Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1289: One Sword Breaks the Array

Standing at the top of Lingyin Peak, the highest peak of Changtianmen, you can see the panoramic view of the entire Changtianmen.

Le Zheng Yuanqing still had an angry look on his face. He glanced at the peak where Lin Fan was, then turned around leisurely.

A few steps behind him, a man with a grimace mask and crooked hair stood with his fists clenched and his body straight, like a bow ready to be fired.

Although he was not short, he was at a disadvantage for no reason because he was standing on a downhill slope.

If Lin Fan were also there, he would definitely applaud the correctness of his intuition - the administrator in the library who only slept and did not do his job all day long was indeed a big shot.

"Who are you?" A muffled voice came from under the mask.

One can tell at a glance outside the library that this person is dangerous.

But when did such a person appear in this world?

Le Zheng Yuanqing was not the kind of person who would follow a question and answer in a proper manner, so he asked him back, "You were the one who created the barrier that isolates the ancient world."

"Boom" a loud noise.

The entire Changtian Gate was shaking.

"What's going on?" Antonio's first reaction was to rush over to protect Lin Fan. Even though he had experienced many big scenes, he was still shocked by this one. "Isn't this place suspended in mid-air? How can there be an earthquake?"

Lin Fan had a hunch that something was wrong. This was much more serious than the noise she had caused when she triggered the mountain gate formation earlier.

She threw off the quilt and lay down, but her legs were still weak, so she sat on her feet and couldn't get up.

"Oh, my lady!" Antonio had just walked away for two steps when he came back and carried the girl back. "Lie down, lie down, I'll go out and take a look. Lie down well!"

Lin Fan took out the Lingxi II and stuffed it into his hand. "Be careful, take this."

"What is this?" Antonio fiddled with it.

Lin Fan took out the Lingxi 1st generation again, clicked it a few times, and both sides showed the voice call mode.

Antonio smiled: "You even figured out how to use a mobile phone, that's amazing! Okay, I'll go first, you just lie down and listen to the live broadcast."

As he said that, he shook the Lingxi in his hand at Lin Fan and ran away, not forgetting to close the door.

Lingyin Peak.

Green gold runes spread out out of thin air on the top of the mountain, instantly wrapping around the clouds and rocks like a spider web.

The ghost-faced man's fingertips swept across the void, and the gaudy ghost mask reflected a strange red light.

The heavily colored mask looks particularly strange on this solemn mountain top, as if it were a ghost that had escaped from an ancient book in the Changtianmen Library and accidentally intruded.

The mountains within a radius of dozens of miles are completely covered by a layer of translucent glazed barrier.

Billions of tiny cyan-gold runes flowed on the wall of the barrier, completely isolating the screams of birds outside the peak and the whistling of the forest wind, leaving only the two people confronting each other silently inside the barrier.

"Who are you?!" The voice came through the mask, as cold and hard as the friction of metal.

He waved his narrow sleeves, and dozens of deep grooves appeared on the ground. Countless blue-gold formation flags broke out of the ground.

The star pattern painted on the flag cast a swaying light and shadow within the barrier. Three hundred and sixty killing formations were linked together in the blink of an eye, and a righteous and sharp aura filled the air.

The bulging eyeballs on the mask swayed slightly as he moved, but the shadows in the holes remained as solid as ink, without any sign of emotion.

The air was filled with a murderous aura like a sea of blood and corpses.

The temperature of the air in the barrier suddenly rose, as if the air was dyed with surging fire.

Le Zhengyuanqing took a step forward, and the bluestone ground shattered into powder.

The seven-foot-long sword that appeared out of thin air at his hand made a deafening buzzing sound, and the red tassels on the sword were lifted up by the violent spiritual power, like a burning fire snake.

"The ruthless way?" Le Zhengyuanqing's angry expression suddenly revealed a strange smile, showing his white teeth, and the rage in his eyes almost solidified into substance, "The foundation of the way laid by the blood of my loved ones, I wonder if you have ever heard someone crying in your ear in the dead of night..."

"Noisy!"

