C551 Sect Protection Array
C551 Sect Protection Array
As disciples of a Martial Lord Level, their biggest reliance was not their own strength, but the Martial Lord in their sect. This was their glory. But now, a Martial Lord from the Falling Pavilion had fallen.
How many Martial Lord of Falling Pavilion had Han Feng killed?
This question emerged in everyone's mind. It was rumored that Han Feng had killed their Pavilion Master on the night of the Hongtian Academy siege. And now, he had killed two Astral Martial Stage elders. This was too terrifying.
"What a reckless thing! How dare you trespass our Falling Pavilion?! Are you tired of living?" A loud shout was heard, and a terrifying sound wave spread out. It caused everyone's eardrums to explode, but Han Feng continued to step forward. He was fearless, like a sharp sword, piercing through everything.
"Get the hell out here if you have the ability! Old dog of Falling Pavilion! Do you only know how to shout and shout? If that was the case, it would be reasonable if he couldn't train a decent disciple. " Han Feng spat out a cold devil voice, causing the god 's favored disciples of Falling Pavilion to feel humiliated. However, no one dared to step forward, even those arrogant god 's favored figures. None of them had the courage to stand out. To them, Han Feng was like a devil god. He was here to take their lives.
"Bastard!"
Along with a furious shout, the ground under Han Feng's feet seemed to have a monstrous aura bursting out from it. His body suddenly rose into the air, and he could see that below him... Wisps of Tai Chi light rushed towards him, turning into eight trigrams Boundless Mirrors that sparkled crazily. It made Han Feng feel as if his body was being restrained, as if there was a terrifying force that was going to disintegrate his spiritual energy.
"Old dog, do you dare to fight me face to face?" Han Feng's body flashed, and the Devil Dao Palm was unleashed. The power of the three thousand illusionary figures merged into the palm, causing the entire spatial zone to be filled with devilish palm prints. Many people were shocked, as if numerous devils had descended from the sky. They wanted to destroy Gong Yu.
"All disciples of Falling Pavilion, listen up! The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion still didn't show itself, but it gave an order to all the disciples to gather together and set up the sect protecting grand formation.
This order caused the hearts of many elders to sink. It had been more than a hundred years. The Falling Pavilion had never deployed the sect's great formation, even if there were some super powerful figures who had attacked the inner parts of the Falling Pavilion. It was just asking a few elders to join forces to set up the formation. But now... In order to deal with Han Feng, he had asked all the disciples to set up the formation. They were going to kill Han Feng.
Of course, these elders knew that they had no choice but to do so. Four Astral Martial Stage Martial Lord had died in the Falling Pavilion. They had suffered a great loss. The formation of ordinary disciples couldn't stop Han Feng at all. Only if all of them joined forces, perhaps they would have sufficient strength. They would have to fight Han Feng.
"Kill!" Someone shouted first. Immediately, the morale of the Falling Pavilion's disciples soared. One figure after another rose into the sky, coordinating with the disciples on the ground. In an instant, a tearing force landed on Han Feng's body. This caused Han Feng's eyes to freeze. Immediately after, he raised his hand and slashed out a sword beam. It was like a catastrophe sword, slashing in a certain direction. However, his surroundings seemed to have turned into an iron wall. There was an invisible barrier that trapped Han Feng, while the other disciples were standing far away. They were besieging Han Feng.
The sword light slashed onto the barrier, but it was unable to shake it in the slightest. Han Feng's figure flickered, and in just a moment, he had arrived in another direction. The Sky Splitting Devil Fist struck out. Countless Crazy Devil flashed crazily, and a terrifying Devil Dao True Intent swept out. It was like numerous pitch-black devil spears were piercing through the sealed space.
"Do you think you can escape from my Falling Pavilion's grand formation?" An elder sneered. When he was panicking earlier... He had forgotten about this powerful formation in the sect. In the history of Falling Pavilion, there had been some peerless geniuses. When one's cultivation base had reached a very high level, one would invite a formation master to set up this incomparably powerful formation in the Falling Pavilion. No matter how strong Han Feng was, he had yet to break through to the Astral Martial Stage. He didn't believe that this formation couldn't defeat Han Feng.
"What a bullshit formation! How strong can a group of little dogs be when combined?" Han Feng sneered. The devil spear thrust out furiously. It was incomparably sharp, and it carried a terrifying Devil Dao energy. It seemed as if it was going to crush the entire space.
Facing Han Feng's fierce attack, the elders of Falling Pavilion coldly harrumphed. They felt disdainful because Han Feng's strength was still not enough.
The devil force wreaked havoc. Even the seal of this spatial zone was shaken. Many disciples felt their hearts trembling, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Han Feng. Despite having so many of them working together to control the grand formation, they were still unable to suppress Han Feng. On the contrary, it caused Han Feng to become restless.
"Don't fight with trapped beasts anymore. Kid, why don't you just commit suicide? This way, you might be able to keep your corpse intact." The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion said indifferently, and looked at Han Feng with a cold gaze. Slowly, it took a step forward. Han Feng had caused the Falling Pavilion to suffer heavy casualties. He wished he could chop Han Feng into meat paste. Perhaps, he didn't understand the hatred in his heart.
