# Chapter 491: Sword Formation
As Lin Feng's voice fell, dazzling sword lights flickered in the void.
Thirty-six swords shot out from Lin Feng's body, all radiating sharp, piercing light.
At the same time, the thirty women moved simultaneously, not a single one left out. Their colorful ribbons danced as each one wrapped around a sword. Then their bodies flickered, suspending themselves in the void.
Thirty-six people struck at once. The colorful silk ribbons fluttered wildly, and the thirty-six swords hummed with vibrating sounds, gathering together and letting out sharp sword cries.
A formation, still a formation. These women were all proficient in the Dao of Arrays. Four of them could form a formation to trap a Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer expert. Now, with thirty-six of them, they formed the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation.
She Huan's eyes narrowed slightly. He saw the gathered thirty-six swords brimming with wild, overbearing sword energy. The swords were pointed directly at him, She Huan, and the sword aura was terrifying.
"What can a mere sword formation do to me?"
She Huan shouted coldly. His body trembled forward, his palm reaching out to grab. Instantly, the roar of a flood dragon echoed from the void.
Moreover, in front of She Huan's palm, the shadow of a flood dragon appeared, exuding a fierce demonic aura, charging forward violently, extremely terrifying.
"Swords, converge."
Lin Feng commanded coldly. The thirty-six women simultaneously released their true essence. Through the colorful ribbons, the true essence gathered onto the swords. The humming of the swords grew more intense. Sword energy wanted to burst forth but was held back, the swords only trembling incessantly.
"Roar!"
The clawing, fanged flood dragon was about to reach them. The gathered swords trembled to their limit. A piercing sword whistle suddenly erupted. A dazzling, thick sword beam spat out from the thirty-six swords—brilliant, blinding, tearing through space, extremely terrifying.
"Chi, chi!" The wild flood dragon shadow was pierced through by the terrifying sword beam, instantly annihilated. Although the sword light had weakened somewhat, it was still incredibly fearsome.
"Oh?"
She Huan frowned. The sword beam condensed by this formation was very powerful.
"Boom, rumble!" Surging true essence energy madly spewed out, forming a wall that briefly halted the sword beam. But soon, that true essence wall still couldn't block the sword's momentum.
"Destroy for me." She Huan shouted coldly, stepping forward. Terrifying howling true essence rushed out. Flood dragons roared, all crashing onto the sword beam. Finally, the brilliant sword light scattered into specks of starlight, dissipating.
"Sword shadows!"
Lin Feng's low voice rang out again in the space. Above She Huan, figures drifted. Taking advantage of that gap, the thirty-six women had already surrounded him.
Sword shadow light enveloped an entire area. Endless sword beams all shot toward She Huan. Thirty-six swords, countless sword shadows, attacked the one in the center.
The Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation was a set of formations Lin Feng had obtained from the Venerable's memories. This formation was difficult to use because it required thirty-six people to wield swords with connected minds, able to simultaneously release and retract their swords, gathering into formation. Lin Feng had exactly the right number of young women to train in this sword formation, and the effect seemed quite good.
"Scram." She Huan roared in anger. Fierce flood dragon claws struck out. Claw shadows clashed with sword shadows, producing continuous rumbling sounds.
The sword shadows seemed endless, attacking without cease, making it increasingly difficult for She Huan to handle.
Such was the power of formations—as the formation unfolded, it grew stronger.
"Absolute power? Ignorant. Ridiculous."
Lin Feng said coldly, causing She Huan's eyes to stiffen. When he had appeared, he had maintained an arrogant posture, as if Lin Feng's life was already in his hands, as if Lin Feng was a dead man in his eyes, someone he could kill whenever he wished. He thought that with his Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm cultivation, he could completely overwhelm Lin Feng and his group, killing Lin Feng with ease.
But now, that arrogant posture and those words seemed laughable and ironic. A single sword formation had trapped him.
"Roar!"
A terrifying bestial aura burst from his body. The flood dragon phantom appeared behind She Huan. She Qiong had inherited his martial soul—the Flood Dragon Martial Soul.
"Break for me."
