The return of the king of Douluo Continent

Han Yiyi's face changed drastically. When she wanted to get out of the way, she found that her whole body was surrounded by the green wind. The green wind was like a knife, and it hurt her skin.

"Palace Master, be careful!"

Blood Eleven quickly used his spiritual power and punched out.

Whizzing!

Suddenly, Qingfeng formed an array of swords and surrounded him directly in front of Blood Eleven. Under his fanatical fist, the array of swords suddenly rotated at an extremely fast speed, getting faster and faster. The spiritual power was broken.

And Blood Eleven's originally powerful fist turned into a weak one.

On the other side, Tang San's body burst out and stood on the high platform again, but the moment he fell, a dark green wind suddenly blew up behind him.

In the green wind, there was a vague force of a powerful sword.

Tang San frowned, then clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger.

"Wind-Shaped Spirit Sword Array, Master Han is really powerful!"

Tang San was extremely angry, thinking that Han Yingtian was very scheming.

This wind-shaped spiritual sword formation is a fourth-level formation. As long as it is activated, the green wind turns into a sword, which can be pushed back or defended. Even the spiritual power inspired by Huitong realm warriors can be broken at will!

The fourth-grade formation was completely comparable to the warriors in the True Yuan realm. If it were hidden in the reincarnation, Tang San would really not be able to detect it with his current realm.

Hearing Tang San directly call out the name of the formation, Han Yingtian was suddenly startled, but then he understood. Many people in Wudou Village understood the formation, but they just didn't use it often.

Han Yingtian laughed loudly, pointed at Tang San with one hand, and said angrily: "If you commit a big crime in our martial arts village, of course someone needs to make amends. Now Han Yiyi and the Bloody Eleven are trapped in the wind-shaped spiritual knife formation, If you are suffering from the pain of being dissipated by the Wind Knife, you can leave here directly, and the owner of this village will definitely not keep you!"

After saying that, Han Yingtian waved his clothes and made an invitation gesture. In that way, he was clearly asking Tang San to leave.

Everyone saw this scene and suddenly felt a burst of emotion.

"This wind-shaped spiritual sword formation is only rated as a great formation to protect the village. If you are trapped in it, there will be no bones left. Then Han Yiyi and Blood Eleven will be killed by the wind sword sooner or later!"

"At this time, it is a particularly appropriate choice for that boy to leave."

"However, with his temper, most people will choose to stay here!"

Li Cheng looked at the large formation surrounded by spiritual energy and rapidly inciting sharp spiritual energy, and a strange thought suddenly occurred in his heart.

"Isn't it really good for Han Yingtian to suppress Tang San like this?"

"If he understood Tang San's true identity, he probably wouldn't and wouldn't dare to push him to this point!"

Tang San took a deep breath, looked at Han Yingtian with a sinister smile on his face, and whispered: "If I choose to leave now,

Maybe I won’t feel at ease in the future…”

He clenched his fists, and the resentment in his heart spread infinitely, but instead, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Han Yingtian, you are just doing this to ask me to return the Blood Nether Pearl, but I think you will never have the chance to encounter the Blood Nether Pearl again in your life!"

As soon as Tang San's words came out, Han Yingtian suddenly became furious. With a wave of his hand, the green spiritual power turned into a wind blade and struck towards Tang San wildly.

boom!

Tang San stepped on his feet, his body rising in anger, and the next second, under the gaze of everyone, he actually broke into the wind-shaped spiritual knife formation.

Han Yingtian's spiritual blade struck directly on a large rock behind the high platform. In an instant, the huge rock was hit hard and exploded with a bang.

"Drink, you are so stupid. Even if I don't kill you, this formation can definitely drive your soul to pieces!" Han Yingtian laughed.

Wei Qi gradually revealed a sarcastic smile. This wind-shaped spiritual knife formation gave even warriors who had entered the True Yuan realm a headache. How could a person in the Pulse Forging realm survive!

Li Cheng watched the formation closely. Ever since Tang San entered the formation, he felt vaguely worried.

"I didn't expect that he finally chose to join the big formation. He has great courage, but lacks strength!" Many people sighed like that.

Han Yingtian turned his head and glanced at his eldest son Han Junlong, who was standing aside, and said, "Long'er, go get the Xuan Ming Mirror from the village."

Han Junlong gradually left, and after a while, he brought a small mirror of the same ancient color.

"Dad, Xuan Mingjing has been brought."

Han Yingtian took the bronze mirror from Han Junlong and swept his hand over the mirror several times to remove the dust.

"This is a spiritual treasure in my home, a middle-grade Xuan Ming Mirror on the ground level. Just by pouring spiritual power into it, we can all see everything that happens in the formation."

Everyone nodded and seemed very eager to see everything that happened in the formation.

Can that kid perform another miracle?

Han Yingtian raised his hand, and Xuan Mingjing flew out directly. When it was in the air, it was facing everyone.

Han Yingtian pointed his finger, and the magical light directly entered the Xuanming Mirror.

Immediately, some bright spots appeared on the Xuan Ming Mirror, and then the mirror surface quickly distorted, and after a while, it became bright.

The figures of Tang San and others appeared in the mirror.

At this time, he was driving in the big formation, stepping on the green wind, taking each step step by step, and paying careful attention to the surrounding situation.

Even to the outside world, one could see that Tang San was not nervous at all, and that quiet expression really made people feel extremely powerful.

Wei Qi shouted coldly, with a look of contempt on his face: "Pretend, let me see how long you can endure in this fourth-level formation!"

Han Yingtian, on the other hand, frowned and watched quietly.

In the formation, every time Tang San moved, he had to endure the pain of being dissipated by the wind of the sword, but this kind of sadness directly made him rebel.

He did not use any spiritual power, but his pure body was traveling in the wind of swords.

Because of this, you can hone your will.

Not long after, Tang San frowned, took a deep breath and said: "This is indeed a good place for body training. In just half a day here, I can definitely break through to the second level of the Diamond Scroll of the Great Thousand Light Sutra that I have practiced." The end.”

"It's just that the most important thing now is to bring Han

Yiyi and Xueyi left the siege, otherwise, they would very likely be killed by the spirit knife here. "

Expecting this, Tang San simply sat on the ground.

An invisible rotation spread, and the soul power of the spiritual realm flooded out like a tide.

After a while, I recognized a familiar spiritual power fluctuation.

Tang San immediately opened his eyes and whispered: "Wait a moment, I will come to save you!"

Bang bang!

In the wind-shaped spiritual sword formation, every time Tang San moved, his whole body would disappear like a sword.

Although this kind of sadness is not a big deal to Tang San, the galloping sword wind will actually delay his driving speed.

call out!

A green sword wind that was several feet in size came towards him. When Tang San saw it, he was still unhurried and unworried. He just raised his hand, clenched his palm into a fist, and then punched out with a bang, and the green sword wind came out with a bang. Directly connected to one place.