"The Wind and Cloud Tyrant Body, which contains the ultimate rigidity and flexibility, is really amazing."
On this day, Li Fuchen's wind and cloud domineering body finally reached the ultimate state.
The wind and cloud entwined in the darkness like ink, like a living thing, constantly wriggling and rolling.
With a punch, Void trembles twice in succession, and its power is actually stronger than Nine Dragon Claws.
Of course, because Fengyun Domineering body is mainly defensive, Fengyun Domineering cannot leave the body too much, and can only fight in close quarters, and the attack range is far worse than Nine Dragon Claws.
"There are Nine Dragon Claws in the middle distance, the Red Tribulation in the short distance, and the Wind and Cloud Tyrant Body at close range. This is truly impeccable."
A smile appeared on Li Fuchen's face.
The strength of the reborn martial artist who is comparable to the master of the fighting spirit realm can easily reach dozens of miles away, but that is a true Qi martial artist, and the body-refining martial artist can only reach a few kilometers, and it must be a bold attack, such as Li Fuchen’s Nine Dragon Claws. Within five miles, it can be regarded as a peak attack. Over five miles, the power will drop sharply, and the red catastrophe is only about 100 meters, and the wind and cloud bully body, ten meters away, will lose most of its power.
To the southeast of the Chihong Mountains, a large group of high-ranking warriors from the reborn realm galloped in, with a total of five or six hundred people.
"Are there another batch?"
Li Fuchen looked over.
Soon, these warriors appeared outside the Chihong Mountain Range.
"Li Fuchen, you have disrupted the order of the Bailin Continent, come with us!"
The leading two are obviously two king-level disciples, and their aura is quite extraordinary, far surpassing Bai Lingshuang and Sikongzhan.
"Who are you?"
Li Fuchen had guessed who the other party was, but still wanted to confirm.
"Shadow Palace!"
"Star Tower!"
The two king-level disciples proudly said.
"really."
Li Fuchen raised his eyebrows.
Like the Xuankong Mountain, the Shadow Palace and the Astral Tower are both emperor-level forces and can be described as the uncrowned kings of the Whitescale Continent.
"If you have this strength, how about a trip with you."
Li Fuchen smiled faintly.
"Stubbornly stubborn, set up an array."
While the two king-level disciples were speaking, the high-ranking warriors from the rear were flying over and arranged into two large formations.
The phantom battle formation, two hundred and seventy people battle formation.
Little stars are in the battle formation, two hundred and eighty people battle formation.
"Li Fuchen, there is still a chance to catch it now." A voice came from the battle formation that showed a faint shadow.
"Go ahead!"
Li Fuchen's eyes burst into light.
"Void Sky Screen!"
The first attack was the phantom battle formation.
The phantom battle formation in the Shadow Palace is no longer an ordinary battle formation. With its own battle formation skills, I saw a group of phantoms, centered on the phantom battle formation, spreading in all directions, in the blink of an eye, a radius of a hundred miles. Within, everything became hazy, and it seemed to be covered with an opaque veil.
Hum!
In the phantom, the phantom battle formation instantly appeared behind Li Fuchen, and a phantom tentacle slapped fiercely.
"A battle formation with more than two hundred people is really extraordinary. Not only does it have its own battle formation skills, but it can also be moved from a long distance." Li Fuchen narrowed his eyes, feeling the terrible power of the emperor.
The people in the formation are only high-level cultivation bases in the reborn realm. If they are high-level cultivation bases in the Douling realm, wouldn't they be able to contend against Yuanhai realm kings
It can be said that the battle formation has given full play to its advantages in numbers, provided that the battle formation is sufficiently advanced.
Changing to any emperor-level disciple would take a bit of energy to deal with the phantom battle formation, but Li Fuchen was not as simple as an ordinary emperor-level disciple.
His spiritual sense had reached the level of the Yuanhai Realm. Under a single thought, the trajectory of the phantom battle formation was vividly visible, and there was no secret at all.
In other words, the battle formation skill phantom sky curtain is invalid for him.