She Huan punched out with both fists simultaneously. A dark, destructive color appeared in the space. Even the sword shadows were shattered.
"Flood Dragon Fist Intent!"
She Huan roared loudly. Countless flood dragon fists seemed to appear on his body, striking out in all directions. The Flood Dragon Fist Intent came from the Flood Dragon Fist Scripture. She Huan's cultivation was much stronger than She Qiong's had been back then. His use of the Flood Dragon Fist Scripture was far more powerful, his comprehension deeper.
"Boom, rumble!"
Within the formation, a terrifying aura of destruction raged wildly. Sword energy and flood dragon fists collided and tumbled, seemingly without end.
"Kill!"
She Huan blasted open an opening. His body shot straight into the sky, charging out of the formation while also striking at the person above him.
Wherever the terrifying fists passed, all sword shadows were destroyed, vanishing without a trace.
"Sword Firmament!"
Lin Feng's voice remained calm and cold. As he spoke, the thirty-six young women moved simultaneously, unhurried, precise to the last. Though their minds were connected, they couldn't think exactly the same thoughts. Therefore, the formation's operation was supplemented by Lin Feng's commands. As soon as his words fell, they immediately executed simultaneously.
"Chi, chi!"
Thirty-six sword firmaments slashed out simultaneously from all directions, condensed from sword shadows, falling from the void. The crowd could clearly see streaks of white sword light—these were all terrifying sword firmaments.
She Huan's gaze froze. Looking from below upward, he saw horizontal bars of sword light spanning across the space above him, then slashing down.
This sword formation was terrifying. These women could slash out such powerful sword firmaments by borrowing the formation's power. Formations borrowed the power of heaven and earth, and when attacking, they borrowed the formation's might.
"Flood Dragon Roar!"
She Huan roared in fury, his hands reaching toward the sky. The terrifying roar of flood dragons rolled out, as if many flood dragons were charging upward, crashing against the descending sword firmaments. The tremendous recoil force actually knocked She Huan's body back.
His gaze suddenly shifted. She Huan looked at Lin Feng, who was directing the formation from outside, and shouted, "The four of you, why haven't you killed him yet?"
The four Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer experts had been watching from outside. They had originally thought that with She Huan making a move, he would surely kill Lin Feng easily, leaving no need for them to act. But when the battle actually erupted, Lin Feng hadn't even stepped forward, and they had been captivated by the fight between She Huan and the thirty-six women, forgetting to kill Lin Feng.
Now, awakened by She Huan's angry shout, their eyes instantly all fell on Lin Feng.
That's right. Although the thirty-six women had trapped She Huan, killing him wouldn't be so simple. Moreover, the formation couldn't be missing even one person, or She Huan would break it. This meant that Lin Feng was now alone, without help. Furthermore, Lin Feng was controlling the formation. If not now, when would they kill him?
Kill Lin Feng, and perhaps the sword formation would collapse on its own.
Four Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer experts all revealed killing intent toward Lin Feng. They stepped forward, all arriving in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng had taken advantage of their companion's carelessness to kill him. Now, they wanted Lin Feng's life, to eliminate future trouble, especially given Lin Feng's terrifying talent on display.
Lin Feng seemed to sense their killing intent. His body slowly turned to face the four. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Now, they all wanted to kill him, treating him as a soft target?
He opened his hand. A terrifying soul aura was released. At the same time, streaks of light flickered. Swords appeared. And this time, there were still thirty-six swords. Each sword light was dazzling, shaking people's hearts.
"Another thirty-six swords. What is Lin Feng going to do?"
Many people's pupils contracted. The thirty-six women had already formed a formation to deal with She Huan. Now, Lin Feng seemed to be setting up another formation. Could he, alone, also form a formation?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
For a single person to use a formation, there were illusion formations and killing formations. After setting up the formation, it relied on automatic operation. But some formations required human control. For example, this Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation required thirty-six people with tacit cooperation and connected minds. Lin Feng, alone, how could he unleash the formation's power? He probably couldn't even handle all thirty-six swords!
PS: Added two flowers, 48/—continue to beg for fresh flowers!