Qi Chen was a little surprised to see Huang Jinlong here. Fortunately, he has a good memory.

"I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that even you were called here by the Xia family... I just wanted to take your arm, but now you want to risk your life again?"

"We will show mercy to ordinary people, but we will never show mercy to monks."

Huang Jinlong felt the cool breeze and felt very comfortable.

Qi Chen is a knot in his heart. Even if the other person becomes a grandmaster, if he doesn't open this knot, he will never be able to become a grandmaster in his life.

His talent is naturally good, otherwise he would not have become the master's disciple.

"I'm a monk, so I naturally know the master's spiritual energy level. Besides, who said I'm going to have a head-on confrontation with you?"

As soon as Huang Jinlong finished speaking, his body disappeared into the darkness.

The wind blew, making the night darker, as if someone had poured a basin of ink into the sky.

The dark clouds were so thick that even the shadow of the moon could not be seen.

"I am the master, and you help me kill the people who are close to me." Song Zhiyu said, his spiritual energy began to fluctuate, and he controlled the two pens and moved forward.

Getting closer and closer to Xia's house, only a few hundred meters away, the lights there flickered like fireflies in the darkness.

"We have entered the battle." Song Zhiyu suddenly said, which shocked Qi Chen.

"When? Why didn't I find out?"

"Experience..." Song Zhiyu pointed to his head, "It is probably a phantom formation. It is easy to fall into it if you are not careful. Look at the lights in the distance, we are never close."

"To be able to set up such a formation requires at least a hundred monks and a grandmaster who is good at this. I didn't expect that the Xia family actually invited a grandmaster."

Song Zhiyu sighed again. He didn't expect that tonight would be so twists and turns. If he didn't go back, his wife would be really angry.

The wind blew, but it did not disperse. Instead, it seemed to accumulate together, and then hit Qi Chen on the back of the head with a fierce sound.

"This is?"

The hair on Qi Chen's back stood up, his body moved before his brain, and his fingers hooked the thin sword at his waist.

Unsheath the sword.

Like a flash of bright lightning, as Qi Chen's wrist trembled, it cut towards the wind at an extremely fast speed.

He originally thought there would be no resistance, but now it was blocked. The touch from the sword told Qi Chen that it was not wind, but a person.

It's just that people are transformed into the wind.

Qi Chen's mouth was slightly numb, and the man in the wind groaned, but it receded without any damage.

Then the surroundings returned to calm, except for the sword in Qi Chen's hand, which was vibrating softly.

"What kind of formation is this? It's not just a simple magic formation!"

Qi Chen's eyes lit up, he was performing the Celestial Appearance Technique, but after all, he had little time to practice, and the Celestial Appearance Technique had not yet reached the stage of forming an eye.

He can't see through it.

"That man was actually able to fight with you, even though you didn't attack with all your strength,

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But at least I can block your attack." Song Zhiyu looked serious.

"It's very windy tonight. This formation should be related to the wind, but I can't see clearly and need more data."

As he finished speaking, he heard the sound of wind coming from all around.

Song Zhiyu quickly activated the pen, and black flowers bloomed. The wind hit the flowers, causing them to collapse.

Although the wind has also dissipated.

The crackling sounds continued, like thunder spreading.

…

"Master Zhou, can your formation really block the opponent?" Master Buhui frowned, a little worried.

"My formation, called Phantom Wind Formation, is formed by combining two formations." Brother Zhou said with a smile, "It requires a hundred monks to activate it. Once activated, the enemy will be trapped

Inside, the most important thing is that the power of a hundred monks can be superimposed on one person."

"Of course, according to the ideal design, only a strong master can completely superimpose the power of other people on the strong master. Most people can only superimpose ten people."

"In other words, if one person takes action, it is equivalent to ten people taking action. If one person is injured, the injury will be equally divided among the ten people."

Master Buhui exclaimed: "It's really wonderful. Our Buddhist sect seems to have a similar formation, but I can't touch it due to my qualifications. In this way, even if the other party is two masters, one mistake will lead to death."

…

"Did you see it?" Song Zhiyu asked.

"I can see it," Qi Chen said, "It is impossible for them to find so many strong people who can withstand the Grandmaster's blow in two or three days. The only possibility is that the power of several people is superimposed on one person."

"Can it be broken?"

Qi Chen shook his head: "It cannot be broken, and the stronger the wind, the bigger the formation will be. The opponent has been prepared for it. Unless one of us is familiar with the formation, it will be extremely difficult to find the formation."

"Instead of doing this, it's better to kill one by one. If more people die, the formation will naturally break down."

"It's very troublesome. They are hiding and we are hiding."

"Then consume it." The skin on Qi Chen's face was dried by the wind and it hurt from scraping.

"I have two bottles of the best psychic potion. When we use it up, we will still have at least half of the spiritual energy in our bodies."

Song Zhiyu shook his head: "It is better for two masters to each have half of the spiritual energy, or for one person to have the peak combat power?"

"If we have to deal with a grandmaster in the end, it will naturally be the latter."

"I think so too. If that's the case, I'll do my best. Remember to solve it as soon as possible and take me back."

Qi Chen knew what the other party was going to do. In fact, Song Zhiyu didn't need to come at all today.

"Brother Song, thank you. I'll treat you to spicy noodles tomorrow."

"do not!"

Song Zhiyu was terrified. When he heard the endless sound of wind, his whole body's breath sank.

The next moment, a terrifying energy burst out.

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From above his head, the black flowers bloomed bigger and bigger. In the end, they were nearly ten meters long, stretching across the vast night sky.

Each petal falls and turns into a huge black crow.

Countless black crows swarmed in all directions.

There is a lot of wind, but there are more black crows than the wind.

The black crow cut through the wind, and screamed out from the wind.

Huang Jinlong was hiding in a part of the formation. He quickly retreated and was about to attack when he saw a huge crow land in front of him.

The crow had no eyeballs and carried a strong scent of ink, but every feather seemed to be able to pierce the human body.

The crow is as tall as him.

The crow flies by.

He felt the breath of death, and in horror, he immediately crushed a jade pendant in his hand.

Since he was almost killed by Qi Chen last time, his teacher left him something to save his life.

Golden light flashes.

But the golden light was still pierced by the black crow's feathers.

His remaining left hand fell to the ground, making a squeaking sound, and then turned into a pile of ink.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Huang Jinlong's voice was strange, and fear filled his heart.

Although I saved my life, today's shadow is greater than last time.

That is the Grandmaster.

A master!

The masters all have their own trump cards. Once it breaks out, the mountains and the earth will collapse.

Song Zhiyu couldn't find a way to crack it in a short time, so the only way left was to crack it by force.

Otherwise, both of them might be seriously injured.

The only way is the best way.

So he broke out.

He used up all his spiritual energy and forced himself to break through the formation in an instant, killing ninety-nine people.

There were stumps all over the ground.
To be continued...