President's bodyguard

The level of the formation that traps everyone is basically around the peak of the fourth level. For those who are above the strength of crossing the catastrophe, there is basically no problem, but for those who have half-stepped through the catastrophe or those who are in the late stage of Mahayana, it is a little difficult , but if you are lucky and your strength is strong enough, you can basically succeed.

After this round, people below the late stage of Mahayana are basically eliminated. This is also the purpose of Tianshan. Those whose strength is below Mahayana.

With the passage of time, Chen Mu, Bai Bingning, Lian Chengao, Yuan Mang and others also broke through the formation one after another.

Bai Bingning was the fifth to succeed. After getting the fifth token, she has been paying attention to Wang Huai there.

However, it seemed that Wang Huai, who was trapped in the formation, didn't seem to have made any progress, and he didn't even attack the formation. Instead, he sat cross-legged and seemed to be thinking.

"What the hell is this guy doing?" Bai Bingning was a little puzzled.

"What's wrong with Wang Huai? Why isn't he moving yet?" On the spectator stage, Gu Changsheng and the others were also a little puzzled.

"Boy, if there is no accident, you should have been tricked. Others' formations are at the peak of the fourth level, but yours is at the sixth level." In the sea of ​​consciousness, Brother Pingtou laughed.

"Looking at your expression, do you seem very happy?" Wang Huai said speechlessly.

"It's a bit." Brother Pingtou replied, "Of course, if you really can't figure it out, I can give you some technical guidance. The sixth-level formation method doesn't seem to be difficult for me."

Wang Huai shook his head, "No, I want to play."

The sea of ​​consciousness spread out, covering the entire formation, and every divine pattern in it appeared in front of Wang Huai, but the speed was extremely fast, and the directions and angles were extremely tricky. With Wang Huai's current strength, he could not go smoothly. Take control.

"Wang Huai, with your current level of divine pattern, I'm afraid you can't handle the sixth-level formation." The little princess said, "Although there is also a sixth-level formation in the Qingming Shenwen record, you can't control it at all, and it is very possible to force it. You will be backlashed and seriously injured."

"Who said I'm going to force it with the divine pattern?"

"Then what do you want to do?" The little princess didn't understand, wouldn't it be good to let Brother Pingtou directly destroy it for you?

"I want to practice swords." Wang Huai replied.

"Practicing swords?"

Before the little princess could figure out what Wang Huai meant, she saw Wang Huai's figure flicker, and pointed the Fuxi sword in his hand towards the void.

"It's moving, Wang Huai finally moved." On the spectator stage, several people in Wenxinfang were very excited. Now, they seemed to regard Wang Huai as their representative of Wenxinfang.

"Keng"

Wang Huai's sword pointed in the air, collided with the formation, made a slight sound, and was bounced back, the entire formation didn't even shake.

"No way, the person who won the first round in the first round has only this level of strength?" Someone exclaimed.

"So it's normal for so many people to question him in the first round. Now it seems that his strength is really not that good, and his monster cores may not be very bright."

Seeing Wang Huai's performance, all kinds of doubts and ridicule slowly sounded.

"Wang Huai, what the hell are you doing?" Bai Bingning said, biting her lips. Others may not know what Wang Huai experienced in the fantasy city, but she knows best. With Wang Huai's performance at that time, his combat power will never be better than that of Wang Huai. Generally, the masters of the first stage of crossing the robbery are weak, and there shouldn't be any problem in destroying this round of formations. Why haven't they come out for so long? The sword just now seemed weak and lacking in method.

Wang Huai didn't pay attention to the gazes of those watching the battle outside. He began to dance his Fuxi sword continuously. Every time the sword was tapped, it would collide with the formation, causing a slight tremor, but nothing happened to the formation. substantial damage.

In the eyes of outsiders, he seems to be doing useless work, but only Wang Huai himself and the flat-headed brother and little princess in his sea of ​​consciousness know what Wang Huai is doing.

He is practicing sword, every time he hits the sword, the target is the divine pattern flowing on the formation. You must know that the speed of these divine patterns is several times faster than that of ordinary tribulation masters, let alone ordinary people. Hit them with a sword, and it's hard to see them.

And Wang Huai was trying. At the beginning, out of ten swords, only one or two swords could hit the divine pattern. Slowly, four or five swords were able to succeed. Even Wang Huai could rely on his own understanding of the divine pattern and combat experience. , to predict in advance the direction and position where the relevant divine patterns may appear...

However, a long time has passed, and nearly a hundred people have successfully destroyed the formation and obtained the first two hundred tokens.

Jingqiu, Jishang and others also succeeded one after another. Because Jingqiu is a divine pattern master, her grades are not bad. She got 27 tokens, while Ji Shang got [-] tokens, including the rest of them. They all succeeded one after another, except that Wang Huai was still in the formation, performing a chaotic sword dance.

"This guy, I'm afraid he is stupid." Dugu Heshan stood on the viewing platform and said with a smirk as he watched the sword-wielding Wang in the formation.

"Yeah, in the first round of the competition, I don't know what despicable means I used to get so many demon cores. I didn't expect that in the second round, my true colors were revealed. Hey, what a shame." Lian Chengao echoed.

"I ranked first in the first round. If I can't make it into the top [-] in the second round, it would be really shameful."

Not only them, but even the rest of the spectators already regarded Wang Huai as a joke at this time.

But there is a group of people who don't see it that way, those people from Tianshan, such as Ling Tian, ​​such as Tang Hongming.

Ling Tian is not a divine pattern master, but when he looked at Wang Huai in the formation, he had a strange feeling. At first, he felt that Wang Huai was dancing his sword irregularly, but slowly he realized that it didn't seem to be the case .

"Elder Tang, you arranged Wang Bad's formation, right?" Ling Tian asked.

"That's right." Tang Hongming paused.

"Did you notice anything unusual?" Ling Tian asked.

"Strange?" Tang Hongming shook his head. "It's not unusual. This Wang Huai doesn't know what he's doing, but if he can exert the power to cross the tribulation in half a step, the formation should have been broken."

"Really?" Ling Tian nodded and said nothing.

Tang Hongming looked at Wang Huai. Although he felt that something was wrong, he couldn't see the problem for a while.

"Wang Huai, time is running out. More than 160 people have already obtained tokens. If you don't go out, you may not even be eligible to enter the third round." Brother Pingtou reminded.

"Soon, it won't take much time." Wang Huai said, the movements of his hands got older and faster, and his swordsmanship became weirder and weirder.

"Ding ding ding" Now, every time he draws his sword, almost the sword is above the divine pattern. With the continuous improvement of speed and accuracy, Wang Huai seems to have entered another level. This feeling is like A new level has been touched.

"It's just a little short, where is the difference?" Wang Huai thought as he drew his sword.

Immediately after the sword came out, the shadows of the swords were connected together, and it was impossible to tell the truth from the truth. The entire formation seemed to be Wang Huai's sword.

"The sword follows the heart, the heart of the sword is clear, the sword..." Wang Huai closed his eyes.

"Om..." Several divine patterns passed through Wang Huai's head at the same time.

"whoosh"

The long sword rises, the sword shines out, very slow?No, very quickly, so fast that seven swords were fired in a row, but it was like a single sword.

"when"

The seven sword qi met the seven divine patterns at the same time, but there was only a sound of impact.

"That's how it feels..."