Peerless Taoist

On the originally empty deck of the Nine Fang Battleship, flags suddenly fluttered, and human figures moved.    

Unknowingly, a group of armored soldiers appeared on the warship.    

These soldiers held long sabers in their hands and directly blocked in front of the assassin, surrounding him!    

"Where did these soldiers come from?"    

"No, that's not right. They were formed from an array! Heavens, what kind of formation is this? To be able to summon such a formation!"    

Quite a number of Zhang Family members raised their heads, their gazes gathering here in unison.    

The formation technique that Lu Yu used had already exceeded their expectations.    

Some of them had seen the battle between Formation Master before, but none of them had ever seen a formation like Lu Yu's that could undergo such a transformation.    

"En?"    

Even Wei Mengting, who had been keeping silent all this time, opened her eyes and looked at what was happening on the stage.    

"Miss, the opponent is very strong. I'm afraid Qingfeng will lose this time." A sword cultivator from the Wei Clan beside Wei Mengting said.    

Wei Mengting said lightly, "No problem. Since he is willing to challenge, let him try."    

Suddenly, Wei Mengting changed the topic. "However, this time, I discovered a formation genius. He doesn't seem to be popular in the Zhang Clan. Investigate his background. If he doesn't have any background, it's not bad to recruit him into the family. "    

On the arena.    

Countless soldiers controlled the assassin and tied him up on the ground.    

"The assassin has been captured. Kill him immediately!"    

"Kill!"    

A soldier pulled out a long sword and chopped off the assassin's head.    

It seemed like a battle of illusions, but as the assassin's shadow shattered, the Green Lotus Sword Formation under Wei Mengting's feet seemed to have reached its limit and could no longer hold on.    

Boom!    

Another spirit stone cannon exploded from the warship, and blasted Wei Qingfeng down!    

Wei Qingfeng fell to the ground once again. The exquisite inner armor on his body seemed to have reached its limit, directly shattering into pieces on the ground.    

He also suffered a very serious internal injury, and started to vomit blood unceasingly from his mouth.    

"Qingfeng, if you really can't do it, then withdraw." A Wei Family sword cultivator advised.    

Everyone could see that Wei Qingfeng's attainment in formations was far from being a match for Lu Yu.    

Just the number of soldiers he had transformed into was not something an ordinary person could compare with.    

"No, I won't let this matter rest!"    

Wei Qingfeng suddenly stood up again.    

His entire body was covered in blood, but this time, Wei Qingfeng's gaze seemed even more ferocious and terrifying.    

"I don't believe that your strength is stronger than mine! How old are you? Even if you cultivate in your mother's womb, you still can't reach such a level! " Wei Qingfeng gnashed his teeth and roared angrily.    

"Miss, should we stop him?" A sword cultivator said worriedly.    

Wei Mengting calmly replied: "Let him do as he pleases!"    

Dong!    

The next moment, Wei Qingfeng jumped onto the stage again.    

He was still holding the purple long sword in his hand. The cold light was flickering, and the power was astonishing.    

"This can be counted as my Wei Clan's fourth array master quota!" Wei Qingfeng roared.    

Everyone was stunned.    

Even though he was injured like this, he still had to fight!    

This was a sword cultivator. His sword intent was heart-to-heart, and there was no difficulty in stopping it.    

Lu Yu walked out of the nine-toothed warship, and his gaze became much more cautious.    

"Your battle intent is not bad. Since you want to fight, I will give it my all." Lu Yu said.