpected happened. With the assistance of the formation, the remaining Fiendish Cultivators were all killed within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Following that, the others joined forces to attack the blood mist. Facing the combined attacks of the others, the blood fog could no longer hold on. It only lasted for three breaths before it was crushed.

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