861: C861 silver hand

C861 silver hand

Truly good formations were not like a glazed barrier that blocked the opponent. As long as a formation like this was broken through by someone, it would no longer be of any use.

The truly good formation was like a quagmire, allowing the opponents to charge in. Then, it would be difficult for them to charge out. They would be restricted everywhere, traps everywhere, and enemies would be everywhere. They would struggle and tremble with every step.

For example, the sand tribe cultivators had an amazing race talent. As long as they stretched out into the desert, as long as their bodies were damaged, they could make up for it with sand. The truly brilliant sand tribe cultivators could even use the sand to gather and regrow their limbs.

However, when the sand tribe cultivators rushed into the jade oasis, the Sand Tribe cultivators were shocked to find out that the sand tribe cultivators were unable to use the moisture contained in the soil to heal their wounds. Not only that, but to the sand tribe cultivators, the thick moisture was like miasma to the human cultivators.

In addition, many of the abilities of the sand tribe cultivators were related to quicksand. However, the sand that contained a large amount of moisture was clearly harder to control than the dry quicksand.

For example, the bodies of the people from the Rigid Race were tough enough to injure, but when they entered the oasis, the power of the Sand River Formation would form quicksand pits under their feet and they would be restricted the moment they stepped inside, becoming targets for the human cultivators.

Of course, the most important thing was that the Sand River formation was now in the hands of a true array master. Otherwise, if it was another cultivator, they might have been able to lay down the clouds or a quicksand trap, but they wouldn't be able to precisely control the passage of each wet stream or the location of each pit like Yang Junshan did.

Nearly three hundred cultivators from both races charged into the oasis. Although it caused a few dozen casualties, the human side still firmly held the advantage. The number of casualties among the two races' cultivators had already exceeded one third.

The battle between low-level cultivators was only to further damage the oasis's defensive formation, and what truly determined the victory of this battle was the battle between several high-level cultivators in the sky.

After spitting out an arrow, the desert giant swung his huge fist towards Yang Junshan's location. The path that the fist went through had a faint restraining force, wanting to lock Yang Junshan in the air.

Yang Junshan was interested in this. He realized that this sand tribe cultivator's techniques were similar to Yang Junshan's own techniques, but he didn't try to break the shackles around him. Instead, he continued punching with his fist.

The fist was about the size of a house, and Yang Junshan was a tall and sturdy man, so his fist was only slightly bigger than an average man's fist.

The two fists met in midair, but the result was completely different!

A muffled sound rang out, and many of the low level cultivators who were close to the location where the two were fighting felt their chests tighten. A few of the people from the rigid race were unsteady on their feet, but were decapitated by the three disciples of the Lan Lan Lan Sect.

As the concentrated sandstorm fell from the sky, it actually raised the ground within a radius of one hundred zhang by three inches!

In the air, Yang Junshan withdrew his fist as if nothing had happened, while the giant's huge fist was completely shattered!

At the same time, Yang Junshan suddenly felt a movement coming from his side. Before he could turn around to check, a pair of silver palms suddenly appeared, and a violent wave of energy rushed out from the palms, distorting the entire array formation in the sky. Yang Junshan, who was originally at the edge of the highest array above the oasis, was unexpectedly pushed out of the Sand River formation by this violent force!

At this moment, the Sandstorm Giant swung its fist at him. It was extremely well-coordinated with the person who had launched the sneak attack.

As a top-class array master, he actually got someone to attack from the array, which was out of Yang Junshan's expectation. But now, he didn't even have time to think about it, this punch was more powerful, and even the other fist was already in preparation.

Yang Junshan was surprised, but he didn't panic. He let go of his double-sided axe, and split the giant's pair of big hands, causing the desert giant to miss a punch. However, half of his fist was cut off.

However, that pair of silver palms followed closely behind him, pointing at his back through the air. The fingers chopped at the back of his head, and the movements of the two silver hands caused a sharp whistling sound.

Without the protection of the array, Yang Junshan didn't even have time to turn around, and could only use his spiritual sense to capture the source of the danger. With one palm facing backwards, he pressed down on a silver hand that was aimed at the back of his head, and then took a few steps forward.

Dodging the enemy's ace attack once again, Yang Junshan didn't relax at all. On the contrary, he became more serious. Although he seemed to be avoiding the enemy's attack, in reality, he was forced away from the Emerald Oasis by the enemy. In fact, he had fallen into the enemy's trap.

