He ​​is still younger than the two brothers Black Wolf and Green Wolf, but his cultivation level can surpass them, so naturally he is somewhat impressive.

The black-robed male cultivator came from a small tribe that didn't even have a foundation, so he didn't follow the path of orthodox sorcerer cultivation.

Instead, he first started in the battle formation and made a career by relying on the knife skills, and then discovered the spiritual root.

After the original tribe was wiped out, he took refuge in the Fengxing Tribe and skyrocketed from there.

It took only twenty years to build the foundation, and then it took more than forty years to gradually climb to the later stage.

Because of his early experience, he is particularly good at fighting, especially sensitive to danger, and good at seizing fleeting combat opportunities.

Even though the old shaman entered the later stage thirty or forty years earlier than him, he still has a solid foundation and a rich net worth.

But if we really take action, the outcome is hard to predict.

As for the brothers Black Wolf and Green Wolf, although they have a bad reputation, they are actually not looked down upon by him at all.

But now I see Xie Duanyang, the weapon refiner, using exquisite sword skills that I had never expected before.

At some point, the black-robed male cultivator had a long black sword on his waist. He rubbed the handle of the sword with his fingertips and watched the opponent's movements carefully.

After reading a few breaths, although he was reluctant in his heart, he had to admit it.

Just because of the exquisiteness of his moves, his strength, and his timing, Xie Duanyang is definitely better than himself.

After all, as a semi-cultivator, the experience he gained from fighting and fighting was far inferior to the sword techniques that had been refined and perfected over many generations by Huadaowu and even the Yuanying old monster.

However, the black-robed male cultivator was not too depressed.

Not to mention him in the later stage of foundation building, he also consciously saw Xie Duanyang's shortcomings in mana suppression in the middle stage.

"Even if this person is good at swordsmanship, that's because of the skill he inherited, not how powerful he is."

"I guess I spent too much energy on refining the weapon, so I never had to fight with people seriously, just like the flowers in the greenhouse, they lack experience."

"If it were me, I should have ignored the countercurrent of Qi just now. Instead of withdrawing my move, I should have taken advantage of the situation to increase pressure and forcibly cut off the red line..."

Observing Xie Duanyang's response, the black-robed male cultivator changed places, thinking about what he should do if he was replaced, or if he fought with Xie Duanyang.

He was thinking there, and Xie Duanyang, who was suppressing himself, was indeed a little bored.

After several tests, he had already figured out the details of the bright red snare.

This formation is not for killing, but for binding and suppressing.

Once an outsider falls into it, it is like a fish caught in a net, and the connection with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is restricted.

Even if it reaches the limit, it is not impossible to knock down a person's magic power to a certain level.

However, this formation is too incomplete, and the female cultivator in colorful clothes who is the leader of the formation has insufficient control.

It was barely able to activate the formation, but it was unable to figure out how to operate it.

As for activating the subtle and powerful changes, it is even more difficult.

In just a short time, Xie Duanyang had already relied on his spiritual knowledge and formation skills that were far superior to his opponent's to detect several omissions and flaws in the operation, and was able to easily break the formation.

If I didn't feel that such a performance was inconsistent with my current cultivation and reputation, how could I have used this long time?

However, after delaying for a long time, he did not gain anything.

Thinking of this, Xie Duanyang lightly twisted the fingers of his left hand behind his waist.

It was covered by the wide sleeves, so that none of the five people present noticed that there were strands of red lingering on his fingertips.

It was he who took advantage of the handover opportunity, vibrated and cut it, and intercepted it from the snare.

The female cultivator in colorful clothes didn't sacrifice this thing from her heart, and she didn't realize anything was missing at all.

The material of the red thread is very strange. After being snatched by him, the thread ends will automatically piece together.

And although this object does not resist manipulation, it is difficult for Duanyang's magic power to invade it, and it cannot be completely refined.

It's closer to a mundane utensil.

"This thing is somewhat similar to the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, but it is very different. It is obviously man-made.

I'm afraid this thing is the most valuable thing in that cave..."

Xie Duanyang murmured to himself. According to the brief introduction given by the old shaman and the four others, the red rope almost covered the entire cave, with a radius of a hundred feet.

