But surprisingly, the subtle differences in their hand gestures didn't bring any disadvantages. As they performed the hand gestures, dreamlike halos appeared around them, and a mysterious rhythm appeared within them. Then, the entire world was drawn to the rhythm and began to follow suit.
"Innate magical powers!" Mu Hanyan finally reacted. The innate magical powers of these two people must be related to the formation. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a third-level swordsman to perform such an incredible yet exquisite hand gesture, and it would be even more impossible to cause the rhythm of heaven and earth.
"This should be the magical power of the divine protection formation. There shouldn't be any accidents, right?" The follower behind Han Yutang said worriedly.
"No matter how powerful the divine guardian formations are, they are not the real divine guardians. They have only awakened a little bit of their bloodline. It's not that easy to break my Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Formation." Han Yutang said proudly with a conceited look on his face. He put his hands behind his back and pretended to be an old man.
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu shouted softly and simultaneously launched the final move.
In the open space of the valley, over a hundred feet wide, in front of Holy Sword Peak, the shadow of a massive formation loomed, its unique aura surging towards them. Two brilliant beams of light shot out from Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu's hands, like two multicolored swords slashing towards the center of the formation, clearly intent on forcibly breaking it.
Everyone's heart was in turmoil. No matter what conflicts Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe had had before, when facing foreign aggression, they were ultimately a team, and they would prosper together and suffer together.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, two colorful sword beams slashed into the formation, and a sound like thunder was heard.
However, the formation did not move at all. An invisible shock wave bounced back violently. Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu groaned and flew up as if they were hit by a huge rock.
Two companions who had just reached the early stage of great swordsmanship flew up to catch them, but were also shocked and flew backwards.
"Puff" As soon as they landed on the ground, the four of them spat out blood at the same time and their faces turned pale.
"Hahahaha, I thought the descendants of God's Guardian were so powerful, but it turns out they are all losers. With such little ability, they actually want to break my Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Formation. They are overestimating themselves!" Han Yutang laughed wildly again.
Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu were filled with shame. Although their bloodlines had been awakened and they had comprehended their innate magical powers, the time was still short and they had not yet fully understood the mystery. Moreover, they were limited by their own strength and could not fully display the mystery. Facing such a formation, they were completely powerless and could only allow themselves to be humiliated by the other party.
The other descendants of the God's Guardian had angry expressions on their faces, and some even drew their swords.
"What? You want to fight to the death just because you can't break my formation? Even if you fight to the death, you may not be my opponent." Han Yutang said as he released his aura and pressure.
A peak Great Sword Master! And he was even stronger than the average peak Great Sword Master. He was only one step away from becoming a Sword Saint. It was no exaggeration to say he was a Half Saint.
The person who had already drawn his sword slowly put it back. Except for Mu Hanyan, no one present was a match for Han Yutang. Fighting him would only bring humiliation upon themselves.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. I've already said that I'm not here to fight with you. I just want to see how capable you are. As long as you can break my formation, not only can you reach the Holy Sword Peak, I will also apologize to you. Of course, even if you can't break it, I won't make things difficult for you. Look, I've already left a path for you over there." Han Yutang waved his hand, pointed with a wicked smile.
On the small slope on one side of the valley, there was a round hole with a diameter of about one foot, like a dog hole.
"As long as you go in from there, you can still reach the Holy Sword Peak. It will just be a little more troublesome to get in and out." Han Yutang said seriously.
Behind him, all the disciples of the Holy Court laughed wildly.
"Han Yutang, don't go too far!" Zhuang Ping'an, Sang Qinghe and others shouted angrily.
"I am not bullying you. I am just testing your strength. I thought that since Lord Saint valued you so much, you must have some abilities. I didn't expect you to be so weak after the test. It is really disappointing. Why don't you go to Lord Saint and cry a few words to him? With Lord Saint's supreme cultivation, he can break my formation with just a finger, and you can naturally pass through unimpeded." Han Yutang sneered loudly.
Zhuang Ping'an, Sang Qinghe and others were so angry that they were shaking all over. Han Yutang was only seventeen or eighteen years old, younger than most of them. He did not take any action, but just set up a formation to make things difficult for them. If they could not break the formation, they could only blame themselves for their incompetence. If they went to find the Holy Lord, he would certainly stand up for them and might even scold Han Yutang severely.
But this is like two children fighting. One is bullied by the child younger than him and has no power to fight back. He has no choice but to go to the other's elders to cry and complain. It is a shameful thing no matter how you look at it. How can they have the face to stay in the Holy Court, and how can they have the face to go to Beiyuan Beiyuan?
"Hmph, since the Holy See is so unwilling to tolerate us, we'll just leave." A young man said angrily.
The others did not agree. They could see that the Holy Court did not have no room for them, and the Lord Saint still had high hopes for them. It was just that some of the Holy Court disciples of similar age were jealous of them. They just left like that, their faces shrouded in darkness, becoming a laughing stock.
But what should they do if they don't leave? Even the two great swordsmen Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe, and the two companions Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu who have mastered the magical power of formations are helpless in the face of the Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Formation. What else can they do? They can't really crawl through that dog hole.
Everyone's gaze subconsciously turned towards Mu Hanyan. At this moment, they couldn't help but recall the legends surrounding her, as well as the stunning sword strike she'd used to defeat Wei Xiaotian. Only she could possibly break this formation and save everyone's face.
Noticing everyone's gaze, Mu Hanyan showed a barely perceptible smile.
Just when I was worrying about not having the opportunity to establish my authority, someone came to my door. It was really a blessing from heaven.
"As long as I can break this formation, will you apologize?" Mu Hanyan took two steps forward and said to Han Yutang.
"That requires you to have the ability." Han Yutang looked at Mu Hanyan with contempt.
With his cultivation comparable to that of a Sword Saint, he could at least see Mu Hanyan's strength. Anyone else would be surprised and at the same time intimidated by Mu Hanyan's cultivation at such a young age. However, he, being of similar age yet already a Semi-Saint, completely ignored her.
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