Wulin Chinese Network
One Man Formation
A Nirvana Saint from a courtyard besieged one person. One of the four giants of the Divine Realm, who had cultivated for more than fifty thousand years, could not even tolerate a junior?
Dean Nan had lost the demeanor of a great swordsman. He was regressing!
"You underestimate me too much. This was definitely not my idea."
Dean Nan was stunned. He did not expect his disciples to do this in the Western Sword Field. The Southern Courtyard was a top orthodoxy in the Divine Realm. They could not lose face. No matter how despicable they were, he could not order more than a hundred Nirvana Saints to besiege one person.
"Hmph."
Daisukong flung his sleeves. It seemed that the Western Sword Field's actions had nothing to do with Dean Nan. It was most likely Nangong Miao's scheme.
If that was the case, Wuque's situation would be terrible.
At this time, Ziyin and the rest also saw this scene. Tai Chu and Chu Yu were extremely angry. If it was a giant from the Divine Realm, the Southern Courtyard would not be able to do anything.
"More than a hundred Nirvana Saints. No matter how strong Wuque's swordsmanship is, he can't resist."
Ziyin said worriedly. Qin Hao's gaze was slightly cold. "I thought that the small sects in other planes would form groups of three to five people. I didn't expect the giant forces in the Divine Realm to do the same. Now, my worries are unnecessary. We can only rely on Wuque to resolve this."
Wuque's individual strength was very strong. He rarely met a match in a one-on-one battle. However, in such a situation, no matter how outstanding his individual strength was, it would be difficult to change the situation. It was basically a losing battle.
Thinking of this, Qin Hao's gaze fell on the Western Sword Field. Looking at Nangong Miao who had defeated two opponents in a row, he suddenly had an urge to enter the formation.
If Wuque was beaten out by the Southern Courtyard disciples, he would definitely enter the sword formation and wipe out all the Sky Wheels in the Southern Courtyard. Nangong Miao would also be eliminated along with Wuque.
At this moment, in the sword formation of the Western Sword Field, Wuque had effortlessly defeated two Nirvana Sword Sovereigns and established a strong stance, causing many sword practitioners to shrink back in fear. They had originally thought that it would be good to maintain the status quo and save energy to deal with the Heaven's Chosen sword practitioners behind.
All of a sudden, hundreds of Sword Wills enveloped over, condensing into a surging momentum. Wuque immediately felt an intense sense of danger. His heart trembled slightly, and when he looked to the side, he discovered that the disciples of the South Yard were actually beginning to surround him.
"So many people." Wuque instantly became vigilant, and his expression changed slightly.
There were more than a hundred people, and all of them were at least at the sixth level of the Nirvana Realm. With a slight perception, there were nearly ten people at the eighth level of the Nirvana Realm, and one or two of them were emitting an aura that was not inferior to Seven-winged.
Wuque was naturally confident in his Sword Dao, but he was not blindly confident. When such a will was condensed and mixed with over a hundred types of laws, he would not be able to withstand it by himself. It was no longer a matter of whether one's talent was outstanding or not.
"Arrogant brat, aren't you very arrogant? Set up the sword formation."
As the yellow-robed middle-aged man ran, he spat out ruthless words. As he opened and closed his palms, a dazzling Nirvana Sword Will erupted from his body. All the Nirvana Sword Sovereigns of the Southern Courtyard were like this. The will of more than a hundred Nirvana Heavenly Emperors converged, and the Sword Wills resonated and condensed into a monstrous momentum.
In an instant, a layer of violent radiance whizzed out from the top of the Southern Courtyard disciples and pushed forward, wanting to swallow Wuque and bury him in the Sword Will of more than a hundred Nirvana Heavenly Emperors.
"They even set up the sword formation?" Wuque frantically retreated to avoid being shrouded by the violent radiance.
It was one thing for more than a hundred Nirvana Heavenly Emperors to besiege him, but they even shamelessly set up the sword formation. Was this how the Southern Courtyard of the Divine Realm taught their sword practitioners?
