Chapter 288: Encirclement and control of the battle rhythm! 【1/4, please subscribe
Chapter 288: Encirclement and control of the battle rhythm! 【14, please subscribe】
In fact, it starts from the moment you step into the Sanxiufang Street
Wei Han had already noticed something was wrong.
Since he was busy killing monsters and gaining merit tonight, he didn't pay much attention to the situation here. He took some time to contact the gold-eating ants that were secretly placed in various places to keep watch, and he roughly understood what was going on.
At this moment, dozens of people were hiding in Duan Tianhe's small courtyard!
There are also many people hiding in the surrounding taverns, streets and alleys.
At this time, Wei Hanruo didn't know what was going on. He was really a fool, so he spoke rudely to Duan Tianhe and even made some sarcastic remarks.
“Hahaha!” Luo Tianxiong led his men out of the yard and said with a frank smile, “I’ve known for a long time that Fellow Daoist Dian is quite capable, but I didn’t expect his sense of touch to be so sharp. I really admire him!”
"Fellow Daoist Dian, I'm sorry!" Duan Tianhe looked embarrassed, and realized that his little thoughts had been exposed in front of others, so he simply stopped hiding it.
Although the two were neighbors and drinking buddies, they had drunk together all night long and helped each other, so their relationship was quite good.
But now we have different ideas and cannot work together!
Maybe it was Luo Tianxiong’s coercion or inducement, or maybe it was some other reason.
In the end, Duan Tianhe chose to stand against Wei Han. His greetings just now were actually just an attempt to paralyze him.
"Hehe!" Wei Han was not angry. He even allowed the people brought by Luo Tianxiong to surround the street and witness them setting up the formation with his own eyes.
"You are so brave. You are still calm at this time. We have a remarkable person in our street." Luo Tianxiong clapped his hands with a smile and asked, "I just want to ask one question now. Did my three brothers die in the hands of fellow Taoists? I hope you can give me a definite answer!"
"That's right!" Wei Han shrugged and admitted, "Three people did break into my mansion a few days ago, and they suffered a lot before they died. I'm really sorry!"
“Hehehe!”
Luo Tianxiong's eyes suddenly became gloomy.
He narrowed his eyes, and a terrifying murderous intent emanated from him.
It was like an angry lion, ready to pounce and kill immediately.
"Okay, very good!" Luo Tianxiong grinned and said, "I don't care who you are or how strong you are. I ask you to die here today to preserve our brotherhood. Also, don't blame Fellow Daoist Duan. He was just forced by me. Now, please get going!"
"Go on the road? Talk about it if you have the ability!"
Wei Han laughed in silence, not caring at all about the other party's harsh words.
It is still unknown who will send whom off. With such a small number of people, do you really think you can stop him by setting up a large formation? How ridiculous!
"kill!"
Luo Tianxiong was too lazy to talk any more and raised his hand and waved it violently.
The huge formation set up on the street in the market started to work in an instant.
It is neither a sword formation nor an attack formation, but a first-order advanced siege formation - the Water and Wood Trapped Dragon Formation.
Luo Tianxiong should have a formation master under his command.
This formation was cleverly arranged, forming a huge cage that tightly trapped the world. The huge noise frightened all the wandering cultivators on the street so much that they couldn't help but become panic-stricken!
Lu Yan also noticed the movement and found something was wrong!
He walked out of the courtyard in shock and stood side by side with Wei Han. He knew what had happened with a glance and couldn't help but angrily said, "Damn you, Duan Tianhe, you dared to sell us out?"
"Friend Lu, I'm sorry. I'll pay you two back in my next life!" Duan Tianhe's face turned cold and he stopped talking nonsense. He gritted his teeth and attacked the two of them.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Inside the formation, more than a hundred independent cultivators used their flying swords to attack from all directions. The dense sword lights frightened Lu Yan so much that his scalp went numb.
"retreat!"
Wei Han raised his hand and threw Lu Yan back to his own yard.
He then waved his hand and released seven first-stage mid-stage Feihong swords. They appeared behind him in unison, instantly splitting into thousands of sword lights, and the next moment they rushed towards the surrounding flying swords.
“Ding ding ding!”
Thousands of sword lights fought frantically in the formation.
Wei Han fought with hundreds of people alone with his sword and did not lose.
Although these people did not burst out with their full strength and their strengths were uneven, there were at least more than a hundred of them. Who would have thought that with such a huge disparity in numbers, they still couldn't defeat Wei Han.
"This? How is this possible?" Duan Tianhe was dumbfounded in shock.
He had always thought that this little brother was just an insignificant low-level cultivator. Who could have imagined that his strength would explode, and his spiritual energy would be as surging as a raging storm, not inferior to an ordinary ninth-level Qi training cultivator.
Moreover, this kind of swordsmanship is so superb that it is comparable to divine skills!
All of a sudden, everyone looked as vulnerable as ants.
How could Duan Tianhe accept such a contrast? He inexplicably felt that he seemed to have made a wrong choice.
"Master level of the Light Splitting and Shadow Transforming Sword Art. Who is this Dian? No, no, no, I'm afraid his name is fake. What on earth is he trying to do hiding in Xishan City?"
"Haha, never mind. Since you killed my brother, you must be buried with him!"
"How can I allow others to snore beside my bed? If you hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't want to make an enemy of you, but you just don't know what's good for you!"
Luo Tianxiong murmured with a cold laugh, raised his hand and brought out three ghost-head swords!
These were three first-grade magic weapons. They were incredibly fast, carrying eerie black smoke that shook off hundreds of sword lights, and the next moment they madly slashed towards Wei Han.
"Oh!"
Wei Han sneered disdainfully and pointed casually.
The Light-Splitting and Shadow-Transforming Sword condensed into a sword dragon, which easily circled around him and blocked all attacks. No matter how hard Luo Tianxiong attacked, he could not get close to him at all.
This is the first-level peak sword technique!
Even many disciples of the Immortal Sect did not have the opportunity to practice the treasured techniques passed down.
How could he be compared with these independent cultivators who only had a rudimentary inheritance? So even if he was fighting one against a hundred, Wei Han would not be at a disadvantage at all. This was the gap between the disciples of a major sect and the independent cultivators.
"What exactly is your identity?" Luo Tianxiong asked tentatively with a flickering look in his eyes: "Why not reveal a few things? Perhaps there is still room for easing the tension today."
"Slow down, you uncle, die!" Wei Han grinned fiercely, rushed into the crowd and started killing people.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
The fierce sword light instantly broke through the defensive magic weapons of more than a dozen people.
The sword slashed across their bodies so quickly and fiercely that they didn't even have time to scream before they were cut into seventy or eighty pieces and fell in a pool of blood.
“Die, die, die!”
Wei Han became more and more excited as he killed more people.
He grinned crazily, controlling the flying sword to attack, while moving through the crowd as fast as a ghost, and occasionally attacking the panicked crowd.
The rhythm of battle must always be in your own hands!
Wei Han, a fellow martial artist, would naturally not sit still and wait for death.
He was wearing seven layers of elephant armor, and his fists were like cannonballs, smashing one shield-shaped magic weapon after another with a force of millions of pounds.
Once he gets close to a cultivator below the ninth level of Qi training, he will be as fragile as a chick. His protective shield will be blown apart with one punch, and his brains will be blown out in the next moment!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
A series of loud explosions threw the entire formation into chaos.
In just a few breaths, more than ten people were killed on the spot by Wei Han. This brutal and devilish method frightened everyone present.
(End of this chapter)
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