Chapter 411 Wanhua Sword Formation
"kill!"
After Ning Daoran gave the order, dozens of Grade A paper figures comparable to the late Jindan period were the first to charge into the Sangyu Kingdom's fleet. Where the magic power shone, energy burst out one after another, and even many warships were vulnerable and directly torn apart by the magic power. The screams of the monks came one after another! Each Grade A paper figure was comparable to the late Jindan period. In the Sangyu Kingdom, it was also the ancestor of a major sect. Its combat power was extremely impressive, and ordinary monks could never resist it! In addition, hundreds of Grade B paper figures comparable to the middle Jindan period were rampant. For a time, a storm was set off in the Sangyu Kingdom's monk army, and countless monks were killed without knowing why!
“Why…why is this happening!?”
An old Taoist priest from the late Jindan stage of the Sangyu Kingdom rose up with a blood-red flag in his hand. He looked at the battle below and said with a sullen face, "Where on earth did this group of cultivators come from, and why are they so powerful?"
“Ancestor!”
In the water, a figure in the middle stage of foundation building shouted loudly, and in the blink of an eye, he was pushed into the water and beaten to death by a Grade B paper man.
"Asshole!"
The old Taoist screamed, waved the bloody banner in his hand wildly towards the three first-class paper figures not far away, and shouted: "Look at my Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner! Three Taoist friends, how about turning into a wisp of Taoist soul for me!?"
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner was waving wildly, and wisps of blood-colored air waves were rapidly surging in the air. Suddenly, the three Class A paper figures trembled all over, and then they didn't seem to feel anything special.
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner wavered for a long time, and several first-class paper figures were still standing in the same place, without making any movement. Ning Daoran had only injected a little bit of their spirit into them, and he was unable to withdraw it at all.
"How is it possible? Don't they have souls?"
The old Taoist was full of suspicion, and then he was surrounded by a group of first-class paper figures. All kinds of spells were cast and they attacked and killed him from all directions!
“Ancestor!”
On a spirit boat, countless young cultivators shouted loudly, but they could not enter the circle of fighting. The terrifying spiritual pressure of the late Jindan stage was overwhelming and crushing them wantonly. The cultivators below the Jindan stage could not get close at all.
So, a group of people watched helplessly as their ancestor was torn into pieces by a group of first-class paper men, and even his head was twisted off. Before the ancestor died, he looked determined and cast a spell into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner turned into countless blood-red dust and swept across. One of the first-class paper figures swayed with holes all over his body, and had been killed. He turned lightly into a paper figure full of holes and fell into the sea.
"What!?"
A family head of the Sangyu Kingdom who was in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm was horrified: "It's just a paper figure?"
"not good!"
Another mid-stage Jindan Sect Master roared, "It is said that Xia Country's old demon Jianjia has a knack for making paper figures. Not only are those paper figures indistinguishable from real ones, they also have extremely strong combat power. These suddenly appearing Jindans are all made by the old demon Jianjia, if nothing unexpected happens. This damn demon is so cruel and ruthless, it's really hateful!"
"hateful!!!"
A group of young monks from Sangyu Kingdom echoed loudly, but it was of no use, the paper figures were still wreaking havoc.
"Retreat for a while, and ask Yuanying Patriarch to take action!"
Suddenly, the army of monks from the Sangyu Kingdom that was besieging Liuhua Island retreated slightly. Soon after, several Nascent Soul auras swept in. One Nascent Soul mid-stage and two Nascent Soul early-stage, their figures flashed in the clouds. In a blink of an eye, several blood-colored palm prints and several magic weapons swept across the sky and earth, directly strangling several Grade A paper figures! Although these Grade A paper figures are extremely powerful, they will basically be killed within three or five moves if they face the Nascent Soul stage. After all, their foundation is not deep enough, and they are not equipped with magic weapons or spiritual tools.
"Disperse!"
Ning Daoran sat on the top of the mountain. He raised his hand and pointed lightly, and a bunch of paper people scattered in all directions.
Even if these paper figures die, their deaths must be meaningful. It is meaningless to die in a head-on fight with the Yuanying monsters, so take the Yuanying monsters around and make them run around tired, and kill more Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages of the Sangyu Kingdom at the same time. This is the kingly way on the battlefield.
As a result, the battle situation on Liuhua Island became more chaotic due to the addition of a large number of paper men, but there was no doubt that the situation was turning in favor of the Xia Kingdom. A large number of elite monks sent by the Sangyu Kingdom were strangled by the paper men, and the country was constantly falling behind in the number and quality of the monk army.
…
Half a month later.
After a long and fierce battle, both sides fought for every inch of land near Liuhua Island. The battle was a constant tug of war. The wharf and the spiritual field on the east side changed hands repeatedly. Both sides continued to advance with formations, and it was impossible to determine the winner for a while.
Late at night, in the cave on the main peak.
Ning Daoran, dressed in a long gown, made tea and entertained several Nascent Soul cultivators.
Lin Tiannan, Qixing Zhenjun, and Lingfu Zhenjun, three people in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, had been fighting for several days. Their magic power was severely depleted and they all needed rest.
The situation of True Lord Liuyun was not good either. Several times when he set up the formation, he was attacked by several Yuanying stage warriors from the other side. He even almost lost his life once.
"Island owner."
Outside, a cultivator from the Xia Kingdom came over and said, "Nian Wuya from the Wanhua Sword Sect wants to see you."
"oh?"
Ning Daoran had some impression of Nian Wuya, and said, "Please ask him to come in."
"yes!"
After a moment, a handsome figure stepped into the cave. It was none other than Nian Wuya, a true disciple of Wanhua Sword Sect. He had the aura of a late Jindan stage. After obtaining the Ten Thousand Year Old Golden Silk Bamboo last time, it was obvious that his cultivation had become even more profound, and he was only one step away from Nascent Soul stage.