The radiance that swept from the yellow-robed middle-aged man's head spread very quickly, and the momentum was torrential. Wuque knew that he could not avoid it. What should he do next?
Facing it head-on was no different from courting death. If he was swept into the sword formation of the Southern Courtyard disciples, he would definitely be finished.
Ask for help?
Unfortunately, he did not even have a single helper by his side. At this moment, Wuque really wished that he could transfer Qin Hao's Fleetfoot Stride to his body. By relying on the Fleetfoot Stride, he could at least contend for a while.
"The momentum is irresistible. If it was Qin Hao, what would he do?"
The surging radiance in front of them was spreading at an extremely fast speed. Even from afar, they could feel the terrifying sword intent contained within the radiance. Flawless looked around. The number of sword cultivators left in this area had decreased by more than half compared to the beginning. However, those who remained were all people with some skill.
"Brother Wang, be careful. The Southern Courtyard wants to team up to deal with you."
Wuque shouted at a sword practitioner who was fighting with someone not far away. After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and flew over with an extremely concerned expression.
When the sword practitioner saw that Wuque had taken the initiative to run over, he could not help but be stunned. Brother Wang?
Was he calling for him?
His surname was not Wang.
At that moment, the people from the Southern Courtyard did not care if the sword practitioner's surname was Wang or Li. From Wuque's concerned look, it was clear that they knew each other. He was probably afraid that the sword practitioner would be implicated.
"Nice fellow. He still has accomplices. Wipe them out together."
The yellow-robed middle-aged man pushed out his palms as the Heavenly Cycle Sword Array he guided swept forward, instantly burying the innocent sword practitioner along with his opponent.
Wuque did not dare stay any longer as he ran as though he was flying. Like a sword beam, he shuttled through the crowd. He ran to places with more people, shouting "Brother" whenever he saw someone.
"Ah!"
A shrill cry sounded from behind him. His vocal cords were pulled until they were hoarse. It was obvious what outcome 'Brother Wang' had encountered. Wuque did not dare turn his head. As he ran, everyone behind him was wiped clean by the Heavenly Cycle Sword Array of the Southern Courtyard. Therefore, a strange scene occurred. Wherever Wuque ran, the people in that direction would frantically flee in another direction. He was like a plague god.
"This fellow's brain has become smarter."
Qin Hao's tensed expression relaxed a little. By using the hatred of the Southern Courtyard disciples to divert their anger, he had not only depleted the power of the sword array they had condensed, but he had also helped Wuque clear the enemies behind him. It was equivalent to killing two birds with one stone.
However, this was ultimately not a solution. The Southern Courtyard disciples were not a bunch of fools. They were only momentarily unable to tell the difference. By the time they realized it, Wuque's situation would be even worse.
"Brother Zhang, let's go. The people from the Southern Courtyard are here." Wuque ran towards a sword practitioner.
From afar, when that "Brother Zhang" saw the radiance of the sword formation sweeping over from behind Wu Que, he also took to his heels and ran while cursing.
"Senior Brother, we were fooled by him."
A Southern Courtyard disciple said to the yellow-robed middle-aged man. The middle-aged man clenched his teeth in anger. "Since we have to clear out everyone here, the sooner we take action, the sooner we resolve this."
How could he not tell that he had been fooled? However, he could not care less. The Western Sword Arena was just too densely packed. The cold-faced youth was like a rabbit spirit that had its soles oiled. He deliberately hid in the crowd and with the Heavenly Cycle Sword Array covering a large area, it was inevitable that he would injure others.
But now, the cold-faced youth had nowhere to hide.
The yellow-robed sword cultivator scanned his surroundings. The sword cultivators in the area had basically been wiped clean. There were only a few scattered people left. Presently, they were completely sealed by the Heavenly Cycle Sword Array.
How could Sword Emperor Leng of the Western Capital hide?
"Troublesome."
Wuque also noticed the predicament. There was no other path of retreat behind him. This area was completely exposed to the Heavenly Cycle Sword Array. Now, the sword cultivators who shared the blessings of the sword array had all been driven out by the Southern Courtyard disciples.