Turning around, swinging a fist, the nine-headed dragon roared boldly and collided with the tentacles.
boom!
The tentacles were torn apart, and the phantom battlefield retreated more than a mile.
"What, repelled the phantom battle formation."
In the battle of Xiaoxing, the king-level disciple was surprised.
The number of ghost battle formations is ten less than that of Xiaoxingsu battle formation, which is slightly less powerful, but the ghost battle formation is very flexible and changeable, and it is impossible to defend. Li Fuchen can not only defend perfectly, but also retreat from the ghost battle with a punch. Array.
"Awesome, the battle formation did not collapse."
This was the first time that Li Fuchen could not defeat the battle with a single move.
He didn't need to go all out to defeat those battles in the past.
"Come again."
Li Fuchen was so happy that someone was his opponent.
Boom boom boom...
One person for a while, crazy battle.
Generally speaking, Li Fuchen has an absolute advantage. Every time he makes a shot, the phantom battle formation will violently retreat, and there is not much chance of counterattack at all.
Inside the phantom battle formation, the king-level disciple with slightly thin lips gritted his teeth. The combined strength of 270 people is no match for Li Fuchen. How strong is this person!
After hard work again and again, Li Fuchen could bear it, and the phantom battle formation could not bear it. Everyone inside felt that the true energy was a little stagnant. This was because the power cycle of the battle formation was not smooth enough.
Two hundred and seventy people are always two hundred and seventy people, and they are not a whole body. In this regard, the battle formation will never be better than the pure formation.
"Not yet."
The king-level disciple with slightly thin lips shouted towards Xiaoxingsu's battle formation.
"Shoot."
The small star battle formation swept over like a group of stars.
Crackling!
The nine-headed dragon that enveloped Li Fuchen shook and shook.
Compared with the Phantom Battle Array, the Little Star Battle Array is not flexible and changeable, but in terms of power, it surpasses the Phantom Battle Array.
Facing the two great battles alone, Li Fuchen was not afraid, raised his fist and smashed it out with one punch.
The two battles were like a ball, constantly being shaken away and repelled.
"Damn it."
The faces of the two king-level disciples who led the battle formation were not very good-looking. Although Li Fuchen’s attacks were basically divided equally by the strength of the battle formation, they were not under much pressure, but they continued to withstand the attacks. The circulation of the force of the formation is obviously not as smooth as before.
"Little Stars Divine Light!"
The stars are shining brightly in the battle, and a large divine light shoots at Li Fuchen.
Tear!
Li Fuchen grabbed it with one claw, and the light was torn apart.
"Red Tribulation!"
Seizing an opportunity, Li Fuchen stormed the battle formation of Xiaoxingsu with a red robbery.
Click!
A crack appeared on the surface of the small star war formation, and several disciples of the outer sect of the star tower vomited blood.
The Red Dust Catastrophe is extremely permeable. At first, the battle formation was running smoothly. Li Fuchen's Red Dust Catastrophe did not penetrate. Now the battle formation is stagnant, and Li Fuchen's Red Catastrophe force has been stabbed, finally hurting a few stars outside the Pagoda. disciple.
As these disciples of the outer sect of the Star Constellation Tower were injured, the battle formation of the Star Constellation became more vulnerable, and the twinkling stars became a little distorted and became extremely unstable.
"Storm!"
Li Fuchen hit Xiaoxingsu's battle formation with a punch again, this time it was a wind and cloud domineering move.
Click! Click!
In the small star wars, more disciples from the outer sect of the star tower vomited blood, and the war was finally on the verge of collapse.
In the rear, a long phantom tentacle slammed, but the phantom battlefield came to rescue.
"You are waiting!"
Surrounded by a black and ink-like wind and cloud domineering, Li Fuchen deliberately took a tentacle blow, and then reflexively punched the phantom battlefield, and the power of the red dust spread out.
Compared to the small star battle formation, the phantom battle formation was even worse. The battle formation collapsed directly, and everything became clear in a radius of a hundred miles.