Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 370 6 Treasure Secret Realm 24

The maze formation slowly stopped, and Shu Er retreated into the formation with a solemn expression. He knew that no matter how powerful he was, he would not dare to easily expose himself in front of so many ninth-level foundation-building cultivators.

After all, two fists are no match for four hands. Facing so many powerful enemies, one could end up in an irretrievable situation if one is not careful.

The four teams quickly merged together, and everyone looked solemn as they surrounded the four men in black again in three layers.

The encirclement was as tight as an iron barrel, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating. Every monk was concentrating, staring at the black-clad man in the maze array, ready to attack at any time.

"Plan 4."

Ye Hanshuang spoke indifferently. Now she finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had stopped the strongest man on the opposite side and shared the pressure for Black Raven. "Then the remaining five men in black chasing him should not be very strong, right?"

Ten monks stood out with extraordinary momentum. Their faces were serious. Before taking action, they carefully swallowed a detoxification pill and made full preparations. Under the calm command of the four array masters, they rushed into the maze array from different directions at the same time like horses running wild.

This bold and violent attack surprised Yima, one of the Ten Greatest Ones, but his face instantly lit up with fighting spirit and he showed no fear at all.

He suddenly flashed like a ghost, raised his iron fist quickly, and rushed towards a monk who had just broken in.

The punch was as powerful as thunder, with an indomitable and heroic momentum, as if it could destroy everything that stood in its way. Yima's fist brought with it a strong gust of wind, making a whirring sound in the air.

When the fist collided with the monk's weapon, there was a dull thud. The monk felt a huge force coming and the weapon in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

Yima took advantage of the situation and continued to attack with a series of quick punches. Each punch accurately hit the monk's vital parts, making it difficult for him to defend himself.

Not long after, a monk shot out from the smoky and mysterious maze like a cannonball launched with great force.

In mid-air, blood gushed out of the monk's mouth, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

At the same time, Shu Ba raised the sword in his hand without hesitation, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He and a monk who had entered the formation were instantly caught in a fierce fight. Sword shadows flickered like silver snakes dancing, and the two sides fought back and forth, each move dangerous, and the battle was in full swing.

At this time, Rat Seven felt a huge pressure. Although Rat Six's poison was powerful, it would take some time for it to take effect.

He was extremely anxious and kept changing the position of the formation, trying to disrupt the intruders' movements and make them lose themselves in the maze. However, the formation masters on the opposite side were no ordinary people. They were experienced and had sharp insights. They could always find the position accurately, so that the monks who broke into the formation would not easily lose their way.

The Ten Heroes Yima were in high spirits in the battle. Since these monks who broke into the formation came from different directions, they were engaged in a one-on-one fight.

Relying on his powerful strength and rich combat experience, Yima defeated almost every one of them with one punch, showing his invincible style as one of the Ten Heroes.

His fists were as fast as lightning, and each punch contained great power. When facing another monk, Yima first feinted, luring the other party to reveal a flaw, and then punched the other party in the abdomen. The monk bent over in pain, and Yima took the opportunity to punch the other party in the head again, knocking him out directly.

Soon, three more people were knocked down by him.

Shu Ba was not to be outdone. After an extremely arduous and fierce battle, he successfully knocked down a monk with his agility and sharp swordsmanship.

In a short period of time, only five monks were left who had broken into the formation.

Inside the maze, the battle was still fierce, with swords flashing and sabers flashing, and shouts of killing shaking the sky.

"Left four, right three"

Duan Qiuchen of the Yangxin Hospital was concentrating on following the instructions of the white-robed monk from the Fengshui Hall, and moving forward calmly and steadily.

The dense fog ahead seemed to be suddenly pushed away by an invisible giant hand. When the scene suddenly became clear, Duan Qiuchen appeared quietly like a ghost within three steps of Shu Liu and Shu Qi. His sudden figure caught them off guard, as if he had suddenly appeared from the void.

"How dare you, little thief!" After Yi Ma, one of the Ten Great Masters, knocked down a monk cleanly again, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a monk getting close to Shu Liu and Shu Qi from the corner of his eye.

This discovery shocked him, and he realized the enemy's true intentions as if he had just woken up from a dream. It turned out that from the beginning of the battle, the enemy's target was directly aimed at Rat Six and Rat Seven.

A strong anger suddenly surged in Yima's heart. His eyes opened wide as if spitting fire. That angry look seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes.

Duan Qiuchen took a quick glance and saw that he was still far away from the majestic ten heroes in black.

He knew that he could not hesitate at all at this moment, so he ran towards Shu Qi at an extremely fast speed like an agile cheetah.