With the combined strength of the four of them, they could barely break the outermost layer of restrictions.

In this way, the elixir was exhausted, his vitality was severely damaged, and he even lost two other casual cultivators who had no helpers.

If these are true, then the value of the entire snare is probably not much less than the genuine golden elixir.

even……

Xie Duanyang thought too much, and his double-sword attack was not as sharp as before.

Over there, seeing that the red thread net was still unable to capture him, the female cultivator in colorful clothes was surprised, and at the same time she also felt a bit competitive.

She is not lacking in experience in fighting, and she also sensed that the opponent's aura was a bit strange.

I thought it was because Xie Duanyang had reached the end of his strength and the time when his magic power was reconnecting.

When she suddenly mentioned her magic power, the female cultivator in colorful clothes flew with her fingers, and her seals changed completely.

"go!"

If the snare just now was like a river flowing quietly, then now, it is nothing more than a stormy sea.

The color suddenly deepened, from the original bright red to scarlet, and each red line became much thicker, swelling as much as the little finger.

Thousands of red ropes are like spears and spears, overwhelmingly pressing down from the sky and the earth, so densely packed that they almost block out the sky and the sun.

Seeing this, the two brothers Black Wolf and Green Wolf couldn't help but change their expressions, and their lips twitched.

This is the second change of the Luowang Formation. That day, the two casual cultivators whose methods were not much weaker than them did it because they had no one they could trust to entrust their back.

Caught off guard, his body was pierced by these red ropes.

Even though they were much more powerful and wealthy than the last time, they still couldn't help but feel sad when they thought about it.

However, facing so many red ropes, Xie Duanyang's face looked more solemn, but he could not see much fear.

"Well done!"

I saw him pinching it with both hands, opening his mouth and spitting out a small bell with red lines on it.

The little bell turned around and rose to a height of about eight feet in the wind, covering it.

The red ropes, without exception, all hit the bell wall, making a crackling sound of rain hitting banana trees.

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But it was unable to cause any harm to it at all, and instead the melodious and deep sound of the bell was transmitted.

Strange ripples appeared in the air, and all the red lines seemed to stagnate.

Taking this opportunity, Xie Duanyang quickly drew his sword, and no longer kept the red flying knife by his side to guard, but released it all together.

But seeing that the light of the sword was like lightning, every time it fell, it would definitely cut off a red thread, and the sealing power of the net would be reduced by one point.

The female cultivator in colorful clothes looked anxious, but she was helpless.

Even if the Qi movement is connected and the red line is cut off, she will experience a small backlash, her Qi and blood will surge out of control, and it will be extremely difficult to suppress it.

The complexion changes alternately between blue, red and white.

The black-robed male cultivator frowned, suppressed the thought of taking action, released the long knife from his waist with his right hand, and pressed his palm on the back of the Taoist monk's heart, sending magic power to calm his qi and blood.

A full quarter of an hour passed, Xie Duanyang added two points of strength, two sword lights crossed in the air, completely tore the net open, and walked out.

"Fellow Taoist accepts the offer."

Xie Duanyang fished it out with five fingers, put the flying knife into his storage bag, clasped his fists and looked at the female cultivator in colorful clothes.

The female cultivator nodded reluctantly and hurriedly cast spells to close the formation.

The red thread was untied from the iron nail and wrapped back around the shuttle, but visible to the naked eye, it was thinner than when it was first taken out.

About 12/10 less.

As for Xie Duanyang's left wrist, a red rope quietly appeared.

"I don't know if Tie has passed this level?"

Xie Duanyang took a long breath and looked around with a pale face, asking the four people.

"That's natural."

The two brothers, Black Wolf and Green Wolf, looked at each other and said in unison with joy on their faces.

The strength shown by Xie Duanyang was just in line with what they had in mind, and by breaking the trap, he had a moderate relationship with the pair of Taoists, making it easier for them to win over him.

Of course, they were not stupid and guessed that Xie Duanyang should have retained some of his strength.

But this is human nature, they don't take it seriously and have already taken it into consideration.

The black-robed male cultivator didn't speak, just nodded.

As for the female cultivator in colorful clothes, she was too busy closing her eyes to regulate her breathing and had no spare energy to express her stance.
To be continued...