"You, outsider, you..." The young patriarch looked shaky, and the tribesmen behind him rushed forward and protected him in the center. One of them took out a few fruits the size of a fingernail and stuffed them into the young patriarch's mouth.

"Battle formation!" The native guarding beside the young chief suddenly opened his mouth and roared.

Like ghosts, the remaining seven or eight Xianyuan natives moved quickly like the wind, gathered together, and formed a semicircular battle formation.

They seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and their every move exuded a fierce fighting spirit. Everyone stood straight, staring forward, with their muscles tensed, revealing an unstoppable force.

Their movements were like weaving an invisible net, tightly enclosing the surrounding space. Each native was transformed into a warrior, exuding innate courage and fearlessness. Their bodies seemed to be dyed red by the hot blood of war, and every drop of sweat seemed to contain endless fighting spirit.

The moment the battle formation was formed, the entire battlefield seemed to fall into silence. Xu Feng frowned slightly. He vaguely felt that the seven or eight people in front of him seemed to have gathered their strength into one, and a layer of transparent defensive energy also emerged on the surface of their bodies.

The strongest native stood in the front, his eyes were firm, staring at Xu Feng, as if he was looking at a ferocious prey. He stretched out his hands, tightly grasped the seemingly simple weapons in his hands, and felt the power they brought.

"bloody battle!"

The leading native raised the bronze spear in his hand and roared;

"Bloody battle!" His companions behind him also roared in response. For a moment, everyone's momentum reached its peak. "Battle formation?" Xu Feng smiled and whispered to himself, "As for formations, I also know a thing or two!"

The next moment, Xu Feng's real world domain slowly expanded. In the domain, a deep night sky appeared before his eyes, with twinkling stars, like a black sky curtain dotted with thousands of diamonds. Thirty-six stars emitted dazzling light, and they moved slowly in the sky, like dancing elves.

There was a strong murderous aura in the sky, as if the entire universe was shrouded in a bloody atmosphere.

"Small Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation - Destroy!"

Xu Feng murmured softly, his voice like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a phoenix, echoing throughout the entire area.

As he called, four mythical beasts suddenly emerged from the void. A giant dragon circled in the sky, making a deafening roar; a phoenix spread its wings and flew high, emitting blazing flames; a huge turtle opened its mouth and let out a heavy roar; and a winged white tiger flashed with magical light.

These four mythical beasts, distributed in all directions, make the entire area seem to be plunged into a sacred atmosphere with their majesty and mystery.

"Let's see whether your battle formation is stronger or my small Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation is stronger!" Xu Feng said with a smile.

As soon as the Small Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation appeared, the natives of the Immortal Garden on the opposite side all showed expressions of fear on their faces. Even the battle formation that had just been formed became unstable, and the aura began to become chaotic.

This fear seemed to be engraved into every cell of their body and into their DNA. Even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, this fear would not disappear, and would not be changed by human will! The next moment, the thirty-six stars in the universe instantly burst into dazzling brilliance, like a string of twinkling meteors across the night sky. They shone with mysterious light, like the favor of the gods, and it was impossible to ignore them in an instant. These stars rushed towards the battle formation of the Xianyuan natives like rockets, making a deafening roar, as if the power of the universe gathered here.

The moment the star beams came into contact with the indigenous battle formation, a deafening roar erupted, and the once indestructible battle formation instantly collapsed, as if it had encountered an irresistible natural enemy. Even the domain power of a domain-level expert could not gain the slightest advantage in front of the indigenous battle formation. However, in front of the domain skills displayed by Xu Feng, this seemingly indestructible battle formation seemed as fragile as paper.

Even Xu Feng couldn't believe what he saw. He thought it would be a tough battle, but he didn't expect...

After thirty-six blows, all the indigenous tribe members on the battlefield were wiped out. Only the young patriarch was protected by the battle formation and survived. However, he was in a more miserable state than before. His immortal bronze armor was already tattered and had lost its original strong defensive ability. It was like a piece of powerless scrap iron hanging on his body.

The young chief of the indigenous tribe was lying on the ground, his face up. Although he was protected by the battle formation and the immortal bronze armor, he was already seriously injured. He stared at the sky with absent-minded eyes and muttered to himself: "The Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation of the Upper Clan... Could it be that the Upper Clan is also returning?"

The next moment, a shadow blocked his sight, and Xu Feng was corroding the young indigenous chief with a bird's head and a human body, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Tell me everything about the Small Zhoutian Star Fighting Array, and I might be able to spare your life!" Xu Feng stared at him and said coldly.

The young chief of the indigenous tribe looked at Xu Feng and suddenly laughed, coughing up blood and laughing: "It turns out that you didn't inherit the upper tribe at all. You are just a thief like us, hahahaha..."

The laughter gradually stopped, and the young indigenous chief quickly turned into a corpse, but he still had a strange and crazy laugh on his face.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Xu Feng bent down and snatched the bronze sword from the young patriarch's hand. Looking at the cracks all over the blade, Xu Feng frowned and carefully checked the properties. Sure enough, this was a one-handed sword of the lower grade of the immortal rank. It was a pity that it was already in tatters and its durability had even dropped to 1 point. In order to repair it, three special immortal rank materials were needed, and a caster with the title of grandmaster was also needed to repair it.

“What a pity…”

Xu Feng couldn't help but sigh and was about to throw it away, but he seemed to have thought of something and put this immortal-grade bronze sword, which could no longer be used, into the space package.

"This sword may be worthless to me, but it may have some research value to those forgers..." Xu Feng thought to himself, "If I meet Zhao Ruhai again in the future, I can give him this broken fairy-level one-handed sword..."

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I think I have written 4,000 words today. I took a nap at noon.