After Lin Heng set up the Eight-Origin Heavenly Desolation Sword Formation, the four clones went from being disdainful at the beginning to having solemn expressions at this moment.
"Although this sword formation is very similar to the Eight-Origin Heavenly Desolation Sword Formation, it may not be the real one. Let's not be frightened by our own wild guesses."
Yan Juetian's Evil Avatar suddenly uttered a sentence.
Upon hearing this, the other three clones also laughed.
"That's right, the Eight-Origin Heavenly Desolation Sword Formation was destroyed by our Eight Great Imperial Clans long ago. How could Lin Heng possibly have obtained it?"
"In my opinion, this is at best a similar sword formation, and its power may not be as terrifying as the Eight-Origin Heavenly Desolation Sword Formation."
"Let me try it out. If it really is just a fake, let me break it!"
The last sentence is the appearance of Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar.
As he finished speaking, he conjured a flaming longsword in his right hand and thrust it at Lin Heng in front of him.
Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar was extremely fast, and given that he was already close to Lin Heng, he could be said to have rushed forward and immediately reached within twenty meters of Lin Heng.
At this distance, with just a little more effort, he could immediately rush in front of Lin Heng Lin Heng and pierce his body with the flaming sword.
But just then, a burst of firelight blazed up in front of Lin Heng.
'Bang!'
Yan Xuanming 'Evil Avatar sword pierced the flames, producing a crisp sound, like the clash of metal.
'call!'
Suddenly, flames erupted, and the powerful impact forced Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar back.
When the flames subsided, a longsword engulfed in flames appeared where the fire had been.
"Heh! Lin Heng, do you really think you can scare us by showing off a fake sword formation?"
It seemed that Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar had not sensed the terror of the sword formation during the previous test, and he immediately laughed and mocked.
Lin Heng smiled but didn't say anything more.
They will soon realize the horror of ignorance.
"Disperse!"
Lin Heng waved his hand at the flaming longsword in front of him, and the sword automatically dissipated, turning into flames that scattered in all directions.
'call!'
Just as the four clones were puzzled as to why Lin Heng automatically dispelled his flaming sword, Lin Heng suddenly sprang up and rushed towards Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar in the air like an arrow released from a bow.
"Good, I'll kill you one more time!"
Instead of retreating, Yan Xuanming Evil Avatar, wielding a flaming longsword and thrusting it towards Lin Heng's brow.
While still in mid-air, Lin Heng waved his right hand, and the Origin of Water automatically appeared.
In the blink of an eye, the Origin of Water condensed into a crescent moon of water color, which swayed in the air before being flung towards Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar.
Faced with this sudden attack, Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar dared not be careless and quickly stopped attacking Lin Heng, instead adopting a defensive stance with his flaming longsword.
When the water-colored crescent moon and the flaming longsword touched, the crescent moon Shattering in a single exchange, scattering countless water droplets across the sky.
Just as Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar was about to sneer, his Good Avatar shouted first, "Retreat!"
Upon hearing the notification, Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar reacted instinctively and vanished from its spot.
At the very moment he disappeared, a golden light flashed past where he had been standing; it was a flying sword formed from the Power of the Sun that launched the attack.
After dodging the first attack, Yan Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief, only to be met with another surge of violent energy from behind.
Without looking back, his countless combat experiences made him wisely choose to dodge again.
This time, another dark yellow Origin of Earth longsword launched an attack.
Looking closely into the sky, the eight flying swords of Power of Origin simultaneously launched themselves, stabbing towards Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar from different directions.
"This formation is strange! Everyone, attack together!"
Seeing that his Evil Avatar was struggling to cope, Yan Xuanming's Good Avatar quickly called upon his two other clones to join the attack.
The three clones that were standing to the side rushed towards Yan Xuanming's Evil Avatar without hesitation.
Immediately following, another twenty-four primordial flying swords flew towards the three clones.
Outside the formation, one could clearly see thirty-two flying swords, eight swords in each formation, attacking one person relentlessly.
The four clones, who were under relentless attack, were filled with shock.
Why are there thirty-two primordial flying swords?
At this moment, Yan Juetian's Good and Evil Doppelgangers regretted their actions. If they had continued to watch the battle, perhaps they wouldn't have gotten involved in this trouble.
But it was too late for regrets. Faced with the attack of the primordial flying sword that made them all feel threatened, the four clones were powerless to do anything but dodge and try their best to avoid the attack.
They're busy here, but Lin Heng won't be idle.
Lin Heng then turned his gaze to the Fire Clan Heavenly Venerable Realm was also shrouded in the formation.
In the instant Lin Heng looked at them, Yan Ye and the others also felt that cold gaze.
A single glance from him left Yan Ye momentarily stunned.
Faced with the soul attack of the Primordial Realm expert, he, Ninth-Grade Heavenly Venerable Realm, was utterly unable to resist, let alone other Fire Clan cultivators of lower realms.
" Lin Heng, your opponent is us."
" Lin Heng, does your Battle Heaven Pavilion really intend to bully the weak?"
"We didn't attack any of your Battle Heaven Pavilion disciples just now."
Seeing that Lin Heng was about to attack his disciples, the four clones became anxious.
Although the Heavenly Venerable Realm is only considered a mid-level force in the Fire Clan, it's not something that comes along easily or casually.
The loss of these dozens of the Heavenly Venerable Realm would be an unbearable blow to the Fire Clan.
"Snort!"
"Bullying the weak? What about the four of you at the Primordial Realm attacking me?"
"You didn't attack my Battle Heaven Pavilion disciples? That's just because you were afraid I'd run away."
Lin Heng scoffed dismissively, directly exposing the petty schemes of his four clones.
The reason why the four clones did not allow Yan Ye and other Heavenly Venerable Realm experts to attack the disciples of the Battle Heaven Pavilion when they were entangled with Lin Heng was that
It's impossible that they didn't want to take action; how could they not understand the principle of eliminating the root of the problem?
The reason they only had Yan Ye and the others surround the disciples of the Battle Heaven Pavilion without killing them was precisely because they were afraid Lin Heng would escape.
With tens of thousands of disciples trapped here, how could Lin Heng possibly escape?
However, if his disciples are killed, Lin Heng, who has lost all his attachments, might have some means of escape. If he manages to escape, today's plan will be in vain.
After all, their primary target from the very beginning was Lin Heng.
A sect that could be built in a very short time and become unshakeable even in the Eighth Heaven.
Who can guarantee that if Lin Heng were given more time, he wouldn't be unable to create another Battle Heaven Pavilion?
Lin Heng's merciless retort left his four clones speechless.
Just as the four clones remained silent, Lin Heng made his move.
"Since you dare to trespass into my Battle Heaven Pavilion, then you may stay here forever..."
Lin Heng's icy voice boomed in the minds of Yan Ye and the other Heavenly Venerable Realm cultivators.
At the same time, eight beams of Power of Origin erupted from below, instantly forming a light prison that trapped them within.