"clang!"
Bai Ying spun around and drew her sword, the longsword drawing a full moon-like arc in front of her.
The sword blade collided with the six treasures, unleashing a deafening roar, and the violent surge of spiritual energy tore the ground within a hundred feet to shreds.
Whenever she locked onto one person and launched a fatal blow, the other six would coordinate perfectly. A barrage of sword light and talismans rained down, forcing her to repeatedly retreat and defend.
These people tried to join forces and form a killing formation several times, but they failed because of Bai Ying's powerful offensive.
The situation became tense for a moment.
"Heh..." Bai Ying's lips curled up slightly, a sly glint in her eyes.
Do you want to set up a killing formation?
Just what she wanted!
She deliberately slowed her sword strikes by a fraction, and her breathing became rapid and disordered.
The figure, seemingly retreating in a disheveled manner, actually etched the trajectory of the seven people's spiritual energy and the flaws in their moves into its divine sense with each turn.
"Everyone, now's the time! Form the Seven Deadly Dragon-Trapping Formation!" The gray-robed elder suddenly roared, his whisk exploding with thousands of silver threads, each wrapped with sealing runes. The seven Nascent Soul cultivators instantly stepped onto the Seven Stars, their footwork perfectly aligned with the celestial constellations. The purple-robed cultivator summoned his natal golden core, suspending it above his head, while the other six bit their tongues, spitting out blood essence that condensed into seven blood-red talismans in the air.
"Qian is Heaven, Kun is Earth, Zhen is Thunder, Xun is Wind." The seven chanted in unison, the sound waves causing leaves to fall from trees within a ten-mile radius. Seven golden rays shot up from the tops of their heads, weaving into a sky-covering net. Within the array's patterns, seven five-clawed golden dragons could be faintly seen swimming, each scale inscribed with ancient demon-sealing incantations. As the array completely closed, a giant yin-yang symbol appeared on the ground, firmly locking Bai Ying within its center.
As the golden array crashed down, the entire valley trembled. As the array patterns flowed, seven golden dragon phantoms could be vaguely seen moving along the array walls, their roars causing the surrounding rocks to tumble down.
Outside the formation, the purple-robed cultivator stroked his beard and laughed: "No matter how exceptional your talent, once you enter my Seven Deadly Dragon-Trapping Formation..."
His laughter suddenly caught in his throat.
Because the white firefly in the center of the formation suddenly raised its head.
On that pale face, a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
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