Eternal Sacred King Chapter 129: Six sword formations

　　 Upon hearing these words, Su Zimo's expression was calm, but the many disciples below were shocked and excited.

　　"Brother Feng is finally going to use the secret technique of the sect!"

　　"I heard that it is one of the three secret arts, "The Vague Sword". The sword is mysterious and there is no trace."

　　 ""The Misty Sword" is the most brilliant sword art in the realm of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I can finally see it today."

　　 Most of the disciples present were trial disciples in the Five Peaks. On weekdays, there was no chance to see the secret technique of the sect. At this time, their eyes widened, wanting to get a closer look.

　　The old man frowned, looked at Wen Xuan and said solemnly: "I think this battle will end here, it will be counted as a tie."

　　 To be fair, if Feng Haoyu used the secret technique of the sect to defeat Su Zimo, he would have already lost.

　　Because of a normal trial disciple, he is not qualified to learn "The Misty Sword" at all.

　　 This old man’s proposal is a step back.

　　 Wenxuan was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "I have reached this point, how can I convince the crowd if the winner is not distinguished?"

　　"Wen Xuan, Feng Haoyu can't win this game, you are not reconciled, are you?" The old man was a little angry.

　　 "Yes!"

　　 Wenxuan looked sideways at the bad old man, and said: "You three teach Su Zimo to refine alchemy, refine tools, and teach him sword formations. I don't care about these, but Feng Haoyu, as my Lingfeng disciple, is on the battlefield. , He must not lose! This is the glory of my Lingfeng!"

　　 "You..." The old man stopped talking.

　　 Wenxuan waved his hand and said: "I think people can't be wrong, Hao Yu is the hope of the sect in the future. After all, the inheritance of the sect is not based on alchemy or refining, but strength is the most important."

　　 At this moment, on the battlefield of the spirit, Su Zimo said a word, interrupting the dispute between the old man and Wen Xuan.

　　"The secret technique of the sect?"

　　Su Zimo smiled, shook his head and said: "Feng Haoyu, if this is your last support, then this battle, you are sure to lose!"

　　 The audience was stunned!

　　 No one can imagine that Su Zimo could actually say such things in the face of the secret technique of the sect!

　　 Is this to look down on the sect secret technique, or look down on Feng Haoyu?

　　 Why is he Su Zimo?

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　 Feng Haoyu laughed and said: "Su Zimo, I don't expect you to know the power of the sect's secret technique, and you are here to speak wild words. Today I will teach you how to be a man!"

　　 "Illness!"

　　 Feng Haoyu squeezed the sword art, a hint of spiritual energy overflowed from the fingertips, and poured it into the flying sword.

　　 The sword body trembled, cutting through the void, and a series of afterimages appeared behind him, confusing people's eyes, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

　　 Seeing this scene, Wen Xuan nodded, a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

　　 Hefa Juvenile looked solemn, and said solemnly: ""The Misty Sword" is divided into three layers. I didn't expect Feng Haoyu to comprehend the first layer of "afterimage" so quickly."

　　 "Hao Yu is the root of Feng Ling, and is most suitable for practicing "The Misty Sword", otherwise I won't let him learn the secrets of the sect in the condensing state." Wen Xuan said lightly.

　　 on the battlefield.

　　 Su Zimo retracted the three flying swords, hung in front of him, patted the storage bag with his palm, and in the blink of an eye, there were three more flying swords.

　　 Moreover, these three flying swords are also inferior spirit weapons!

　　 The audience was in an uproar, dumbfounded.

　　 Six-handled low-grade flying sword!

　　 For a gas trainer, this is simply unimaginable.

　　 "This, this, what's the situation?"

　　 "I'll go, how come the low-grade spirit weapon has three handles from Su Zimo, this thing is so cheap now?"

　　 Most of the monks have round eyes, open mouths, and almost fall to the ground with their chins.

　　 Before Su Zimo offered three low-grade flying swords, many disciples were jealous. Now that they took out three more, everyone couldn't stand it on the spot.

