Chapter 408: Big Tortoise Formation

  Chapter 408 Big Tortoise Shell Formation

  Mo Fan quickly ran the Soul Cultivation Sutra, clearly aware of the throbbing feeling in his heart, concentrated his true energy, and quickly thought about how to escape from the hands of this fifth-rank Martial Emperor.

  But Han Sen would not give him another chance to think about it. He was very upset that he couldn't kill a third-rank Martial King with one blow.

  If the other three saw it, they might even be ridiculed.

   With a cold snort, he turned over and kicked the handle of the dead flag with an extremely graceful posture.

  The flag of death raised dust all over the sky, like an arrow from the string, it came straight to Mo Fan's face.

  Mo Fan only felt that his whole body was locked by an air machine, and it was difficult to perform the Wind and Thunder Step under his feet, as if he was nailed to the ground.

   Already locked!

   Mo Fan gritted his teeth, and his whole body erupted with zhenqi, and a burst of energy that was so powerful that it was not in the realm of a Martial King spewed out.

  The handprints condensed, and a high-spirited dragon chant pierced Qiong Xiao!

  Capture the dragon!

  The golden dragon is nearly a hundred feet long, and it is as vivid as it is real.

   This is the first time Mo Fan has used it with all his strength. The peak Dragon Capturing Hand is displayed with his third-rank Martial King's cultivation base, which is comparable to the Martial King's powerhouse!

   Seeing the golden dragon appear, Han Sen was slightly surprised, and quickly made a few handprints.

  I saw that the flag of death was rising against the wind, and it suddenly increased to dozens of times, and it was also seventy or eighty feet in size.

  Combined with the huge flag, the size is even more amazing, overwhelming!

  The Baizhang Golden Dragon rubbed its body, wrapped the death flag tightly, and entangled it tightly!

  The sharp energy on the flag of death burst out in all directions, cutting countless gaps in the dragon's body.

  The terrifying qi collision produced a piercing noise of metal cutting, which made people's eardrums hurt.

  At this moment, all the talents in Kong Kong could barely arrive, feeling the tyrannical energy collision, no one dared to step forward to join the battle.

   I'm afraid that a breath of leakage will cut them down in half.

  But they were also relieved. Banner Emperor, one of the Four Emperors, finally arrived in time to intercept Mo Fan.

   There will be other Martial Emperors arriving one after another. At that time, even if Mo Fan defies the sky and resists the Banner Emperor with the power of the formation, he will only end in defeat in the end.

  There is an insurmountable gap between the strength of the third-rank Martial King and the fifth-rank Martial Emperor, and Han Sen's martial arts are not rotten street garbage.

   Under the collision of the two, Mo Fan had the upper hand.

  He knew that in just two more breaths, the golden dragon would be shattered by the banner.

   Sure enough, after two breaths, the flag of death trembled, and the sharp energy erupted more strongly, and the hundred-foot-long true energy golden dragon was cut into countless pieces and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

  Dead Banner continued to attack Mo Fan.

   But Mo Fan is not afraid, he sent out the dragon capture hand to hinder the arrival of the death flag, as long as he is entangled, this time is enough!

  Waving his hands lightly, a crystal clear three-foot-long writing brush appeared in his hand. It was the Zhenyuan brush, which originally belonged to Kong Kong.

  Kongkong was captured, Lin Yang Yaosheng fled, and this artifact that served the formation masters naturally fell into the hands of Mo Qingkuang.

  Looking at the Zhenyuan brush that Mo Fan took out and waved like an arm, Kong Kong in the distance canthus cracked, wishing to bite his teeth into pieces.

  Lang Hao swayed, and the pen obediently drew a circle on Mo Fan's hand, and countless dharma seals scattered like dots of stars.

   Then Mo Fan threw the Zhenyuan pen into the air in a flash.

  The Zhenyuan pen was suspended in mid-air and spun wildly, and a strong aura wave spread.

  The stars in the space are connected to each other one by one.

  Finally, with Mo Fan's "rise", they converged into the shape of a tortoise shell!

  The dots composed of countless seals are connected into lines, then outlined into surfaces, and finally formed!

   It is getting more solid and thicker!

  The flag of death struck, and the sharp tip of the flag pierced fiercely on the turtle shell!

"Ding!"

   There was no breakthrough as imagined, but it was firmly resisted and bounced away a moment later!

  Han Sen flew to hold the bounced death flag in his hand, and his murderous aura, which was so thick that it was almost substantive, was firmly locked on the translucent tortoise shell that had completely covered Mo Fan and Han Shu Mo Yuntian.

   "Big tortoise shell formation?"

  Kong Kong and others also recognized it, the giant tortoise shell formation with the strongest defense among the seventh-rank spiritual formations!

  Imitates the tortoise shell pattern of Xuanwu, only extracts its defensive ability, without any attack characteristics, solid defense, as long as the supply of aura is sufficient, even the seventh and eighth rank Martial Emperor powerhouses will have to spend a lot of effort to break through.

  Seeing that Han Sen's face was extremely gloomy, Kong Kong quickly reminded: "Senior Banner Emperor, please attack as much as you want, this formation consumes a lot of energy, and the spirit stones on his body are limited, so he can't hold you a few times!"

  Hearing Kong Kong's reminder, Han Sen gave him a cold look, his blood-red eyes were lifeless, and he couldn't help shivering when he saw Kong Kong.

  Nodding slightly, Han Sen raised his true energy again, and the death flag in his hand spun rapidly under the control of true energy.

  The flag on the flagpole was gathered together by this violent rotation and fit on the flagpole.

  At this moment, from a distance, the flag of death looks like a spear, and the tip of the flag is the tip of the spear that is invincible!

  The aura quickly gathered, and the golden light on the tip of the spear became more and more prosperous, dazzling.

   Mo Fan in the big tortoise shell formation was not idle either, he stuffed a few more recovery pills indiscriminately, and started to condense the seal again

  Kong Kong is right. The spirit stones he has stored on him have long since bottomed out. The big tortoise formation is just a paper tiger, and it can't withstand Han Sen's attack at all.

  But he will not give up, there is no spirit stone, there is a spirit array, right?

  A seven-rank spirit-gathering array is worth millions of spirit stones, and it can form a cycle of its own to ensure the operation of the giant tortoise shell array!

  Dharma seals were sprinkled, the spirit-gathering array took shape, and Mo Fan's speed was as fast as a centimeter!

  With the assistance of the system, almost every formation seems to have been arranged thousands of times.

  The aura around it began to gather crazily, forming a storm of aura and infusing it into the big tortoise shell formation.

   Seeing this, Kong Kong yelled: "No! He is setting up a seventh-rank spirit gathering formation! Senior Han Sen, please act as soon as possible!"

   "If he completes the aura cycle, it will be troublesome!"

  Empty's eager urging stopped in Han Sen's ears. Although it was a bit annoying, it made sense.

  Han Sen's long-prepared flag gun has rotated to the point where only one line can be seen clearly, and the heat generated by the violent rotation in space even rubbed a little spark.

  He stood in a bow shape, raised his fist from a distance, and punched hard at the tail of the spinning flag gun!

  He didn't punch straight, but added rotation again. The moment he touched the tail of the flag gun, he even twisted his fist and arm!

  The spiral power undoubtedly strengthened the rotation of the flag gun again, and it burst out like a streamer.

  The tyrannical sharpness and outrageous speed cut a broken pattern in the space.

   The tip of the flag gun stabbed fiercely on the translucent tortoise shell amidst the lightning and flint!

   This attack gathered Han Sen's strongest attack skills, comparable to high-level Martial Emperors!

  (end of this chapter)