bookbashuk Chapter 63 Formation
Chapter 63 Formation
Zhang Lin did not take the hit head-on.
He moved with lightning speed, pushing his Wind Control Technique to its limit, transforming himself into a streak of green, dodging left and right on the official road.
The black flying swords pursued relentlessly, each strike faster than the last, grazing his robes with every single one.
While dodging, Zhang Lin secretly made arrangements.
He made a hand seal with his right hand, and six array flags flew out of his storage bag, silently landing in the soil on both sides of the official road.
The moment the array flag was buried, a flash of light appeared and disappeared without causing any fluctuation of spiritual energy.
This is his upgraded Trapping Array Flag, with a new feature that allows him to conceal spiritual energy fluctuations when setting up an array, making it undetectable to opponents.
The man in the black brocade robe clearly hadn't noticed.
Seeing that Zhang Lin was only trying to dodge, he sneered even more.
"With such meager skills, you dare offend the Zhou family?"
He made a hand seal with his right hand, and the black flying sword changed its momentum. It no longer went straight, but turned into a streak of black light, drawing an arc in the air and slashing at Zhang Lin from the side.
This sword strike was delivered at a tricky angle and with even greater speed.
With nowhere to dodge, Zhang Lin raised his hand and conjured a giant golden sword.
Golden Blade Technique - Greatsword.
A giant golden sword, over ten feet long, materialized in front of him, meeting the black flying sword.
"boom!"
The golden greatsword collided with the black flying sword, producing a tremendous roar.
The golden greatsword shattered, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated.
The black flying sword was also knocked back several feet, and the blood-red light on its blade dimmed a bit.
The man in the black brocade robe's expression changed slightly.
He never expected that Zhang Lin, a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, could block his sword strike.
"You do have some skill," the man in the black brocade robe sneered. "However, that's all it takes."
He took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and the black flying sword hovered in mid-air. The blood-red runes on the sword shone brightly, and the blood-red light surged like a tide.
A sharp killing intent emanated from the sword, enveloping an area of ten feet in radius.
Zhang Lin's gaze sharpened.
This sword strike was incredibly powerful.
If he were to take the hit head-on, even his Azure Scale Armor might not be able to withstand it.
But he did not back down.
Because this is the moment he wants.
The man in the black brocade robe focused all his attention on his flying sword, leaving no time for anything else.
This was the perfect opportunity for him to launch a trap.
Zhang Lin's right hand displayed the main flag of the trapping formation, while his left hand sent in a beam of spiritual light.
"rise!"
Six array flags lit up simultaneously, their spiritual light soaring into the sky, and an invisible barrier condensed above the official road.
They drew a circle on the ground and imprisoned themselves; the trap was already set.
The man in the black brocade robe's expression changed drastically.
He sensed the changes in the spiritual energy around him, but it was too late.
The trapping formation was activated, and thick fog surged out from the formation flags, instantly enveloping an area of ten zhang in radius.
The fog was so thick it was like syrup, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and no matter which direction you went, you would end up back where you started.
The black-robed man's spiritual sense was greatly suppressed in the mist. He could originally detect a radius of ten feet, but now he couldn't even detect a distance of three feet.
"An array?" The man in the black brocade robe asked, his voice tinged with surprise and anger. "When did you set it up?"
Before he finished speaking, a strange change suddenly occurred in the mist.
The fog churned, and figures appeared and disappeared in the distance.
Those figures were exactly the same as Zhang Lin, dressed in blue robes with long swords, their faces cold and stern, even their auras were identical.
The characteristic of the Fog-Hidden Killer is that it can create clones within the fog, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.
The man in the black brocade robe's pupils constricted. He scanned the area with his spiritual sense and discovered that these people all carried Zhang Lin's aura.
The spiritual energy fluctuations of each figure were exactly the same, as if each one was Zhang Lin himself.
"Playing tricks!" the man in the black brocade robe roared, his black flying sword sweeping across the nearest figure.
As the sword light flashed, the figure dissipated, turning into a cloud of mist, which then coalesced again, returning to its original state.
The man in the black brocade robe had a livid face.
These clones cannot be destroyed by severing them; they scatter and then reassemble. If he cannot find the true body, he can only passively take the beating.