At this moment, Shu Qi was frantically controlling the formation, his forehead covered with beads of sweat, and he was panicking and using defensive magic weapons.

The defensive magic weapon emitted a faint light, and seemed so small and weak in this extremely tense situation, as if it could be easily broken at any time.

Upon seeing this, Shu Liu immediately stopped poisoning, quickly took out a long sword, and was about to rush towards Duan Qiuchen.

Duan Qiuchen was well prepared, and 200 talismans were used in an instant. The talismans were like a group of colorful and dangerous butterflies dancing in the air. The strong pressure formed by the talismans forced Shu Liu back like a surging wave, and Duan Qiuchen took the opportunity to rush to Shu Qi like an arrow from a bow.

At this critical moment, a sharp sword shot out from the sea of ​​talismans like lightning and pierced through Duan Qiuchen's body in an instant.

It turned out that Yima, one of the Ten Great Monks, saw that he had no time to rescue the monk, so he picked up the sword of a dead monk from the ground without hesitation and threw it over with all his strength.

Duan Qiuchen was severely injured, his face was twisted in pain, veins popped out on his forehead, but his eyes were full of determination. He endured the severe pain and reached out his hand firmly to touch Shu Qi's shoulder.

"Transposition"

In an instant, only a lifeless puppet was left on the spot, while Duan Qiuchen and Shu Qi magically appeared among the crowd outside the formation.

As soon as Shu Qi showed his face, before he could make any reaction, he was pierced through by four swords that had been waiting for a long time.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red. Shu Qi's eyes were filled with astonishment and despair, and that despair seemed to tell of his unwillingness.

As soon as the opponent Shu Qi died, he lost the main formation and was instantly broken by the four formation masters. The eight formation flags on the ground spontaneously ignited without wind.

"Plan three."

Seeing that Plan 4 was successful, Ye Hanshuang decisively gave the order. Her eyes revealed determination and courage, and her voice was crisp and powerful.

Ten monks and Wei Yangjing worked together to perform the wind magic. The wind roared up, galloping like a giant dragon, blowing all the smoke and poisonous fog into the sky. The ground was completely empty in an instant, as if it had been completely swept away by the wind.

The other fire monks also cooperated, their hands danced, and the magic flashed. Balls of hot flames rose into the sky, burning away the mist in the air. The flames burned fiercely, as if to turn all evil into ashes.

"Kill!" Ye Hanshuang gave the order again, his voice full of determination.

Without the blessing of the formation, the three black monks were like lambs to be slaughtered. Countless talismans flew out like snowflakes, flashing brilliant light. Flying swords flashed cold light, shuttling through the air with fierce murderous intent. Various magic skills shone brightly, blooming like fireworks.

The other monks followed closely behind, with the flames of fighting burning in their eyes, and rushed towards the three black-robed monks like a tide.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Shang Xianming of Wanjian Mountain summoned his flying sword. For a moment, the light was so bright that it seemed as dazzling as the sun.

"A Sword Comes from the West"

Shang Xianming shouted loudly, and the flying sword turned into a white light and pierced into Shu Ba's back as fast as lightning.

Shu Ba, who was fighting with the enemy, paused, with surprise and unwillingness in his eyes, and then slowly fell down.

"Ah!" Shu Liu screamed again, but his chest was pierced by a monk who rushed over.

She was not very good at close combat to begin with, and her skills were all in poison. Now her strongest support was destroyed, and one of her arms was broken, how could she be a match for these ninth-level foundation building masters? She was defeated in just one move.

Shu Liu's eyes showed determination. She slowly discarded the long sword in her hand. Her hands quickly turned black, as if shrouded by the magic of darkness. All the poison in her body flowed into her right hand like a surging tide. This hand seemed like a messenger from hell, with billowing black smoke and sharp nails growing out like devil's claws.

Shu Liu let out a shrill roar, like a desperate trapped animal. She used up all her last strength to claw forward, as fast as lightning, leaving a black afterimage in the air.

The monk retreated in fear, and in a panic he drew out his sword, but Shu Liu still scratched his skin.

Unexpectedly, this minor scratch was like a deadly curse. The poison instantly spread throughout the monk's body, and his body quickly turned black, as if being swallowed by darkness.

In the end, he died with blood gushing out of all his orifices, with a look of fear and despair still on his face.

After delivering this final blow, Shu Liu fell to the ground like a withered flower. Her eyes gradually became blurred, and her breath of life slowly faded away.

The other monks were afraid of her poison, so they quickly set fire to the two men. The flames burned fiercely, gradually engulfing their figures, leaving only a charred piece of land.

In a blink of an eye, only the Ten Heroes Yima were left struggling to hold on.