"Old dog, if you have the ability, come in. Let's fight one on one." Han Feng held the Blood Devil Halberd in his hand, and the will of blood gushed out. The blood-red light trembled crazily in the spatial zone like blood hands reaching out. He attacked the ancient formation, trying to tear it apart.
"An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating its own ability." The old ancestor of Falling Pavilion waved his palm. Immediately, an even more powerful force rushed into the formation. In an instant, a huge Eight Trigrams pattern appeared above Han Feng. It was as if an endless storm was blowing out from the Eight Trigrams pattern, crushing down on ___. It was full of destructive force, giving Han Feng a feeling. It was as if he was trapped in a terrifying vortex and could be destroyed at any time.
"What a terrifying formation!" Although Sun Tianwang and the others were far away, they could clearly see Han Feng's situation. The killing formation could even kill Astral Martial Stage Martial Lord experts with ease. Han Feng's situation was worrying!
Tuoba Wushuang punched away the elder in front of him, and his silhouette flickered. It was as if a hurricane formed from Celestial Energy Power had wrapped around his body, and was rolling forward. His fist attack was aimed at some of the disciples of the Falling Pavilion, trying to break the formation.
Boom!
Tuoba Wushuang's fist force was incomparably overbearing, opening up a path. Many of the Falling Pavilion disciples' internal organs were damaged by the force, and they spat out a mouthful of blood.
The corner of the formation began to shake. Han Feng's Blood Devil Halberd shot out from the hole. He thrust his halberd in that direction, unleashing the frenzied Monarch Halberd energy. The power of an emperor crushed down on the grand formation, causing cracks to appear on the barrier.
Han Feng held the halberd in his right hand and struck out a terrifying Devil Palm Print with his left hand, attacking in two different directions. The grand formation seemed to be on the verge of collapse. The destructive force was slashed apart by Han Feng's halberd. The Monarch Halberd was a peak grade Profound Weapon, and its toughness was not any weaker than a Heavenly Earth Rank's weapon. This formation couldn't affect the Monarch Halberd at all.
"Another one is courting death!" The old ancestor of Falling Pavilion naturally wouldn't allow Tuoba Wushuang to kill his way in. He took a step forward. A rumbling sound spread across the ground, and a terrifying force landed on Tuoba Wushuang's body. The light of the eight trigrams circulated unceasingly, wanting to destroy Tuoba Wushuang's body.
"Tuoba, you should retreat first. This formation won't be able to trap me." Han Feng shouted at Tuoba Wushuang. His feet moved crazily. Countless silhouettes were blinking non-stop. Han Feng's eyes were locked onto a certain direction. The Devil Dao True Intent was integrated into the Monarch Halberd, causing a blood-red light to shine in the sky. It was as if it was connected to the sky. Boundless force was gathered on the Blood Devil Halberd. It made the power of the halberd become even stronger. Then, he looked straight ahead. The halberd exploded, and an endless amount of shadows converged. The halberd turned into a gigantic halberd and crashed down. It was going to tear a hole in the formation.
"Retreat!" Seeing Han Feng launching such a terrifying attack in their direction, the disciples in that direction retreated one after another. They didn't dare to resist the attack, even if the old ancestor wanted to remedy the situation. It was already too late. Han Feng's Divine Halberd Cave had passed through the barrier. It ripped open the barrier, causing the blood energy to surge into the sky.
"He's actually allowed to come out!" The Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion's expression turned serious. This brat was really an unkillable bug. With a wave of his sleeve, the Eight Trigrams pattern in the sky was instantly used by him. It merged into his palm, causing him to strike out with every palm. It was filled with endless destructive force, as if it wanted to kill Han Feng.
Han Feng let out a cold snort, then he took a step forward and waved the Blood Devil Halberd. The aura of an emperor circulated crazily on his body, as if he was a domineering devil emperor. He was fearless in the face of the destructive force. Instead, he unleashed a domineering devil intent. The Blood Devil Halberd was unleashed, and the Devil Dao True Intent fused with the will of blood. It spat out a power that could shake and kill everything, wanting to destroy the Eight Trigrams diagram.
"I hope that Old Ancestor can get rid of this malefic!" The disciples of Falling Pavilion prayed in their hearts. Apart from their Old Ancestor, who else could deal with Han Feng?
Currently, in the huge Falling Pavilion, apart from the Old Ancestor of Falling Pavilion... The current him... He was fighting Tuoba Wushuang and Sun Tianwang, although these two young men only had the combat strength of a Peak of Celestial Energy Stage. Sun Tianwang's Intent of Devouring had broken through to the Level Nine. He had touched upon the threshold of the true meaning of martial arts, and he could even absorb the energy that was much stronger than his own body.
Needless to say, Tuoba Wushuang's fist strength was incomparably fierce, and coupled with the explosive power of his bloodline, his combat strength was extremely powerful, and his fists possessed the supreme power of attack. He could even withstand the attack of an Astral Martial Stage Martial Lord.
Therefore, although the two of them were at a disadvantage, they didn't retreat. Instead, they blocked the attack of the supreme elder. As for the others, they didn't even dare to approach, fearing that their attack would destroy them.
The power of the Ancestor of the Falling Pavilion's Eight Trigrams pattern was unleashed crazily. However, Han Feng's Blood Devil Halberd pierced through everything, tearing apart the attacks one after another.
"Old dog, I let you go that night. Today, you won't be so lucky!"