Chapter 1222： Eight-turn incense Wudi rises to the sun (1/2)
suddenly!
”Junior, old man Shengyang, I will know your sword!”
An old man full of incense and aspiration power instantly appeared not far from Su Lang, holding an ancient fifth rank emperor soldier, and killed him fiercely!
”It's another incense Wudi!”
”The strong man who returned in the long river of time!?”
”Jingtian Continent even has such a card, it's really not to be underestimated.”
Su Lang narrowed his eyes, because this old man named Shengyang had the breath of Rank 8 Martial Emperor!
Moreover, this is an incense Wudi, whose methods are unfathomable and should not be underestimated!
”A thought is formed!”
In order to guard against Jingtian Continent's more powerful hole cards, Su Lang did not use the time-limited devouring clone, but used the formation method.
in a moment.
Countless arrays lay across the void, forming an eight-turn emperor-level array, blocking the old man of rising sun.
Looking at the eighth rank emperor rank formation that suddenly appeared.
Everyone in the battlefield was horrified, especially those Wudi who were more proficient in the battlefield.
Because they discovered that many of Su Lang's formations contained the style of Jingtian Continent!
Some of these formations are even the secrets of Jingtian Continent!
”Oh my God!”
”Fellow Langdi lied, his own formation skills are unparalleled in the world, and he himself is the'Tongtian leader!'”
”Otherwise, otherwise it is absolutely impossible for him to refine these formations with the characteristics of Jingtian Continent!”
Qingxiao Wudi was one of the most shocking Wudi, at this time even his chin was shocked.
but.
Surprised is surprised.
The battle is still to be fought.
All Wudi continued desperately with horror.
The old man of Sun rising who faced Su Lang's formation was also killed with a look of surprise.
”The power to break the formation!”
The old man Shengyang was surging with all his energy, turned into a weird force, and easily eroded Su Lang's formation!
”Humph!”
”A thought is formed!”
Su Lang stepped back slowly and continued to arrange the formation.
A strange scene appeared, Su Lang's speed of arranging the formation was faster than the speed at which the old man Shengyang destroyed the formation!