C297 Start the Formation
C297 Start the Formation
He then beckoned to the last of the three, "You are the only one left. How is it? Shall we practice? "
The last person was called Pang Fei, the son of the white armored man.
He had witnessed everything that happened just now. Deep in his heart, he didn't want to fight Yang Ying.
When Yang Ying saw that his opponent did not speak, a sneer appeared on his face. "If you are afraid, you will admit defeat! I am magnanimous, so I will let you off this time! "
Pang Fei's face alternated between green and white. If he were to shrink back in front of so many people, how could he raise his head in the future?
On the main platform, a trace of anger flashed across the face of the first lieutenant.
He turned his head and glanced at King Yaen Zhao. Seeing that King Yaen Zhao's anger had yet to dissipate, he did not dare to act rashly.
On the drill ground, Pang Fei was already unable to restrain himself.
He leapt forward, and like a huge bird, he flew towards Yang Ying.
In less than two breaths time, he had already arrived in front of Yang Ying.
Seeing that Yang Ying's anger had yet to dissipate, he prepared to seize this opportunity to launch an attack.
Immediately, he formed a seal with his hand, and a sword light shot out from his body, slashing towards Yang Ying's head.
Before it even reached Yang Ying's head, above the sword light, extremely sharp Sword Qi flashed across the sword light.
When Yang Ying saw this, he formed a seal with the sword in his hand. The Sword Buzheng also flew out and flew towards the sword light.
Immediately, a Moon Shadow appeared on the Sword Buzheng. Immediately, a sparkling light flashed across the Flying Sword.
"Ding!" A crisp sound was emitted. Pang Fei's Flying Sword was sent flying by half a meter during this collision.
Pang Fei's pupils suddenly shrank!
He had already used 80% of his strength in that strike, but even under such circumstances, his Flying Sword was still sent flying.
His heart shivered, and the Flying Sword attacked once again. He had already used 100% of his true essence in this strike.
At this moment, Yang Ying saw that the Sword Qi on the Flying Sword was getting stronger, so he immediately used the Sword Will of Light.
"Boom!"
The two Flying Sword collided, and a powerful shockwave spread out in all directions.
Yang Ying saw this and used his right hand to block in front of him. After that, the true essence pierced through his body and blocked the shockwave.
As for Pang Fei, he was in a much more pathetic state. After that strike just now, he didn't have any more true essence to block the aftershock of the attack.
At this moment, his face was covered in dirt and dirt. He raised his head and looked at Yang Ying. He found that Yang Ying's body was clean and tidy, but there wasn't a trace of dust on him.
His face became hot.
No, I can't lose face for my father!
With a sword, he defeated Yang Ying with a single sword strike!
Thinking of this, he forcefully raised the true essence in his body and launched another attack.
When this attack was launched, his entire body felt soft and soft. However, that competitive heart of his forced him not to sit on the ground.
Yang Ying saw that the Sword Qi on the opponent's Flying Sword was about to strengthen. When he looked at Pang Fei again, he realized that Pang Fei was only barely holding on. He knew that this sword was the decisive sword!
He was not going to hold back anymore. He was going to let all of you experience it. This is my full strength attack!
After making up his mind, the true essence in his body started boiling!
On top of the Sword Buzheng, the Moon Shadow gradually solidified. After that, a white light flashed from the tip of the sword.
The Sword Buzheng flashed an arc and flew towards Pang Fei's Flying Sword.
At this time, on the platform, King Yaen Zhao's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment.
"This... this is the Bright Moon Sword Arts?"
That's right, looking at the solid moon, this must be the Bright Moon Sword Arts!
However, hadn't this Bright Moon Sword Arts been practiced by no one?
Putting aside King Yaen Zhao's doubts, behind King Yaen Zhao, liu Wen of Xiangguo was also nervously staring at the two people in the battle.
"Boom..." A loud sound was heard. Pang Fei's Flying Sword was sent flying a couple of meters away in this exchange.
Pang Fei felt a sweetness in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!
He only felt a sense of powerlessness. Immediately, he covered his chest with his hand and collapsed onto the ground in a soft manner.
On the platform, King Yaen Zhao had already stood up. He muttered in a low voice, "Bright Moon Sword Arts! It's at least a Great Completion Bright Moon Sword Arts!"
It was not his fault for losing his composure. It was because the Green Cloud Sect's Bright Moon Sword Arts had left a deep impression on his generation.
As for that Xiangguo, he was stroking his beard and looking at Yang Ying with a smile on his face. He whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "That's right! He is much more powerful than what Manager Yang said! Not bad! "
Beside him, the general was also looking at Yang Ying with a smile on his face.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was in public, he would have already rushed into the square and had a good celebration with Yang Ying.
I don't know why Liu Wen stopped me from chatting with Yang Ying!
Thinking of this, he glared at Liu Wen.
Behind them, a trace of displeasure flashed across the first lieutenant's face. He glared at Yang Ying hatefully, but did not say anything.
In the drill ground, Pang Fei was very unwilling in his heart. Taking advantage of the moment when he fell to the ground, he quietly took out a formation disk from his interspatial Storage Ring.
This formation disk was bought at a high price from the auction house. According to the auction house, it was obtained. From an ancient ruin, the Formation was called the Extreme Wind Trap.
In order to speed up the setup of the formation disk, he spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the formation disk and immediately formed a hand seal.
"Buzz." The formation disk let out a buzzing sound. In less than two to three breaths of time, a large Formation descended onto the drill ground.
Yang Ying only felt that the others had already disappeared in front of him. He knew that... The formation disk in Pang Fei's hand had already taken effect.
Just now, when he occasionally glanced at it, he saw that Pang Fei, who had collapsed to the ground, had an extra formation disk in his hand.
On top of that formation disk, there were waves of flowing light.
Immediately, he knew that the situation was not good, so he flew towards that Pang.
However, in just a breath or two, Pang Fei was nowhere to be seen in front of him.
He looked around and found that the others had already disappeared. Even the platform... They were all gone.
He had confirmed that he had fallen into a Formation.
On the platform, King Yaen Zhao suddenly realized that the entire drill ground in front of him was covered in a layer of mist.
Yang Ying and Pang Fei had already disappeared from the drill ground.
The first lieutenant had been paying attention to Pang Fei's injuries since his son, Pang Fei, was injured.
To him, he naturally saw the entire process of setting up the Formation.
When he saw that the entire drill ground below the chairman's platform was enveloped by the Formation, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes, but it was immediately followed by joy.