The two words were almost squeezed out from between teeth, and the jawline under the grimace mask was stretched tight.

Before he finished his words, a cyan-gold lightning shot out from the sleeve of the formation cultivator. It was a lightning bolt containing strong energy. If an ordinary cultivator who was undergoing tribulation was hit by it, he would be struck to death.

But Le Zheng Yuanqing just raised his wrist lazily, and the red sword drew a half arc in front of him.

The cyan-gold lightning struck the sword arc and melted away like an ice cube thrown into a sea of fire, without even blowing away a strand of hair on his temples.

The ghost-faced man looked at Le Zheng Yuanqing's angry and sarcastic face. He said nothing but seemed to have said everything. The pupils under the mask shrank slightly.

He gathered his mind and quickly made hand gestures with his fingertips. The bulging eyeballs on the mask seemed to turn half a circle, and nine layers of black ice shields immediately appeared in front of him. Each shield condensed with the cold air of ten thousand year old black ice, which was enough to freeze the spiritual power of an ordinary cultivator undergoing tribulation.

But the swordsman did not change his moves at all, and the long sword slashed down with a sharp roar that could tear through the void.

The red sword light was like a falling sun, and the Nine-Layered Mysterious Ice Shield exploded into icy mist the moment it came into contact with the sword. Even the three star formation flags at the back were shattered by the aftermath.

The Ghost-Faced Man was frightened, but he did not dare to stop and quickly formed seals with his hands.

The whole mountain suddenly shook violently, and from the deep cracks in the ground gushed out a clear, cyan-gold light like a spring, transforming into thousands of guardian birds with shining wings, which swooped down madly towards Le Zheng Yuanqing.

These divine birds condensed by the formation cried and spread their sharp wings, but when they came within three feet of the sword cultivator, they were burned to ashes by the angry flames rising from his body, without even a trace of smoke left.

"Too slow." Le Zheng Yuanqing's voice was filled with thunderous rage, and the long sword was sent out lightly.

There was no skill in that sword move; it was just an explosion of pure rage and sword intent compressed to the extreme.

The space within the barrier was twisted into ripples by this seemingly effortless sword move, and even the solid ground was disturbed.

Le Zhengyuan lightly raised the tip of his sword, and a piece of the tip of the formation flag closest to him was suddenly cut off.

The flag caught fire the moment it slid down, igniting the thousand-year-old lightning-struck wooden pillars.

The core of the defensive formation was like a punctured paper lantern. It made a series of crisp cracking sounds and collapsed with a loud bang.

The eyes behind the ghost mask trembled slightly as the array base collapsed, a look of panic flashed across his eyes, and the fingers that were as steady as a rock trembled for the first time.

He tried to detonate the ultimate killing formation hidden in the belly of the mountain, but was pierced by the sword energy from Le Zheng Yuanqing.

A sword mark about ten feet wide stretched from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and all the formation bases along the way were completely burned by the scorching sword intent.

When the red sword light attacked again, it pointed directly at the natal formation plate sacrificed by the ghost-faced man.

The powerful sword energy carried a destructive aura that seemed to be able to turn everything into dust.

The Ghost-Faced Man felt a sense of crisis and hurriedly put away the formation plate in front of him and casually cast another line of defense to resist.

But the sword energy was too violent, and it rushed through the defense as if there was no one around, and hit the ghost mask on his face.

The fancy ghost face mask was finally pierced by a crack and then shattered into pieces.

The sword stopped in front of his throat, and the hot sword energy made his messy hair curl up.

Zhen Xiu looked at Le Zhengyuanqing's dark eyes burning with anger, and for the first time in Wuqingdao's state of mind, he tasted the taste of "despair".

"You are not from this world." The formation cultivator said affirmatively.

Le Zhengyuan's eyelids drooped slightly, and the sword in his hand disappeared into thin air.

"You, too."

The mountain breeze outside the barrier was still warm, but everything in Lingyin Peak that was full of natural beauty had been turned to charcoal. Only the afterglow of the red sword light still spoke of the unrivaled edge of the Angry Sword.