The Path to Becoming Immortal

Ning Ping had some understanding of this kind of battle formation. The Yun family's battle camp was good at this technique.

He had participated in it himself and had quite a lot of experience in it.

It was indeed very difficult for an individual to face a battle formation, but it was not without its shortcomings.

The most feared thing about this kind of battle formation combined attack technique was the loss of combat personnel.

Some battle formations would collapse if one person was lost.

And what he needed to do was to find a breakthrough point. As long as the gap was opened, the entire battle formation would collapse.

After understanding the trick, Ning Ping smiled slightly, and the Xuanyue Sword was also caught in his palm with a flip of his hand.

"Cut..."

With a light shout from his mouth, the Xuanyue Sword, which was integrated with the formation pattern, chopped down at one of them.

"Bang... Dang..."

The Xuanyue Sword hit the huge light shield with amazing defensive power, and then chopped on the round mirror, making a harsh roar.

The power of the Xuanyue Sword also spread rapidly on the giant shield.

"Hmph..." The monk behind the round mirror was also thrown back by this terrifying blow.

"Hah!" At the same time, a shout was heard from all around.

At this time, not only the monk who was chopped was thrown back, but all sixty-four people retreated quickly, but the connection between them still firmly bound everyone and did not collapse.

"It's really strong enough!"

Ning Ping looked at the monk formation that was expanding suddenly, but it still looked unbreakable, and praised sincerely.

Just as Ning Ping continued to think about how to try, he suddenly looked up and looked forward.

The monk who had just been hit by him was staring at him coldly at this time, and his whole body was surging.

In the spiritual consciousness, he saw a stream of Yuanli, from other monks in all directions, constantly flowing to this monk.

Then a dazzling light arrow was quickly condensed.

After a slight feeling, the terrifying power emanating from the light arrow was far beyond the attack of an ordinary Mahayana cultivator.

At this moment, Ning Ping suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was being stared at by countless eyes from all directions, so that even if he was in the formation, he had nowhere to escape.

With this thought, Ning Ping immediately moved his feet and disappeared in a flash.

"As a rebel of the Holy Land, do you think you can escape the judgment of my holy light?"

At the moment when he left, as the other party's voice came, Ning Ping also clearly felt the mocking meaning at the corner of the other party's mouth.

Sure enough, even if he dodged, the feeling of being locked in by people's eyes still existed.

During the scrutiny, round mirrors appeared faintly on all sides of him, and his figure was in them.

At this moment, the attack in front of the cultivator just now finally condensed and completed, and his hands pushed forward violently.

"Swoosh..."

With a light sound, a light arrow several feet long flew out of his hand.

As soon as the light arrow left, it flashed and flew straight towards Ning Ping who was hiding in the formation.

Ning Ping's heart moved, and his feet moved quickly in the formation again.

But no matter how he moved, the light arrow seemed to have identified him and chased him closely.

It had the momentum of not giving up until it missed a hit.

"Hmph..."

After changing his position several times in a row, Ning Ping hummed secretly, and immediately mobilized the formation with a thought.

For a moment, a formation shield condensed behind him.

"Boom..."

With a violent roar, the entire formation shook violently.

But under this impact, the formation shield cracked, and the light arrow was slightly less powerful but still stabbed forward.

Ning Ping frowned slightly, waved the Xuanyue Sword in his hand, and a sword and sword energy poured out one after another.

With the sword as the skeleton, the sword energy was running through it, and the sword shield was condensed in an instant.

"Boom..."

The whole sword shield was deeply sunken, and it was constantly confronting the powerful light arrow.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The sharp tip of the light arrow constantly exuded a sharp momentum, and the powerful power stirred up waves of visible ripples.

It pierced into the sword shield inch by inch.

"Crackling..."

There was also a harsh friction between the arrow tip and the sword shield.

"Puff..."

In the end, the sword shield still couldn't resist the piercing of the light arrow, and it flashed towards Ning Ping again.

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes condensed fiercely, and he punched out with a punch that had been prepared long ago.

I saw that there was a solid shield wrapped on the fist, which was his own Dongxu Shield, and he also took advantage of the gap just now to draw a formation pattern and merge it into it.

"Boom..."

The fist slammed into the light arrow, and a powerful force exploded instantly, echoing throughout the formation.

This huge momentum made Hu Buwei and Hong Shi, who were fighting in the distance, turn their heads and look back at the same time.

Even Zhao Ming, who was fighting with them, took the time to look over.

Ning Ping was completely wrapped in a ball of light, and a fierce roar came out from it.

"Hua La~!"

After a while, the powerful fight also had a result, and the light dissipated.

Ning Ping took a step forward, and walked out without any damage.

"Hmph"

Zhao Ming in the distance narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, and his mind became more determined to take Ning Ping down.

"Not bad! But it's still a little short of suppressing me!"

While speaking, Ning Ping's body also quickly adjusted his breath and recovered. This series of actions consumed a huge amount of internal energy.

Just now, he just wanted to try out the power of the opponent's attack so that he could have a better idea.

So he didn't use the Tongtian Fist, and only relied on his physical strength and the Void Shield to take it.

With this attempt, he found that if the terrifying light arrow had not been weakened, he would probably be seriously injured if he took the attack.

This was the first time he felt threatened after breaking through to the late stage of fusion.

"Hmph, so what if you blocked a blow! Let's see how many times you can take it!"

While speaking, the sixty-four surrounding cultivators began to surge with energy again. It seemed that he should be the leader of this group of cultivators.

In front of the monk who was speaking, another arrow of light began to condense quickly.

Ning Ping saw this, but a smile flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Hu Buwei's battle group inadvertently.

Not long after, the arrow of light arrived again as promised.

Ning Ping's figure flashed, and he kept moving through the formation again, and swords and shields condensed behind him.

He kept consuming the power of the arrows of light following behind him.