White mist filled the air all around, and layers of mist turned into streamers, blocking Ximen Yu in front of him.

After a short pause, more than ten blocking fog streamers reappeared in front of him.

But at this moment, Ximenyu's eyes were bloodshot, and he continued to press forward crazily with all his strength, not caring about the changes in the formation.

Instead, he focused his attention on the person coming behind him.

If the formation is broken every night, countless members of the Yi League will die as a result!

Therefore, he will never allow...never allow himself to stop here!!

"You dare to stop me from breaking the formation!!!?" The emotions in Ximenyu's heart were like a tsunami, and he roared furiously.

"Kill someone for personal reasons! Stop me from breaking the formation! Are you trying to collude with Confucianism? Rebellion will always happen!?!?"

"..."

Zhang Rong was expressionless, holding the blade with one hand and throwing it back.

With a swish, the blade flew out and was pulled out of Ximenyu's hand.

At this moment, Ximenyu's whole body was driven by great force and he flew into the air without waiting for him to stabilize his body.

Bang!!!

Another big hand grasped him from mid-air like lightning.

Zhang Rongfang's other free hand firmly grasped it in mid-air, like catching a bird that wanted to fly.

Ximenyu struggled and wildly slapped and kicked Zhang Rongfang's hands, but it was all in vain. His weapon was blown away, and his own strength was far inferior to Zhang Rongfang's, and he couldn't even break the skin.

In the banging sound.

He could only struggle feebly in mid-air, and his face was completely grasped and suppressed by a big hand, making him unable to make a sound.

Zhang Rongfang, however, did not pay attention to Ximen Yu, but looked at his sister Hang Guangrong with confusion.

He had imagined how he would meet his sister, but he never expected that they would meet in this way and at this moment.

He is...Eikata!!?

At this time, Zhang Rongyu was standing in front of the guests, staring blankly at the seven-meter-tall giant outside.

All pretense and emotions seemed to have been lost for a while. Zhang Rongfang?

This huge giant warrior in front of me? He has the same name??

still……

No……!

Those eyes are the same as my brother...the same eyes as my father.

He is Eifang!!

When he saw those eyes, Zhang Rongyu believed the answer almost instantly.

"But why!!? Why would he...!?"

The huge amount of information was like a wave, drowning all her thoughts, calculations, moods, and courage at this moment.

She only knew how to stare at the other person blankly, just as the other person was looking at her in the same way.

...Rong...Fang!?

The two of them were on opposite sides and neither spoke at this time.

Li Zhen also raised his head from the ground, his face covered with blood, and looked towards Zhang Rongfang.

Looking at the huge warrior who was more than seven meters tall in front of her, she could not see his face even if she raised her head.

She could only hear Ximen Yu's deafening roar just now.

I don’t know why that person called me that. Could it be that Sister Yu’s brother is also here?

Before she could think about it, why Zhang Rongfang, as Sister Yu's younger brother, appeared here.

"Let's go." Zhang Rongfang's voice came from mid-air.

"You two, leave here together." He said solemnly.

Zhang Rongyu woke up from a dream, quickly picked up his son and came to Li Zhen's side.

She looked at her brother again.

She was full of doubts, shock, confusion, and wanted to ask.

But I also know that this is not the time to speak.

()"Walk!"

She put her son on her back and helped Li Zhen up.

Finally, he turned around and looked at Zhang Rongfang.

Whoosh!

A figure landed from the side, grabbed her and Li Zhen's arms, jumped into the air, and accelerated away in the distance.

The figure is none other than Mr. Rong, the Yimai Grandmaster who just escaped.

The three of them left quickly and disappeared into the thick fog.

But the formation has no intention of unraveling it.

The extreme master who was fighting with Mr. Rong wanted to catch up, but suddenly his body stopped and Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and flicked him.

A sharp stream of air passed in front of the extreme master and stopped him accurately.

"Let them go." He said in a low voice.

At this time, Ximen Yu managed to break away from Zhang Rongfang's big hand. This was because Zhang deliberately let go.

As soon as he landed, he stood still. Looking at the thick fog that was still around him, his eye circles turned red again.

"Zhang Rongfang! You let people go arbitrarily. Now that the formation is left behind, how are you going to break it!! Do you want all the brothers in my guild to die!?!"

You must know that every time the formation exists for a while, more soldiers of the League will die.

If the Junzijian who had formed the formation just now was still there, they could completely break the formation in an instant by killing the successor.

But now...the successor of the Gentleman's Sword has escaped.

Even if the formation has no formation eyes, it will take at least ten minutes to dissipate on its own.

In these ten minutes, I don’t know how many brothers in the association will be killed!

Whoosh!

Zhang Rongfang's huge eyes suddenly stared at Ximen Yu.

Huge invisible pressure suddenly fell on him, causing his words to stagnate and come to a halt.

"You...what do you want to do!!?" Ximenyu was suppressed but immediately regained his composure and wanted to scream again.

Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and raised his three arms into fists.

'Immortal magic!'

‘Blood mist!!’

boom!!!!

In an instant, a huge explosion exploded.

The three arms smashed to the ground with all their strength.

The earth's crust exploded, and pieces of grass and soil flew and splashed away, like a rolling earth dragon.

There was a patch of pale red blood between all the clods of soil.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang completely exploded all three of his arms with this punch.

The flesh and blood of the fist were mixed with the soil, and spread out in circles in all directions in the form of shock waves.

Continuous sprays of blood mist dispersed from his body, forming a new red mist.

The red mist spreads, eroding and canceling out the surrounding white mist, making a thin sound.

Air currents, blood mist, and mud blocks suddenly seemed like spoilers, stirring up the white mist generated by the formation into chaos.

The entire huge mist formation began to tremble at this time.

The mist ribbons at the eye of the array began to break, shatter, fade and disappear one by one.

With Zhang Rongfang as the center, at the same time, the power of four different gods and Buddhas also faintly spread with the blood mist.

As the formation dissipated, the surrounding fog also began to slowly subside.

The chaotic and unclear scenery around him was revealed again, returning to the realistic dense forest environment.

The soldiers' shouts of killing on the battlefield grew louder and became clearer.

Zhang Rongfang's huge body stood on the spot, straightened up, and his three arms healed rapidly, as if nothing had happened.
To be continued...