Mortal Mage

On the bluestone ground, a line like a coiled snake alternated between vertical and horizontal directions, finally converging on a neatly arranged rune.

"Try to cut the transparent chain."

Zhang Mingxuan had a smile on his face, full of confidence. He didn't fully understand the formation, but for him, short-circuiting the formation was a piece of cake.

Dang Nanzhi half-believed and half-doubted as he shouted to the fifty or sixty people still alive beside him, "Cut the chains!"

Li Xucheng smiled contemptuously and was about to charge into the formation again, but with a "clang" sound, the illusory transparent chain was shattered by Dang Nanzhi's light sword.

Then the entire trap in the courtyard collapsed, and the runes on the ground instantly dimmed.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Li Xucheng roared in shock and stabbed with his sword again.

This time, the remaining fifty or sixty Lingyu Guards in the formation attacked together. Only the sounds of "ping pong pong" and "ding ding dang dang" of weapons colliding could be heard. Then the Lingyu Guards used all kinds of dazzling moves to coordinate with each other inside and outside, attacking from the front and back.

This group of Lingyu Guards were all veterans who had fought on the battlefield for many years. Fifty or sixty of them fought against Li Xucheng together. There was no flaw between them. During the fight, Li Xucheng retreated again and again.

"I am at the third level of Qi Refining! How can I die like this!"

He shouted angrily, and threw another pill from the ring in his hand, swallowed it, and then suddenly exerted force, and his moves and reactions increased by more than twice in an instant. He was able to resist the simultaneous attack of fifty or sixty people alone, and forced the Lingyu Guards to retreat step by step!

"This is unscientific!" Zhang Mingxuan was stunned. "Is this still a human being?"

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Li Xucheng used a series of killing moves. He stabbed out with three swords, and three more small flags of the Feather Guard fell in a pool of blood. His white pajamas were already stained red with blood.

The crowd had already cornered Li Xucheng without any resistance, and now three of his brothers had died. Dang Nanzhi's eyes flashed with ferocity, he gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Brothers! Retreat!"

Then the Feather Guards quickly dispersed and fled in all directions.

"Master Zhang! I'm sorry! We can't win!"

Dang Nanzhi fought and retreated from Zhang Mingxuan.

In the blink of an eye, the yard was clear of all but thirty or forty corpses.

With a "bang", Li Xucheng jumped to Zhang Mingxuan's side with a sword in hand. "Master Zhang, you are the reformer, and I am the ups and downs of the world. There are so many officials in the palace, but you don't investigate them, and you insist on seeking death here!"

As Li Xucheng spoke, the green sword in his hand stabbed forward like a full moon bow.

"and many more……"

Zhang Mingxuan tapped his foot lightly, and half of the spirit stone was stuck into a gap in the floor tiles under his feet.

The trapped array suddenly shone brightly.

Then with a "clang" sound, Li Xucheng's sword was just two fingers away from Zhang Mingxuan, as if it had hit an iron plate.

"I forgot to tell you that I can make this formation short-circuit or open."

Li Xucheng didn't understand what Zhang Mingxuan meant at all.

Zhang Mingxuan stood outside the trap and circled around Li Xucheng, then shouted to the outside of the room, "Dang Baihu, don't run, I've caught him."

Dang Nanzhi, who had retreated a few meters away from the door, heard Zhang Mingxuan's cry in the yard. He thought it was a call for help, but he sounded relaxed in his tone, so he slowed down his pace. He then found that Li Xucheng did not rush out, so he stopped a group of small flags and looked back tentatively.

Li Xucheng in the courtyard looked pale, his hands trembling, and he shouted in astonishment, "It's impossible! It's impossible! This formation has been passed down from generation to generation in my family! It's flawless!"

"Okay, stop yelling."

Zhang Mingxuan rubbed the wound on his shoulder, and then rubbed the wound on his leg. "Tell me, how much silver did you embezzle during your years as the Minister of Revenue?"

"I'm devoted to my work, how could I be corrupt?"

Li Xucheng's face twitched constantly and he roared at Zhang Mingxuan.

"Give me the storage ring."

"Daydreaming!"

"Where do you get so many idioms from, old man? Hurry up, or the Feather Guards will torture you later."

Zhang Mingxuan needs to give Li Si an explanation for this matter, and the explanation can only be Li Xucheng's storage ring.