Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Lu Ning raised his right hand, grabbed a piece of material and refined it in his palm, trying hard to recall how the peach blossoms around Jiang Han appeared, wanting to understand something from it.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the fact was that the reckless man's attainments in formation were so powerful that he couldn't even understand it.

As long as one can learn a little bit of the spiritual essence of this incredible formation method, it will be enough for one to take a big step forward in the art of formation!

In the outside world, everyone watched Lu Ning standing in a beam of pink light. He first threw the storage ring to Jiang Han, then clenched his fists and waved them left and right, his eyes closed, his face sometimes ferocious, sometimes unwilling.

Jiang Han took out the materials from the other party's storage ring, glanced at them casually, and then threw them aside.

Then he raised his hand and clenched it, and the pink color around him disappeared instantly. Lu Ning paused and opened his eyes blankly. As soon as he came to his senses, he heard a sentence that almost made him collapse.

"You used such excellent materials to turn them into a bunch of useless seventh-order formations. You really are..."

Before Jiang Han finished speaking, two deafening words echoed in Lu Ning's heart:

waste!

He is a waste!

"puff--!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Lu Ning covered his chest and took a few steps back. Then his feet slipped and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

How is this possible? How is this possible?

How could Jiang Han set up a formation? How could he set up such a powerful formation?

The illusion array made it impossible for him to detect anything unusual. Everything seemed so real. Even though he knew it was an illusion, he had no way to escape its influence.

Such powerful force can only be achieved by at least an eighth-grade high-grade formation, or even a ninth-grade formation!

A formation master who could create such a formation with a wave of his hand must be at least at the peak of the eighth rank, and about to break through to the ninth rank! !

But Jiang Han was just a swordsman who had only been active for three years. How could he possibly do that? How could he possibly do that?

Could it be that there really is someone so talented that he can become an eighth-grade peak formation master in just three years?

"I do not believe!"

Lu Ning roared, pointing at Jiang Han and shouting in a trembling voice:

"It must be a magic weapon. You must have used the power of some magic weapon!!!"

As soon as he shouted it out, Lu Ning regretted it. Is there any magic weapon in this world that can arrange an eighth-level high-grade formation by itself?

Not to mention the eighth grade, I have never even heard of a magic weapon that can change the properties of a formation!

Lu Ning's mind was trembling, a strong wind blew above the lake of his heart, and the leaves of the Dao Heart Green Lotus danced wildly, as if they were about to collapse in the next moment.

At this moment, he felt the greatest despair in his life.

The formation he was most proud of was the one he had practiced and improved for hundreds of years.

The seventh-level killing formation that he had painstakingly spent ten days to carefully set up was snatched away by a junior who had practiced for several years and was played with in his hands like dough.

Is this really something a human can do?!

Such a horrifying scene even frightened Mo Qiu Shuang so much that his heart trembled slightly.

She had originally thought of rescuing Jiang Han when he was in a losing position, but unexpectedly, the first one to fall was Lu Ning!

Moreover, she couldn't even figure out the method of stealing the formation and transforming it silently.

"Impossible, it's an illusion, all this is an illusion!"

Lu Ning's mind trembled violently, his pupils quivered, and he shouted hoarsely: "This elder is a seventh-level formation master. You can't move my formation, you can't change my formation!!"

This huge gap, as well as the strange looks around him, almost made him collapse mentally, and he even forgot his previous idea of ​​wanting to learn a little bit of the charm of the formation from Jiang Han.

Now, he just wants to correct all of this, just want to change his image in the eyes of his peers, just want to preserve his reputation for life.

"You little idiot who only knows how to use illusions, if you have the guts, remove the illusions and fight me openly!!"

I am a seventh-level formation master who has worked my way up step by step. How could I possibly be defeated by a junior who has practiced Taoism for more than ten years?

It shouldn't be like this!

It can’t be like this!!!

The seventh-level formation master is the strongest!

"Fellow Daoist Lu, look at your fragile Dao heart. It's just a few twists and turns, and you can't bear it?"

The lingering sound echoed, and Jiang Han took a step forward. Immediately, dozens of square runes, each several feet in size, appeared where he stepped, spinning rapidly under his feet.

At the same time, he clenched his right hand, and a pink peach blossom appeared out of thin air, slowly blooming from his palm.

He looked at Lu Ning, who was almost collapsed, and said lightly:

"In that case, I will show you what a true formation is."

As soon as he finished speaking, the peach blossom hanging in his palm shook all over, and the pink petals spread in all directions also vibrated violently.

The next moment, golden rays of light tore through the pink outer layer and burst out violently from the petals. The terrifying murderous intent swept across all directions, tearing apart the fresh fragrance that filled the field!

Crazy murderous intent swept across the world, and the illusion array instantly turned into a terrifyingly murderous golden killing array.

A sharper aura than before surged out from the formation, shocking the people watching the battle around and making them all retreat. Lu Ning was so frightened that his eyes became blank and his whole body trembled. In an instant, his heart of Tao was filled with dense and tiny cracks.

Golden light filled the sky, tearing through fine cracks in space. This aura was at least ten times more powerful than the seventh-level Golden Evil Soul-Exterminating Formation!

Jiang Han stood in mid-air, the center of the formation under his feet spinning wildly, golden light flowing, and a huge golden sword quickly condensed in front of his eyes.

When this sword appeared, all the sharp energy in the formation was concentrated on the tip of the sword, and all the power of the entire formation was concentrated on this sword.

As soon as it took shape, the golden sword rushed out like an arrow, aiming directly at the center of the eyebrows of Lu Ning who was lying on the ground.

"Shh!"

Wherever the golden sword passed, a long black crack was drawn in the air, running across the sky and instantly arriving in front of Lu Ning.

At this moment, Lu Ning's eyes widened to the limit, bloodshot, and filled with horror.

He took a deep breath, kicked the ground with his feet, and frantically scratched the ground with his hands, trying desperately to dodge.

But the golden sword was too fast. Almost as soon as he moved, the tip of the sword rapidly enlarged in his pupils and suddenly hit him half an inch away from his eyebrows.

The golden light and black lines quickly brushed past his scalp, and after the cold touch, there was an icy chill that made him shiver all over.

"boom--!"

The loud noise coming from behind made Lu Ning freeze in place, not daring to move.

He stared in horror at the tip of the sword that was emitting golden energy. His trembling eyes swept across the black line above his head. His Adam's apple rolled, his whole body trembled, and his mind was completely enveloped by the breath of death.

There was no pain, only a cold scalp. He didn't dare to think about what it was and almost collapsed with fear.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, how does my gold-attribute killing formation compare to yours?"

A hundred feet above, Jiang Han held a three-inch golden sword in his hand. His whole body exuded an unparalleled sharp aura. Just one glance at it made people's eyes feel as if they were being cut by a knife, stinging them with unbearable pain.

Lu Ning suddenly closed his eyes to avoid the sharp attack, but his eyes were still sore and tears flowed out. But even so, he didn't dare to move.

Jiang Han stepped down from the air, raised his hand, and a jade slip flew out from Lu Ning's arms and fell into his hand.

"Golden Evil Soul-Destroying Formation?"

A light laugh made Lu Ning's trembling body completely stiffen. His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the dazzling genius boy with some anticipation.

This formation carries hundreds of years of his hard work. Although he was defeated today, it would be a rare comfort for him if he could receive praise from the other party.

However, Jiang Han only glanced at it, then walked past him and left, throwing the jade slip away as if it were trash, and said casually:

"generally."