"Sword array?"
Wuque suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and looked up. High above his head, there was a vast screen of light. Terrifying sword radiance flowed within the screen of light. This was the Academy's sword array that maintained the entire Western Sword Arena. There were four divine swords guarding it and it was a power at the Heavenly Wheel level.
"I have not stepped into the Divine Dao and cannot control divine power. However, as long as it is sword intent, regardless of whether it is the Emperor's Dao or the Divine Dao, the essence is the same."
Wuque calmed down and stood on the spot, no longer dodging. Vaguely, his aura changed.
His eyes focused on the sword array of the Sword Arena. His gaze seemed to pierce through the Heaven and Earth as his soul entered the sword array. His body was suffused with a golden radiance of Sword Dao. Wisps of radiance surged towards Fu Yao and constantly entered the screen of light. He felt as though his soul was wandering in a vast and endless wilderness, with countless divine swords flying before his eyes.
Weng!
A rhythmic sound was emitted from Wuque's body. At the same time, the screen of light that enveloped the Western Sword Arena trembled slightly. It was as though a dead object had its soul injected into it. A sleeping giant had awoken from its slumber.
"What's happening?"
All the swordsmen who were fighting in the Western Sword Arena felt a strange movement above their heads.
The disciples of the South Yard also felt it. The middle-aged man in the yellow robe was puzzled. He looked up and saw that the sword array of the Sword Arena seemed to have been triggered by some kind of power.
"Senior Brother, look! Oh my god!" At this moment, a disciple beside him exclaimed.
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe came back to his senses and looked forward. He saw a beam of light falling from the sky and enveloping Wuque. The source of this beam of light was the screen of light that maintained the entire Western Sword Arena. An incomparably turbulent Sword Dao airflow began to madly converge on the cold-faced young man. Faintly, the swordsman of the West Capital emitted a powerful force. Although he was still standing there alone, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe felt as though he was an unshakable mountain.
"He is triggering the power of the Sword Arena?" The middle-aged man in the yellow robe's heart was beating wildly. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
How could it be?
The power of the Sword Arena was at the Celestial Wheel level. It was guarded by four Divine Soldiers of the Academy's elders. Could it be that the swordsman of the West Capital could borrow the power of the elders' Divine Soldier?
It was simply unbelievable!
"Senior Brother, quickly do something. If he really uses the power of the Sword Arena, not to mention our Southern College's Heavenly Cycle Sword Matrix, all the swordsmen of the Western Sword Arena will be suppressed by his will and eliminated," a disciple beside him said in horror. He did not dare to think of the consequences.
"Stop right there."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe grabbed at the void. Hundreds of Holiness of Nirvana disciples of the Southern College burst forth with light at the same time. Their wills resonated, and a divine sword glowing with starlight appeared out of thin air. It contained the Sword Will of the Heavens and slashed at the beam of light above Wuque's head.
Wuque closed his eyes. The Sword Will power flowing on the screen of light was like a Milky Way from the Nine Heavens, bathing his body. Boundless Sword Dao power filled his body. His flesh and blood were pulsating. His soul was crazily flooded by a power that exceeded his own. His body was in great pain, as though it was about to explode.
It was too turbulent. Just a wisp of power was enough to make his soul unable to withstand it. There was indeed an insurmountable gap between the Emperor's Path and the Celestial Wheel level.
"Destroy," Wuque opened his eyes, resisting the burden on his body and soul, and slashed out with his sword finger.
He knew very well that he couldn't maintain this state for long. Even a minute and a second could cost him his life. If it weren't for the two Sword Souls, he might have just stopped because he couldn't bear the consequences of his Sword Souls exploding.
Fortunately, the Sword Force of the Original Realm flowing in his body allowed him to successfully communicate with the Celestial Wheel Sword Will of the four elders of the Academy. He could borrow a little of the power of the Sword Arena. Now, he was the only chance to defeat the disciples of the Southern College.