Inside the formation, all the disciples of Lingshan Sect immediately sat cross-legged and input spiritual power into the formation.

As spiritual power continued to flow in, a huge hand of light appeared on the protective shield.

"Sky-tearing hand, kill!"

The sect leader shouted loudly, swung his right hand, and the huge light hand immediately punched down.

"Witch, die!"

The giant fist attacked, but Yuehua's eyes did not change, and she didn't even think of dodging.

Just as the giant fist was about to strike down, a faint white light appeared around Yuehua.

"A waning moon."

A cold voice was heard, and Yuehua waved her jade hand.

The Frost Moon Sword in his hand drew a beautiful sword light, like a crescent moon, killing towards the giant fist from bottom to top.

There was a loud "bang!"

Then there was a "click" sound.

With a loud "bang", the waning moon was smashed into pieces by a punch.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, the sect leader looked overjoyed.

"Hahahaha....., you, Daoist friend, actually want to resist our sect's formation by yourself. You are too naive."

"If you leave now, our sect will pretend that this incident never happened."

"how?"

Yuehua sneered, "Ant, you want to live?"

This undoubtedly means a situation of a fight to the death.

As a powerful mid-stage Xuanxian, he is also blessed with formations.

Even if Yuehua is a powerful Xuanxian who has reached the great perfection, he has no chance of breaking through his sect's formation.

Moreover, after the attack just now, he could feel that Yuehua's cultivation level was most likely in the late stage of Xuanxian.

This made the sect leader even more angry. Lingshan Sect was actually attacked by a late Xuanxian.

"Young man, if I hadn't been concerned about the power behind you, I wouldn't have allowed you to be so arrogant!"

What responded to him was still a sword light.

"Good! Very good!" The sect leader's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "If that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Heaven-Slaying Sword! Kill!"

The giant fist quickly transformed into a huge immortal sword and slashed down towards Yuehua.

"The fading moon and frosty light." Yuehua opened her red lips slightly, and the Frost Moon Sword in her hand slashed out a ray of white light.

It looks like a silver-white thread floating towards the sky.

Wherever the silk thread passed, it left behind waves of cold air.

As the two watched, the giant sword and the silk thread touched each other, but there was no loud noise.

I saw the silk thread quickly wrapped around the sword, circle after circle, as if endless.

And accompanied by a slight sound of freezing.

Wherever the silk threads were entangled, a thick layer of ice formed.

In just a moment, the giant sword was completely wrapped by the silk thread.

The entire giant sword turned silver-white, frozen in mid-air, emitting bursts of cold air.

"How is that possible!"

The clan leader was horrified, staring at the giant sword with wide eyes in disbelief.

"How is it possible! How could you possibly do that?!"

However, Yuehua did not answer, but just uttered the word "broken" calmly.

"Crack!" A crack appeared on the ice sword.

The cracks continued to grow larger, and finally spread across the entire sword.

"Bang!"

A dull sound was heard, and the giant sword shattered into countless ice chips and flew out in all directions.

Just before hitting the ground, the ice chips quickly disappeared as if they had never appeared.

Yuehua, who had unleashed this attack, had a pale face and her breath was noticeably fluctuating.

Obviously, this attack consumed a lot of her energy.

The giant sword was broken, and sounds of vomiting blood were heard from within the Lingshan Sect.

The backlash of this formation caused serious injuries to the disciples of Lingshan Sect.

Those with weaker cultivation levels fainted directly.

As the master of the formation, the backlash was even more severe and he was seriously injured.

Yuehua looked at the formation shield. Although its power was much weaker than before, she had launched a powerful attack.

If the consumption continues, this small sect will not be wiped out.

This also made her realize that it would be difficult for her to fight against a small sect alone with her own strength.

After a little thought, Yuehua flipped her left hand and a small flag appeared in her hand.

This is the formation-breaking flag given to her by her second senior sister, and now is a good time to test its power.

Yuehua made a hand gesture and the formation-breaking flag in front of her suddenly moved without wind.

"go."

At a command, the formation-breaking flag immediately flew over Lingshan Sect.

Then a red light lit up, and a magic circle with a radius of three meters appeared at the bottom of the formation-breaking flag.

Immediately afterwards, countless silk threads shot out from the formation and quickly pierced into the protective shield below.

In just a moment, the protective shield was surrounded by crisscrossing silk threads.

Under the sect leader's puzzled gaze, the silk thread glowed with a faint red light, as if it was extracting something.

"Not good!" The sect leader's face changed drastically.

"Quickly increase the spiritual power input!"

The sect leader had no other choice. If he stopped inputting spiritual power, the protective shield would disappear.

By then, his disciples will become lambs to be slaughtered, and even he himself will be no exception.

Now we can only pin our hopes on the fact that this formation-breaking flag has limited capacity and cannot absorb too much.

After all, the other party is just a Xuanxian, and the grade of the formation-breaking flag should not be too high.

As the spiritual power was continuously drained, the sect leader's face became increasingly ugly.

It took such a long time but it still hasn't been fully absorbed, which means that the grade of this formation-breaking flag is definitely terrifyingly high!

"Fellow Daoist, what did our sect do wrong that you would come to kill us all?"

"Ants don't deserve to live." Yuehua said coldly.

In fact, she could have let the formation-breaking flag instantly drain the formation, but she didn't do it.

She wanted to see these people who had defiled her go from hope to despair, from joy to fear.

Then she killed him with one sword!

Survival of the fittest. If anyone is to blame, blame those disciples. They should never have put their feet in the lake.

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