Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2065 - 2065 2055 Eight Formation Diagram

2065: Chapter 2055: Eight Formation Diagram 2065: Chapter 2055: Eight Formation Diagram Facing Peng Wang’s Thunderbolt strike, Long Yan’s face showed no change as he fiercely punched out with his right hand, filling the small space with black and white light.

Peng Wang’s claws seemed to strike the air, producing a soft, powerless feeling.

“What kind of move is this?”

Peng Wang was greatly shocked.

Each time he saw Long Yan, there were always new moves that made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

“Let’s go together.”

An expert knows at once.

With just that strike, Peng Wang knew he was no match for Long Yan and hurriedly called for Qin Tianlu’s help.

“Sky Devil Chaos Dance.”

Qin Tianlu’s move seemed more like a Demonic Attack, as countless sword shadows surrounded Long Yan.

“Trivial skills.”

Long Yan let out a heavy snort from his nose and saw that the myriad sword shadows froze in the air, unable to advance even half an inch further.

“Eight Trigrams Formation.”

“What is this?”

Both Peng Wang and Qin Tianlu discovered a slowly rotating Tai Chi diagram under Long Yan’s feet, and in front of the sword tips materializing in the air, small Tai Chi formations appeared, just as those Long Yan had struck on the statue before.

The Tai Chi, something only found in the Holy Domain and in legends, was naturally something neither Peng Wang nor Qin Tianlu had ever seen.

“Yin and Yang come together.”

A Tai Chi diagram appeared in Long Yan’s hands, and black and white light continuously gathered there.

“This is bad.”

Peng Wang’s pupils suddenly contracted; both had used their most powerful moves.

“Peng’s Journey of Ten Thousand Miles.”

“Demon God Unrivaled Sword.”

A majestic Dapeng bird and a solemn Demon God appeared in the air.

The Dapeng bird, with a roaring cry, flew towards Long Yan, while the Demon God also fiercely swung the greatsword in his hands towards Long Yan.

“Die.”

Qin Tianlu was full of confidence in this strike.

At the level of a God King, there was no distinction between good and evil, and the sword techniques he cultivated had been passed down by an ancient Demon God.

If cultivated properly, splitting heaven and earth was not out of reach.

However, to the surprise of both, Peng Wang’s Dapeng bird was smashed to nothingness by a Tai Chi formation in mid-air.

As for Qin Tianlu’s Demon God Unrivaled Sword, it sparked against the Tai Chi Array and was halted in the air.

Watching Long Yan’s hands, where the black and white light intensified, the two were like ants on a hot pan.

“Let’s go!”

Both being geniuses from the Seven-Star Hall and the Heavenly Gate Sect, they naturally had their own pride.

But if they couldn’t strike down Long Yan, how could they fight?

“Thinking of leaving?”

Watching the two flee in panic, a cold smile hung on Long Yan’s lips.

It wasn’t going to be that easy to escape.

The black and white light in his hands harshly smashed towards the direction of Qin Tianlu and Peng Wang, while Long Yan himself drifted lightly down to the ground, looking very suave.

“What should we do?”

Watching all this, Liu Qingyue stepped forward and asked worriedly.

“No worries, they are already dead men.”

Seeing Long Yan’s confident demeanor, Liu Qingyue merely responded with an “oh.”

Meanwhile, Qin Tianlu and Peng Wang used their fastest speed to rush towards the direction they’d come from.

The two lights following behind frightened them like terrified souls.

“Wings of Botian.”

Peng Wang formed a spell decision in his hand, a layer of golden wings appeared behind him.

This was a move inherent to his martial arts cultivation technique, but the cost was to remain in a weakened state for the coming month.

Peng Wang’s speed reached a peak, almost shaking off the light pursuing him.

Seeing this, Qin Tianlu couldn’t stand it anymore.

The two of them might have stood a chance together, but Peng Wang leaving him alone would mean certain death.

“Demon God Lock.”

The sword in his hand transformed into a sturdy Iron Chain, coiling around Peng Wang’s leg like a venomous snake, with Qin Tianlu hanging from it like a kite.

“Let go of me, quickly!”

With Qin Tianlu trailing behind, Peng Wang’s speed naturally decreased, bringing them a step closer to the Black and White Light.

“Impossible.”

Qin Tianlu clenched his teeth and said, Let’s die together then.

But he didn’t see the malicious look in Peng Wang’s eyes.

“Die!”

Peng Wang suddenly turned around, a golden scythe appeared in his hand—a unique move under the Wings of Botian.

By this move, Peng Wang had used up all his remaining True Qi.

The sharp scythe instantly severed Qin Tianlu’s arm holding the Iron Chain, and Peng Wang’s body sped up drastically.

“Ah!!”

Qin Tianlu clutched his severed arm in agony, blood spurting from the wound.

“Peng Wang, you will not die a good death!”

With resentful eyes, Qin Tianlu watched Peng Wang sweep toward the distance; enveloped by the Black Light trailing behind him, he vanished into thin air.

“That was close.”

After flying out far, Peng Wang breathed heavily, the golden wings flickering behind him before disappearing; he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Long Yan, well done.

I’ll remember this time.”

Peng Wang, like a madman, laughed uproariously amidst the swirling Yellow Sand, but a rapidly encroaching White Light overshadowed him from behind.

Long Yan looked toward the Cave Entrance, having received a response; his move had hit the mark.

Once these two beams of light were fired, they would follow the target until the encapsulated True Qi dissipated, and these had depleted all of Long Yan’s True Qi; they wouldn’t dissipate so quickly.

Waves fluctuated in the air, a crack appeared out of nowhere, and Lingxi with Zhuge Wuhou stepped out.

“You truly are a martial arts genius.”

Calculating with his fingers, Wuhou’s prowess in Reasoning was not for naught.

He had deduced the cause and effect here clearly; even he couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

He was, of course, familiar with his own martial arts; the depth of which was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Long Yan had grasped quite a bit in such a brief time, truly a genius among geniuses.

“Wuhou, you flatter me.

I’ve only learned a little bit of the basics.”

In front of Zhuge Wuhou, Long Yan couldn’t be as presumptuous as before and humbly replied.

“Young ones are indeed fearsome, truly fearsome!”

Zhuge Wuhou laughed heartily, his figure dissipating in the air.

He harbored no worries about future calamities; like that person, he bore the Nine Dragons Tripod and was burdened with the Time Principle, practically identical to that individual.

In such a brief encounter, Long Yan had already been thoroughly seen by Zhuge Wuhou; one wonders what he would think if he knew.

“How about it?”

Long Yan looked at Lingxi and asked, knowing well that the Qimen Eight Formations were a lost divine technique.

Now that Lingxi had learned such a Secret Technique, Long Yan felt genuinely happy for him.

“I’ve learned quite a bit.”

A gleam shone in Lingxi’s eyes; with a wave of his hand, the Stone Soldier Eight Formations began to move, constantly shifting positions, each movement carrying the essence of Qimen techniques.

“Wuhou just told me there are more people waiting for us ahead.”