"Meet some seniors!"
Nian Wuya saluted one by one, then bowed to Ning Daoran and said with a smile: "Friend Ning Daoran, long time no see!"
At this time, it was no longer a secret that Jianjia Sanren was Ning Daoran, and Nian Wuya had naturally heard the news as well.
Ning Daoran smiled and clasped his fists: "Friend Nian, long time no see."
"This time, Nian, under the order of the master, led his fellow apprentices to help in the battle, a total of more than 400 people. There is a secret method in our Wanhua Sword Sect that every 72 people can form a Wanhua Sword Formation, so we can condense five sword formations. These five sword formations can be placed in any battlefield. Please arrange them, seniors. We, the disciples of the Wanhua Sword Sect, are willing to fight for the Xia Kingdom's immortal cultivation world and would rather die than regret it!"
"good!"
Lin Tiannan said with admiration, "My dear Nian, please step aside and rest first. Let us discuss and fight again tomorrow."
"yes!"
Nian Wuya turned and left.
Ning Daoran gave a look and asked Huang Yiyi to arrange a cave for Nian Wuya and the disciples of Wanhua Sword Sect to rest.
…
In front of the sand table, Seven Stars True Lord walked slowly and said, "The Wanhua Sword Formation of the Wanhua Sword Sect is unparalleled in the world. It is said that each sword formation is led by seven Jindan sword cultivators, and the rest are at least late foundation building sword cultivators. Once the sword formation is in operation, it can even fight against Yuanying stage cultivators head-on."
He raised his eyebrows slightly: "If that's the case, our chances of winning tomorrow's battle will be even greater."
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Lin Tiannan stood up, raised his hand and shot out a beam of magic power, which landed on five locations on Liuhua Island. He said, "Distribute the five sword formations of Wanhua Sword Sect to these five locations. What do you think?"
"Can."
True Lord Lingfu and True Lord Liuyun nodded in unison.
Only Ning Daoran frowned and said, "Senior Lin, I think we can slightly move them back half a mile..."
The position given by Lin Tiannan was too forward. In fact, it was equivalent to letting the five Wanhua Sword Sects go to the battlefield and act as the frontier fortress of the Xia Kingdom's immortal cultivation world, attracting the opponent's Nascent Soul stage to attack. In this way, Nian Wuya and others would suffer serious losses.
The Wanhua Sword Sect came all the way to help, and used them as cannon fodder, which ultimately made them feel guilty.
"good."
Lin Tiannan smiled slightly: "Then let's follow Young Friend Ning's suggestion and ask them to retreat half a mile. However, we cannot delay the battle tomorrow. The monks of Sangyu Country are already at the end of their strength. We will take the initiative to attack and force them to retreat. After this battle, we can ensure peace on the border for fifty years."
Everyone nodded.
…
The next morning.
When the sky in the east began to turn pale, dull sounds of artillery fire were heard outside. The more than one hundred spiritual cannons mounted on the cliffs of Liuhua Island began to fire again, but the frequency was much lower than half a month ago, with only one cannon shot every few dozen breaths. The consumption of spiritual stones was too severe, and even the foundation of Kunpeng Immortal City could not hold on.
“Kill the enemy!”
Above the clouds, the figures of four Yuanying stage masters stood proudly.
Lin Tiannan drew his sword and pointed towards the east, and the Xia country's army of monks launched another attack.
Above the East China Sea, many spirit boats of the Sangyu Kingdom were arranged in a formation of iron chains connecting the boats. Countless cultivators took off into the air and launched another fierce attack on Liuhua Island.
For a moment, the two sides were fighting each other, just like before.
“Boom boom boom~~~”
Suddenly, wisps of sword light shot up into the sky!
At the five frontier positions of Liuhua Island, wisps of rich sword intent rose up and instantly condensed into five powerful sword formations, which were like five giant pillars that fixed the battlefield and made it impossible for the army of monks of Sangyu Kingdom to advance any further.
"Ten Thousand Sword Formation?!"
In the distance, Purple Flame Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and said, "Humph, the sword cultivators of Wanhua Sword Sect are so nosy. They are far away in the western border of Xia Country and are actually wading into this muddy water. Well, let them suffer a little! Fellow Daoists, take action!"
In an instant, Dongfang Yuntou pressed down, and several Yuanyings of Sangyu Kingdom made their moves one by one. Suddenly, countless sword lights, magic weapons, and fairy lights fell from the sky, smashing down on the five Wanhua Sword Sects with a loud bang, constantly shaking this large formation condensed by flesh, blood, and sword intent.
For a moment, countless cultivators who formed the sword formation gritted their teeth and held on. Some of the weaker foundation-building sword cultivators turned pale, and some even had blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.
A Wanhua Sword Sect formed by 72 people can resist the Nascent Soul stage. This is just what people say, but when the sword formation is really directly attacked by a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator like the Purple Flame Demon Lord, the damage that all the sword cultivators who make up the sword formation have to endure can naturally be imagined!
"Junior brother, junior sister, hold on!"
Nian Wuya stood at the forefront of a sword formation, holding a sword. He bore the greatest impact, but he didn't care. He suddenly raised his hand and a huge sword light flew straight to the distant clouds! "How brave!"
A cultivator of the early Nascent Soul stage from the Sangyu Kingdom brought down his palm, shattering the sword light, and his body trembled slightly.
…
"Go to battle!"
Lin Tiannan flicked his sleeves and attacked together with the Seven Stars True Lord and the Lingfu True Lord. At that moment, all the people of the Xia country moved forward together, and the five Wanhua sword formations that stretched across the ground also moved forward together, directly attacking the opponent's ship formation!
(End of this chapter)