As expected, just when Yang Junshan dodged the silver hands like a chopping block, a cold light pierced through the air and came straight to his face.

This time, Yang Junshan's facial expression changed drastically. He no longer cared about holding back his strength. The Mountain Lord's Seal flew out in an instant, knocking away the cold light in the air. It turned out to be a silver flying spear.

However, the flying spear continued to fly backwards after it was shot down. Finally, it fell into the hands of a simple beast skin cultivator who was bare-chested and had totem markings all over his body!

The sand giant behind him joined hands with the other silver-armed rigid tribe cultivator to dodge. In that moment, not only was Yang Junshan forced out of the great defensive formation of the Jadeite Oasis, he even fell into the trap set up by the three alien Grand Adepts.

The moment the silver gunshot appeared, a bunch of gunshots was fired from the desert outside the oasis.

Chen JunSen saw Yang Junshan being shot out of the array, and for a moment, the entire oasis was surrounded by a horde of dragons without heads. When he saw the incoming bullets, his face had already turned pale with fright as he shouted, "Sha Man, be careful of Sha Man's bullets!"

Before he finished his sentence, a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign suddenly rushed out from the side, almost forcing him out of the array formation. Luckily, he was able to react in time, and after Yang Junshan was thrown out, the defensive array inside the oasis was still operating on its own.

Only then did he realize that not only him, but even the other three Spiritual Masters had already fallen into an extremely dangerous situation. Before, they could still rely on the array formation and the support of Spiritual Master Yang to complete this task, but now that Yang Junshan had been schemed against, the defensive array could only operate on its own.1

At least twenty or so human cultivators were directly thrown onto the ground by the flying spears that had fallen from the sky. However, the sudden death of these twenty people caused a great chaos in the defense line of the human race. The sand clan and the rigid race took the opportunity to force their way in, and tens of buildings were destroyed in the midst of a great battle.

The three alien races had joined forces to defeat the ten foreign invaders with their absolute strength. The low level cultivators in the oasis might not have felt it, but the few human cultivators in the air were all disheartened. At this time, Yang Junshan, who had been encircled by the three alien supreme cultivators, unexpectedly broke out of the encirclement and returned to the oasis of the great formation.

The moment Yang Junshan fell into the array, a small formation plate flew out from his body. With a few casual steps, a gust of wind suddenly came down from the middle of the oasis, and a column of emerald water rose up into the sky. The surface of the Emerald Lake at the center of the oasis was cut in half, and a lot of jade clams the size of basins exposed the lakeside.

The alien cultivators outside the formation instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Especially the sand giant, whose body was only left with half of its body. It let out a sharp howl, and the sand tribe cultivators, who had already charged into the oasis, immediately turned around and retreated upon hearing this.

However, Yang Junshan attacked angrily, how could he give these people another chance? A large mountain carried a large amount of quicksand, turning the original several hundred zhang radius that had been flattened by the alien cultivators into a vast ocean. At least forty lower stage sand tribe cultivators were sucked into the mountain, and then overloaded with sand, killing them!

Although the people of the rigid tribe were not afraid of water, they were trapped in a quagmire. No matter how strong the cultivators of the rigid tribe were, they couldn't escape. They could only watch as the cultivators of the human race controlled their weapons to harvest them.

However, they didn't expect that Yang Junshan would emerge from the encirclement of the three alien Supreme Dipper Warriors. Seeing that the situation had reversed, the barbarian warrior Shaman started to retreat after receiving the order; therefore, he didn't suffer too much damage.

Yang Junshan displayed his might, not only did he cause the low-level cultivators of the Emerald Lake to suffer heavy losses, even the few alien Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns and Profound Handle cultivators that were originally besieging Yang Junshan retreated when they saw the situation turn bad, allowing Spiritual Master Chen and the other cultivators who were already at the end of their tether to catch their breath.

Only at this moment, when the four men looked at Yang Junshan, did they realize that he was not unharmed. His left shoulder was scratched along with his spirit rank robe, the blood coming out from his wound was black, it was obvious that he had been poisoned.

Spiritual Master Chen and the rest were shocked. They were about to ask how Yang Junshan was feeling when they saw him turn around. His silver hands were cut off at the wrists, as if he just casually stabbed them in the waist.

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As for the setting of the hard race, it might be a little different from before. For now, the new setting would prevail. Nightfall would need to think for a while before modifying it. Sorry!

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