The Yin-Yang Eight-Pole Formation, without Taoist patterns, is a formation that can defeat Lingxi Sword. Unfortunately, Chen Pan's methods are far more than Lingxi Sword.

Raise your hand and draw out a Yin-Yang mirror, which is formed by using the two poles of Yin-Yang. The mirror has two sides, which is very mysterious.

Facing the Yuan Magnetic Immortal Light that came over, Chen Pan did not resist. This was indeed a real Yuan Magnetic Immortal Light, but its power was not as powerful as his magical eyes. Not to mention the Yin-Yang-turning Snake King, even the Yuan Magnetic Immortal Light in his heavenly tribulation was worse than that in his heavenly tribulation.

"It's just Yuan Ci Xian Light, you're still far from it. See me breaking your small formation!" Chen Pan laughed, and the Yin-Yang Mirror released the two poles of Yin-Yang Pole power, directly integrating into the power of the eight people.

In a moment, the so-called Yin-Yang Eight-Pole Array gradually faded away and disappeared immediately.

Chen Panyuan surpassed these eight people to understand the two polar patterns of Yin and Yang, and could only be unable to practice Yin and Yang skills. Yin and Yang ** is just a skill to help practice and cannot be used as a means of attack.

Yin and Yang poles are dependent on each other, but they are also enemies and restrain each other. Although they have been fused into the Yuan Magnetic Immortal Light, the basic power of activation has not yet reached this level.

Chen Pan directly used the Yin-Yang Mirror to emit the corresponding Yin-Yang pole power, which was incompatible with its Yin-Yang, and the formation could be destroyed without attacking.

"You can also try my hand!" Chen Pan activated the Yin-Yang Mirror and immediately shot out a powerful Yin-Yang Dao Pattern Xuan Light, directly killing the eight people.

The Eight Saints of Heavenly Secrets had no time to join forces, so they could only resolve the situation. Without the power of joint attack, the eight people's combat power was greatly reduced, and they were directly bombarded by the mysterious light of Yin and Yang, and fell to the ground seriously injured and died. It was a great blessing.

"Little beast, even the uncle of the master dares to fight. If you bully the master and destroy the ancestor, you should die for death." Another saint from Tianji Pavilion came over and slapped it out with one palm, dozens of Taoist patterns appeared in the palm of your hand, forming a large formation.

Uncle Master, Chen Pan, then understood the origin of these people. It turned out to be the brothers of Yi Zhou Monkey. It was just such a false charge. Not to mention that Yi Zhou is not his master, even if he is his master, he would beat him first.

There will always be similar creativity in the world. Chen Pan came up with an attack method to bring the Zhoutian Star Dou array into his palm, calling it the Galaxy Palm, and paying tribute to the Galaxy Array, the predecessor of the Zhoutian Star Dou array. Even if it is not as terrifying as the Dragon Fist, it is also very powerful.

This man slapped his palm, which was similar to Chen Pan's Galaxy Palm, but unfortunately...

Chen Pan sneered, without avoiding anything, and slapped him with a palm.

There was a loud bang, and the two forces exploded. Chen Pan did not move at all. However, the saint was blown away half of his body and flew far away, falling like broken leaves.

Not to mention that the physical strength of the two is not at all on the same level. The saint's palm is only dozens of Taoist patterns, so how can it be compared with the Zhoutian Star Dou array composed of 3,600 Taoist patterns?

"The new wave of the river pushes the old wave. Although they are juniors, they have surpassed me on the road of cultivation." A saint of Jiange sighed: "Although so many of us besiege a junior, it is despised. But it is of great importance, but we must do it."

"Yes, I could not even have my life back then, so what is the mere reputation!" Another saint nodded and said.

"I'm talking nonsense, just fight if you want to fight!" A saint from Junguanglou sneered, and then led the few people behind him to kill Chen Pan. They were ruthless, but they didn't have as many thoughts as the saints of Jiange.

"Yes, I'm talking a lot of nonsense, I just want to siege, why bother to say so much? I'm really a archway after I'm just accusing me!" Chen Pan also laughed loudly.

This time, there are no longer only people from Tianji Pavilion, but all the saints attacked them.

The Yellow River No. 1 was sacrificed, and the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation was activated, with golden light on his body. Chen Pan was like a god of war, arrogant.

"The Star River Formation, you have indeed obtained the true teachings of Emperor Xuanyuan. It's ridiculous. For so many talents in my Tianji Pavilion have been unable to understand this formation for millions of years. You, a devil, have learned it." A saint of the Tianji Pavilion said angrily.

Four hundred years ago, although the deeds of Emperor Xuanyuan were rarely circulated in the world of cultivation, they still knew them at their level. Especially in Xuanyuan City, Tiandu, there is a complete galaxy formation, which is controlled by Tianji Pavilion, so they naturally know the power of this formation.

Tianji Pavilion did not prohibit others from comprehending this formation, but this formation contained too many things, and no one could get started for millions of years. It can be said that if Chen Pan had not learned the techniques of thousands of gods and the techniques of observing the brilliance, coupled with his amazing mental power, he would have never gained anything.

Now, the formation that countless Tianji Pavilion monks dream of appeared was in the hands of their opponents, and they were naturally unhappy.

"Haha, how could you learn the methods of Emperor Xuanyuan? You guys can only learn them. Just you want to keep me, so what if you do twice as many, so what if you wait until I catch you and you will be questioned slowly."

Chen Pan was arrogant and caused the saints to be furious and took action without mercy.

The nine sword saints joined forces to use a set of sword formations and cooperate with each other. The airtight sword energy rushed towards Chen Pan like a pouring rain.

This is the Nine Palace Killing Formation of Jiange. The nine saints joined forces. Even the Sword Saints 100,000 years ago also suffered a lot in this sword formation. It is said that a million years ago, nine saints of Jiange used this move to kill the Hunyuan strong man.

The sword formation can be regarded as a type of battle formation. Chen Pan has some experience in dealing with such an attack, so he must not let them activate it without any scruples. Once the opponent is allowed to fully expand the offensive, the power will be at least doubled.

Yellow River No. 1 draws out infinite star light and blocks many attacks. Chen Pan shouts loudly and slapped the ground with a palm. The pattern of the earth is flashing, and a huge rock rushes out from the surface like a sharp sword, killing the nine sword saints.

The nine saints were not afraid at all, and their sword energy was scattered, cutting all the huge stones pierced into nothingness. The huge stones in front of this sword energy were like tofu.

However, Chen Pan had never thought of using these huge rocks to kill the opponent. He just wanted to use these huge rocks to remove the opponent's certain offensive.

Between the gravels, Chen Pan's figure suddenly disappeared from under the Yellow River No. 1, and his entire speed increased to the extreme, with a dazzling golden light on his body, directly facing the sword energy.

Instead of using attack to resolve it, he used his body to resist. The fierce sword energy immediately left terrifying scars on him.

Chen Pan seemed to have no feeling, resisting many sword energy, and was extremely fast, and directly hitting a sword saint. Without saying a word, he punched out.

No one thought that Chen Pan would use this method to deal with it. This was the sword energy that could kill the powerful Hunyuan people in the ancient continent. Even the nine sword saints did not expect that someone would dare to bear it without any scruples. The saint locked by Chen Pan had no time to dodge, and Chen Pan punched him in front of him.

"Bang!" The terrifying energy entered the other party's body from Chen Pan's golden fist. The saint of Jiange did not even make a sound, and directly turned into minced meat and flew all over the sky.

If a person dies, he will not count to nine, and the sword formation will be broken.
Chapter completed!