"Come out!" the man in the black brocade robe roared. "What kind of skill is it to hide in the shadows?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a beam of green light shot out from the mist, aiming straight for his back.
Although the black-robed man's spiritual consciousness was suppressed, he was experienced in combat. Sensing danger, he turned around and his black flying sword met the blue light.
"Clang!" The Azure Sword was knocked back, and the man in the black brocade robe also staggered back several steps, the bluestone of the official road beneath his feet shattering under his feet.
He steadied himself and was about to counterattack when another invisible wind blade shot out from the side of the mist.
The man in the black brocade robe instinctively raised his protective inner energy to block the attack.
Just as they blocked the wind blade, the flying sword attack came again.
The Azure Gang Sword has the ability to cut through the air, increasing sword speed by 50% and cutting through the air silently.
At this moment, attacks came from all directions, each sword precisely targeting his vital points.
The man in the black brocade robe was struggling to keep up, his black flying sword blocking left and right. Although he managed to block each time, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him.
He was horrified.
This trapping formation not only suppresses spiritual consciousness but also amplifies the caster's offensive power.
Zhang Lin's presence was everywhere in the fog, so he had no idea where his opponent was and could only defend passively.
Each time he parries, he has to consume his true energy.
If this continues, we'll be worn down sooner or later.
The man in the black brocade robe gritted his teeth, took out a Qi-restoring pill from his storage bag, and swallowed it.
After the pill entered his stomach, his aura slowly increased, and his true energy recovered somewhat.
But this is not a long-term solution.
He needs to break through the formation.
Zhang Lin's true form was hidden at the edge of the mist. He used a third-level concealment technique to suppress his aura to the extreme, making him look like a stone, devoid of any life.
He observed coldly, merely using his sword to harass the enemy, without rushing to make a move.
The man in the black brocade robe was trapped in the formation, his spiritual sense was suppressed, and his clones and flying swords disrupted his judgment. The longer it went on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
But he also knew that although the trapping formation was ingenious, it could not hold someone's Qi cultivation for too long.
This move is mainly to force the opponent to reveal their hidden cards; if they don't reveal their cards, it will deplete their true energy.
The man in the black brocade robe slashed down several clones, none of which were Zhang Lin's true form. He had already figured out the reason.
The key to this formation lies in the battle flags.
Once the array flags are found and one or two are destroyed, the array will break on its own.
He closed his eyes, ignoring the clones, and focused solely on defending against the flying sword attacks, channeling his spiritual sense to probe the ground inch by inch.
Although spiritual consciousness is suppressed, it is not entirely useless.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and his gaze fell on a patch of ground about three zhang away to his left.
There, faint fluctuations of spiritual energy could be felt.
"Found it!"
The man in the black brocade robe raised his hand, and the black flying sword transformed into a streak of dark light, slashing towards the ground.
"clang!"
The Azure Gang Sword flew out from the mist, precisely blocking the black flying sword.
The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.
Zhang Lin emerged from the mist, his expression calm.
Although his trump card had not yet been revealed, he could no longer allow the man in the black brocade robe to continue searching for the battle flag.
"Finally willing to come out?" The man in the black brocade robe sneered, and his black flying sword slashed down again.
Zhang Lin did not take the hit head-on; instead, he swayed and disappeared into the ground.
Earth Escape Technique.
His figure disappeared into the soil, like a fish entering water, without a sound.
The man in the black brocade robe slashed at the ground with his sword, but the sword energy carved a three-foot-deep furrow in the ground, sending soil flying.
His expression changed, and he probed the ground with his spiritual sense, but he only sensed a blurry fluctuation of spiritual energy and could not pinpoint Zhang Lin's location at all.
This is the characteristic of the third-tier Earth Escape Technique: when it burrows into the soil, its aura merges with the earth, making it extremely difficult to track.
"You coward, all you do is hide!" the man in the black brocade robe cursed, his black flying sword slashing wildly across the ground, sword energy crisscrossing and dirt flying everywhere.
But Zhang Lin had already fled to another place.
He emerged from the ground three zhang away and raised his hand to unleash a burst of emerald green spiritual energy.