Fantasy Westward Journey: The Strongest Crossing

Chapter 185 Divine Art Scroll
"Xing Dou Xuan Tian Formation~"

There was an explosion-like sound, and 110 seven well-dressed warriors rushed to the playground at a high speed. They were the hidden strength elite combat brigade of Magu Academy.

I saw a team of nine of them, moving quickly and forming an extremely mysterious formation.

As soon as the formation was completed, countless stars appeared in the sky instantly, as if a long night had fallen, among which one hundred and eight bright stars shined particularly brightly. Folds of starlight fell from the sky, and a curtain of stars enveloped the entire playground.

"Boom~"

The guardian angel's sword light exploded on the star curtain, everyone trembled, and the star curtain shook and persisted.

"Hehe~ Let's see how many swords you can withstand~"

The guardian was also stunned. He didn't expect that his attack would be blocked, but he immediately laughed ferociously and struck with his sword again.

The twin martial souls and two swords smashed the Sword Guardian into the air, and then a flicker appeared in front of the Sword Guardian, blocking his attack.

"die~"

The envoy drew the huge bow again, and a golden arrow shot straight at the cabbage.

Feeling the power of the golden arrow, the old dean's expression changed, and he quickly struck out with a halberd, opened a space, and appeared next to Baicai.

With a bang, the golden arrow flew away with his bare hands, but the envoy smiled slightly, and pulled the giant bow again. The two golden arrows were like two golden angry dragons, and flew out through the air and through the waves.

"clang"

The old dean's halberd twisted a rushing angry dragon into fragments, but the other golden arrow went straight to the Xingdou Xuantian formation.

"Drink~"

The twin martial souls and swords slashed, but was stopped by the sword guardian with his sword. Although the sword guardian was not as powerful as the twin martial souls, it was no problem to stop him for a while.

The twin martial souls slashed left and right but couldn't break through the guardian's sword net, and could only watch the golden arrow blast to the Xingdou Xuantian Formation.

The starlight shone on the star screen, and then it exploded into pieces with a bang.

Although their Star Dou Xuantian Formation is unparalleled in power, they cannot exert the full power of the Star Dou Xuantian Formation. After all, this large formation has to be taught by Ma Gu. The strength of a martial arts master is required, so that he can kill immortals and demons, which is unrivaled.

110 Seven mouthfuls of blood were sprayed into the air at the same time. The nine main team members headed by the fat cook were more seriously injured, and they were already dizzy to the ground. .

"But that's it~ Brother Feng, do you really want to see the millennium inheritance of Magu Academy, broken overnight~"

The envoy drew his big bow again, and the three golden arrows were slowly taking shape, ready to strike with thunder.

"kill~"

Seeing that the Xingdou Xuantian Formation was broken, the old dean was extremely anxious, split the saber guardian with a halberd, and threw the halberd over.

"If you are stubborn, then don't blame the deity for being cruel."

The envoy rippled in the air again like water waves, avoiding the blows of the gale-force halberd. Then he loosened the string with his right hand, and three golden arrows fanned out in all directions. It was obvious that he was going to attack other parts of Magu Academy again.

"I want your death~"

Feng Xinglie poured all his efforts into Magu Academy, and now he was watching helplessly as the academy was about to be destroyed, and violent anger surged out like the sky and the sea.

"kill~"

The sword guardian saw the old dean's flaw and flew out from the side. The silver sword shone like a scorching sun. It was obvious that what he wanted to do was to kill him with one blow.

"die~"

The old dean didn't dodge this time, he directly grabbed the brilliant silver knife with his left hand, and then slapped the knife guardian's body with his palm.

"puff"

The knife guardian spat out a mouthful of blood, and was shot backwards.

The old dean was furious. Seeing that the saber guardian had been wounded, he rushed towards him like a bursting bear.

"Be careful~"

The envoy once again drew the giant bow to full capacity, and a sharp golden arrow pierced the sky and shot towards the old dean.

"Boom~"

The old dean slapped his left palm fiercely, and the golden arrow exploded in response, and the old dean was thrown out of the air, but his direction was just right in the direction of the saber guardian.

"Rebirth Strike~"

A strong green light lit up on the right palm of the old dean, and he slapped it out fiercely.

The so-called reincarnation strike, as the name suggests, as long as you are hit by him, you have no other choice but to die.

"Ow~"

A ferocious green snake came out of its palm and directly blasted into the chest of the sword guardian.

"Ah~"

The sword guardian screamed and fell from the air, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Hehe~ Do you think this is the end?"

The envoy glanced at the old dean and saw that his entire left arm was covered in blood and flesh by the golden arrow, with white bones exposed in some places. It was obvious that he had suffered considerable trauma in pursuit of the sword guard.

I saw him flashing and appearing next to the sword guardian, took out a white scroll from his arms, and tore it forcefully, a white beam of light descended from the sky, covering the sword guardian.

"Scrolls of divine magic, your Light Cult is really wealthy~"

The old dean's body was filled with green light, and the wind attribute war energy flowed on his left arm like water. A surge of vitality bloomed in his muscles, and the miserable wounds began to heal rapidly.

Both sides are trying their best to recover, but it is obvious that the Temple of Light is better here. You must know that the magic scroll is not a wild cabbage on the roadside that can be easily grabbed.

In order to condense a magical scroll, the condenser must at least reach the level of a heavenly king, and must have a deep understanding of the condensed magic.

When condensing, the king-level magician will gather all the magic power in his body into the scroll.

After the condensation is successful, he will lose his magic power in a short period of time, and it will take at least a year of meditation to recover.

Because it is so difficult to condense the scrolls of divine arts, each scroll of divine arts is extremely precious and extremely powerful.

This can be seen from the guardian of the sword. It can make a dying king-level master recover to the peak in a short period of time.

"Brother Feng, my promise is still valid. As long as you stop your students from condensing ghosts now, I can still send out the anti-virtual liquid."

The envoy once again extended an olive branch. If the old dean is pushed into a hurry, it is still possible to keep one or two of them. For any force, king-level masters are precious, even if the family has a big business. The Light Cult will not give up easily, even if he is an incomplete King of Heaven.

"Hmph~ Do you think there is still room for us to turn around now? Destroy my college, slaughter my teachers and students, this enmity is irreconcilable, old man Bihai will make you pay the price in blood."

The old dean's eyes shed crystal clear tears of blood, and a monstrous hatred surged into the clouds like waves.

"What are you waiting for, kill~"

(End of this chapter)