Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five sNan Men Yang! A Real Man!” (1/2)
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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five – Nan Men Yang! A Real Man!
Different from the outside, Chang Heng and the others could clearly see every move that Zong Ming Yan made inside the formation. However, Zuo Mo was still hidden away.
Zong Ming Yan’s [One Cut Plum] brightened many people’s eyes.
In reality, Zong Ming Yan did not feel well. It was like his punch had landed in soft cotton, his power undetectably being dissipated.
He couldn’t help but frown. It was not because he felt it was difficult, but out of dislike. He disliked this kind of soft attack very much. Most sword xiu did not like fighting with warm and soft enemies. If they did not kill off the other in one attack, then what awaited them was endless trouble!
Such enemies usually had great defenses. It was extremely hard to get them in one attack. As the battle progressed, it would become a labor of endurance. The endurance of most sword xiu definitely was not good.
He hadn’t thought that this Zuo Mo would also be this way!
Zong Ming Yan started to rub his forehead.
Zuo Mo had been frightened by Zong Ming Yan’s sword strike, his little hands shaking as they were setting up the formation, almost ruining it. Don’t think that he was familiar with [Skyring Moon Chime Formation], he was only familiar with the theory. The amount wasted by the enormous formation was astounding. Normally, he didn’t have that much jingshi to waste.
Luckily, the first sword energy had been blocked. The replenishing rings of light didn’t look as though they were damaged. Zuo Mo’s heart landed slightly.
He had just started studying [Skyring Moon Chime Formation]. How to set it up, what materials it needed, it was more than enough for him. As to the different variations, he was not familiar with them. There was no way around it, there was not enough time. From the time that the sect leader had notified him about attending the last round of the Sword Test Conference until now, he had used almost all his time on this, and had just barely understood how to set it up.
Even more so, what he was setting up this time was a seventy-two child formation [Skyring Moon Chime Formation]!
For that Kun Lun introductory formation jade scroll, he had gone all in.
Even though he was greatly rushed, but he still tried his best, his hands fleetingly fast.
The great pressure did not make him panic. Quite the opposite, it was like he was shot with chicken blood, his entire body was abnormally exuberant. His consciousness was completely spread out, his attention focused like it never had been before, the uncompleted formation and the components appeared so clear in front of his eyes.
Because he had practiced finger movements for so long, his ten fingers were extremely nimble. [Vajra Profound Sutra] had been in effect, and his physical strength far surpassed most sword xiu, and he could easily lift up the large pieces of material. His consciousness was even more terrifying, covering the entire formation. Any change would be unable to escape his consciousness.
He was a blurry shadow, furiously setting down formations!
Countless materials flowed like water from his hands, accurately thrown to the positions needed. His fingers were like fresh flowers blooming, after images flickering as ripple after ripple of ling force was sent from his constantly moving fingers into the formation.
With the aid of the formation’s power, Zuo Mo hid himself so no one else could see him.
No one knew where Zuo Mo was. Everyone had assumed that Zuo Mo was hiding in a certain place, waiting for an opportunity to give Zong Ming Yan a killing blow at the most dangerous time!
No one knew that the enormous formation in front of them was an incomplete formation!
Raising his head to look at the crescent moon in the sky, Zong Ming Yan’s fretful heart calmed. He was proud but he was not dumb. To be able to stand out from so many other disciples, who would be dumb?
Those rings of light definitely were not the crux to breaking the formation, he thought. He stood in his spot, the light rings in the air were like free fish, not attacking him.
Was it that crescent moon?
The bright moon over his head seemed far yet real, not appearing at all like something created by the formation. Truthfully, it wasn’t just the bright moon. Everything inside this formation was no different than really. But he knew that everything he saw were all created by the formation, they were all fake.
There was no formation in the world that could not be solved, just like there was no invincible sword xiu in this world. Any formation would have a “cover door”. The so-called “cover door” referred to the Achilles’ heel of the formation, and the crux to solving a formation.
Where was the cover door of this formation?
The light in Zong Ming Yan’s eyes flashed. He stood like that in his spot and started to think.
Yu Bai, who had just stopped fighting, felt someone come close and turn to look. He saw his previous opponent, Nan Men Yang, come over with his exaggerated sword. He couldn’t help but be on his guard.
“What’s he doing?” Nan Men Yang bellowed, a face full of curiosity. His voice was like thunder. Even though he had pushed it extremely low, everyone could hear him.
Yu Bai first stilled, but seeming that Nan Men Yang’s expression did not seem like he was joking, he suddenly remembered that Nan Meng Yan had no family or sect. Then he understood. Sword xiu with no family nor sect could not compete at understanding all of the fundamentals with seedlings, like Yu Bai, that had been nurtured from childhood.
Yu Bai noticed that other people’s eyes had wandered over to him.
Composure… … Master said, I need to be warm and respectful… …
Gently coughing, Yu Bai warmly explained, “Zong Ming Yan is thinking of a way to solve it… …”
“That needs thinking?” Nan Men Yang stared with his bell-sized eyes, unconsciously raising his voice as he examined Yu Bai, “Just chop him down! An says you guys, you are so womanishly fussy. If it was an … …”
Nan Men Yang’s usual voice was loud enough. This was like thunder roaring, so loud that Yu Bai’s ears rang.
The tendons in Yu Bai’s forehead jumped slightly. He hadn’t thought that this guy would be so chatty!
It was unknown who laughed first. The tendons in Yu Bai’s forehead started to pulse again.
Composure… …
He forced out a smile, “This formation is extremely difficult, it would be hard to solve… …”
Nan Meng Yang once again interrupted Yu Bai, looking at him in puzzlement, his eyes widening again, “What solve, just cut it down! But that guy’s body, tsk, more petite and supple than my lover, about the same as you. If it was an… …”