Chapter 310 I Did It

"Come on, do you really think I'm afraid of you!?"

Feng Jianxiu let out a sharp roar, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, turning into a bright sword light dozens of feet long, and slashed towards the huge palm print.

"Boom!!!"

A loud noise sounded, and the two Jindan realm cultivators attacked with all their strength, with amazing power. The broken sword light and palm wind flew everywhere, and many cultivators who were fighting fiercely nearby could not dodge in time, and they were injured one after another. Several people were thrown out by this amazing force and hit the five-color light curtain with a bang.

"Old Zhuang, go outside and fight, take your dog life!" Feng Jianxiu frowned and flew out of the valley.

"Bitch, I'm going to take your head!" Zhuang Wuneng, who had decided to fight Feng Jianxiu to death, shouted and scolded loudly, and immediately followed up.

The two men cursed loudly and flew forward one after the other. Soon, the frightening spiritual power fluctuations and roaring sounds came from outside the valley. It seems that the two Jindan realm cultivators have already fought.

After seeing this scene, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, and he retreated a few steps without making a sound, and he was already close to the five-color light curtain.

At this time, the two foundation-building realm cultivators on both sides had been fighting fiercely. The strength of both sides was close, and almost everyone was injured. Several cultivators had already fallen, but they didn't even have time to pick up the storage bags, and they continued to fight with red eyes.

In such a big melee, if you are not careful, you will give others an opportunity to take advantage of you, and a hundred years of cultivation will be lost in one day.

"Ah~"

A shrill scream came, and the woman surnamed Chen, who had the lowest cultivation, struggled for a long time with the help of the other White Tiger Sect cultivators. Finally, someone seized the opportunity and cut off her right arm with a knife. The blade was deeply embedded in her body, and then she was kicked away with a kick.

Blood rain fell, and the woman flew more than ten feet like a broken sack, and fell not far from Zhan Nianchuan with a snap.

Although she still had a breath at this time, Zhan Nianchuan knew that she would die in less than half a cup of tea, because not only was her body almost broken in half, but the sword energy in her body had destroyed all her internal organs and blood vessels, and even her Dantian Qi Sea was shattered. Even the gods could not save her.

The one who killed her was a sturdy man with a long sword in his hand and a face full of flesh. He shook the blood beads on the sword, laughed at Zhan Nianchuan who was standing next to the woman, and pounced on another battle group.

Zhan Nianchuan looked very calm. He understood the sturdy man's intention, but he didn't care. Instead, he calmly watched the battle group and analyzed the chances of victory for both sides.

After dozens of breaths, Zhan Nianchuan looked at the woman who had no life, sighed, and put away her storage bag and magic tools.

Then, one of his palms glowed with spiritual light and quickly pressed towards the five-color light curtain.

In his observation just now, he found that no matter whether it was the collision of the cultivators' bodies or the slashing of the swords and swords, there was no reaction from the five-color light curtain.

This means that the light curtain is purely defensive in nature and can be touched boldly.

Although his attainments in formations are almost non-existent, he still wants to try to break the formation and get the holy object inside that is full of life and protected by such a powerful ban.

And what he is now using is a method of breaking the formation recorded in the formation books of the Xuanyu Sect cultivators. By feeling the subtle changes in the spiritual power in various parts of the formation, the nodes and weak points of the formation can be distinguished.

Pressing his hand on the five-color light curtain, Zhan Nianchuan silently felt the subtle changes in the spiritual power fluctuations above, trying his best to break the formation.

Soon, a cup of tea passed.

Zhan Nianchuan has touched and sensed an area of ​​10 feet in radius, but has not gained anything. He dejectedly found that the spiritual power fluctuations on the light curtain are very balanced, and there are no obvious weaknesses, which makes him completely at a loss as to how to start.

At this time, the fight between the two sides became more and more brutal. Originally, there were more than 20 people fighting each other, but now only 10 people are still fighting each other. However, in Zhan Nianchuan's opinion, the monks of Qiandao Sect have already gained a clear upper hand. Unless the monks of Baihu Sect have some powerful back-up, Baihu Sect will lose in a quarter of an hour at most.

In the distance, the fight between the two Jindan Realm monks was still fierce. Both sides used all their means, and the forbidden formation was trembling slightly. You can imagine the terrifying power of their magic.

Seeing this, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, and he realized that he was in extreme danger. No matter which side won, he would be immediately liquidated.

So he moved his hand away from the five-color light curtain, took out a green jade bottle, and then quietly opened the bottle cap, and a colorless and odorless gas immediately gushed out.

Everyone in the audience was fighting desperately, and no one paid attention to the actions of a small monk of the sixth level of Qi Condensation. In their opinion, this was an insignificant little character, and it was easy to kill him.

Zhan Nianchuan carefully used his magic power to control the flow of the gas, gathering it around the people who were fighting fiercely. However, this was not easy, because the people were fighting too fiercely, and sometimes the gas was dispersed by the turbulent wind before it got close to them.

After half a cup of tea, Zhan Nianchuan let out a long sigh, convinced that everyone present had been infected with the poison he got from the Qingyu Boat, but he was not sure about the specific effect, after all, those who could fight until now were all cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, and there were even four cultivators in the great perfection.

After taking the antidote obtained from Liu Weimao and his son, seeing that the poison had not yet taken effect, Zhan Nianchuan tried to break the five-color light curtain again.

This time he decided to take a little risk. After all, according to the formation book, to break the formation, one must first break through it, so that the weaknesses of the formation can be found through the changes in the formation.

Taking a deep breath, Zhan Nianchuan looked solemn, and slapped the five-color light curtain with one palm, but he did not hold out much hope. After all, even the attack of the late foundation-building cultivator did not cause any obvious reaction from the formation.

"Bang!"

As Zhan Nianchuan expected, the five-color light curtain did not react at all, not even a tremor.

Zhan Nianchuan frowned slightly, and immediately mobilized all his magic power. The spiritual light on his palm shone brightly, and there was a faint five-color light flowing, and he slapped the five-color light curtain with one palm.

To his surprise, there was no sound, and after feeling a slight obstruction, his palm easily passed through the five-color light curtain.

Zhan Nianchuan was extremely surprised. When he was hesitating whether to continue to put his palm in, he heard a burst of exclamations:

"What's going on? Why is my magic power gone?"

"You damned bastards from the White Tiger Sect are so despicable!"

"You are talking nonsense! It was obviously you who did it!"

When the remaining seven people were accusing each other and were about to fight, a calm and indifferent voice sounded:

"Don't argue, I did it."