　　The trial disciples who had been in the sect for a few years suddenly felt that I was wasted all these years, and I hadn't got any of the low-grade spirit artifacts, and they had just obtained six of them after they had been in the sect for less than a year.

　　 At this time, most of the sect disciples gradually reacted.

　　 These six flying swords, which are almost the same, can't come from the spirit weapon pavilion of the sect.

　　The only possibility is that Su Zimo made it himself!

　　 "It's amazing. I knew it was so. It's better to get closer to Junior Brother Su. Maybe we can also play with a lower-grade spirit weapon."

　　 "If I had six low-grade spirit weapons, I would still learn the art of swordsmanship. When I met my opponent, I threw it over and killed him..."

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Feng learned the secret technique of the sect, which can be resisted by smashing it with a magic weapon."

　　 There was a lot of voices below, but the first seat of Wufeng didn't say a word.

　　The old man frowned even more.

　　 The six-handed lower-grade spirit weapon is powerful, but it is absolutely unable to resist the sect secret technique.

　　 Hefa young man noticed the worry in the heart of the old man, and comforted: "Anyway, this kid's talent for refining is really great. If you cultivate it, the Zongmen Grand Competition is likely to be a blockbuster."

　　 Hefa Juvenile’s implication is that even if Su Zimo loses this game, it will not affect his status in the sect.

　　 After all, the ruler is shorter and the inch is longer.

　　Su Zimo is good at refining tools and alchemy, and Feng Haoyu is good at fighting and fighting, and the two have different advantages.

　　 didn't notice that Xuan Yi, who was sitting next to the young Hefa, was extremely nervous at this time, staring at Su Zimo intently, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

　　"With the six flying swords, it is true that the sect secret technique cannot be resisted, but if it is..."

　　 on the battlefield.

　　 Feng Haoyu saw that Su Zimo was offering six flying swords at the same time, his expression changed slightly, but he instantly recovered to the original state, and sneered: "Su Zimo, you are too naive! You think you have six lower-grade spirit weapons Can resist the sword in my hand?"

　　 "Go!"

　　A cold light flashed in Feng Haoyu's eyes, and he made a soft beating, and the long sword rushed forward. The sword aura was dignified, tearing the air instantly, and making a breathtaking burst of breath!

　　 Behind the long sword~IndoMTL.com~ pulls out a series of afterimages, which is dazzling.

　　 Su Zimo's expression is calm, waving his hands continuously, manipulating six flying swords in mid-air.

　　唰唰唰!

　　Six flying swords shuttled and staggered in mid-air, leaving a trail of sword energy.

　　 Sancai Sword Formation, a triangular sword formation.

　　 The Liuhe Sword Formation is the evolutionary sword formation of the Sancai Sword Formation. The two triangular sword formations are superimposed and merged to form six sword formations!

　　 Both the defense and the profit of killing have been greatly improved!

　　 "What is this?"

　　 "Hey, where did you see this six-pointed star made up of flying swords?"

　　 "This seems to be... the logo on the cuff of Xuan Yi's first seat!"

　　 Everyone looked at Xuan Yi subconsciously.

　　 At this time, Xuan Yi had already stood up, feeling agitated, nodded and said: "Okay, okay, okay! Liuhe sword formation, you really made it!"

　　 The faces of the other four peaks also showed incredible color.

Among the sects, there is only one sword formation master, Xuan Yi.

　　 And as a real Jindan, I naturally know how difficult it is to become a swordsman.

　　 Xuan Yi's cuff is tattooed with a six-pointed star pattern, which shows that he is also quite proud of it.

　　 And now, the Liuhe Sword Formation reappears, but it is from the hands of an air trainer, which surprised everyone!

　　缥缈峰, in the misty palace.

　　 Sect Master Ling Yun's heart moved, he opened his eyes suddenly, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and whispered: "It's actually a Liuhe sword formation?"

Above the 　　 array peak, among the clouds, huge wings are looming, and a pair of eyes are silently watching what is happening in the spirit battle arena.

　　 "Hehe, this little guy, good, good."