Fang Tian painted a halberd to show his power, and the dry weather ran through the sky, and the shadow of the halberd was magnificent, just like an ancient beast, thirsty for blood!
"The wild goose breaks the sky!"
Above the sky, fierce flames soared, and a fierce wild goose flew out, flapping its wings, and shooting!
Di Jing didn't dare to be careless, the might of a fierce soldier was hard to predict, he was heartbroken, and his soul was destroyed. If he didn't deal with it well, he would die in Youquan. Immediately destroy the clock in the left hand, the big bone stick in the right hand, and the two magical weapons are all out to counter the fierce flames.
Mie Zhe Zhong has been in harmony with Di Jing's soul, as he pleases, and is able to fight on his own. At this moment, the scriptures are transformed and entangled, each like a chain, entraining the power of eliminating demons and evil spirits to meet the ferocious wild goose.
The wild goose is evil, destroying all things; the chain of scriptures, holy spirit is raging. Two powerful forces impacted, and the space shook suddenly, and countless giant trees fell toward the surroundings. As for the surrounding monks, under these two powerful forces, they all felt the pressure and retreated one after another.
"Unexpectedly, this Di Jing should have such strength, able to compete with Qian Zhongtian!"
"This is not his strength, but the power of the magic weapon in his hand. If the magic weapon is removed, the result is hard to say."
"It's hard to say, you have seen it before. Di Jing and Gan Zhongtian fought close, but it was quite easy to deal with. Di Jing's strength should not be under Gan Zhongtian!"
Di Jing entered their line of sight for the first time, but he still didn't know the details, and they were all guessing his depth. That Gan Zhongtian had already gained a reputation in the Misty Mountains, and his strength was extremely strong. In this area, it could be said that there were a few masters. Whether Di Jing could become famous with this battle, they were very much looking forward to it.
The monks who had known Di Jing sneered at these people. They knew quite well what Di Jing could do, and they didn't think that they could be compared with the Primordial race.
"In the late stage of the Huamai realm, you can fight the Primordial Heir. Now Di Jing is already at the Great Perfection of the Huamai realm. Do you think Gan Zhongtian will be his opponent?" said a monk who knew the situation, although they had a little bit of Di Jing. Old grudges, but there is also a life-saving grace, the emotions in this are quite complicated.
However, many people can't stand it because they are so domineering and domineering, and their minds are biased towards Di Jing.
"This Qian Zhongtian can't be regarded as a peerless figure in the Huamai Realm, and cannot be compared with Di Jing!"
The Huamai Realm can contend with the ancient heirs! This is amazing! The bloodline of the Primordial race is quite powerful and rare, and the inheritance in its bloodline is shocking to the world, and human beings cannot compare with it. However, Di Jing could fight the primordial heirs in the late stage of the Hua Mai realm. This kind of strength shocked the world!
The fierce wild goose fought against the chain of scriptures for a long time, and Di Jing and Qian Zhongtian poured their strength into their own to activate the magical power.
In Fang Tian's painting halberd, another fierce flame rushed out, superimposing the strength of the previous one, and the big goose instantly changed into a big peng bird, screaming loudly.
At the same time, a statue of King Ming appeared on the bell of Miezhe, with his legs folded and his palms folded together, accompanied by the sound of the humming Buddha. In an instant, the holy light is brilliant, and the vast Buddha power spreads like a flood, transcending all directions.
"King Kong opens his eyes!"
Di Jing let out a deep cry, and then chanted the Buddhist language, and the words on the Bell of Extinguishing Truth became more brilliant, and the statue of King Ming followed the sound of the Buddha and opened his eyes with anger! As soon as King Ming opened his eyes and became angry, the chains of the scriptures twisted out, and the opponent's fierce flame turned into a big Peng, and it seemed to collapse!
"burst!"
Seeing that the fierce bird transformed by the fierce soldier's flames turned out to be invincible, Qian Zhongtian hurriedly detonated the Dapeng, and a destructive force surged and exploded the image of King Ming. With golden light falling like rain, Di Jing backed up a few steps, recalled Miezhizhong, and enveloped him on his left arm.
The explosive force swept across the four directions, and the earth also cracked a few huge cracks at this moment. The holy energy and the fierce flames became muddy together, forming an inexplicable force.
"Have a history!" Gan Zhongtian snorted, his eyes solemn.
"Thank you." Di Jing said indifferently.
"I'm admiring the magic weapon in your hand!" Dry Zhongtian moved the Euphorbia, splitting a rotating light, which seemed to cut the space and flew out quickly.
"My answer is what I meant!" Di Jing swung out the white bone stick, and several avenue inscriptions on it were activated, emitting golden light, and a mighty force surged, once again blocking the opponent's offensive.
The six wings flew into motion, and the magic of the magic was mysterious and mysterious, and he immediately came to Qian Zhongtian, raising the big stick and it was a fierce attack.
Fang Tian painted the halberd dance in the middle of the sky, and the wind screamed, and the whole body was enveloped by the shadow of the halberd, forming an unbreakable protection. He was very jealous to fight Di Jing close, so passive.
Di Jing's left fist was shielded from the clock of Miezhe, indestructible, the treasure of Buddhism that had been awakened by the spirit, the power was unimaginable. Everyone saw that Di Jing was carrying the spiraling scriptures in his left hand, and blasted away the shadow of the opponent with a punch, and then the bone stick followed.
Qian Zhongtian was taken aback, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of blood on Fang Tian's painting halberd!
"Blood sacrifice, fierce soldiers and demon!"
The fierce flames swallowed the blood, and Fang Tian's painted halberd immediately trembled, like a crazy demon, flying out by itself, holding the bone stick. And on his body, Fierce Flame was extremely violent, and after the blood sacrifice in the sky, it turned into black.
With a terrible howl, Fierce Flame turned into a black peacock, with a fierce breath that made people tremble.
"Qian Zhongtian used his own blood and essence to sacrifice the magical tool, so that the magical tool exudes the strongest power. Does he know that using the essence and blood to sacrifice the magical tool will have serious consequences? If this magical tool can't drink the opponent's blood, The backlash you have suffered from Qian Zhongtian is not small!" Shi Feiyan couldn't help frowning when he saw the battle going on like this.
When I looked at Di Jing again, I found that Di Jing's change tactics had already placed a seal in front of him. It was also like an evil beast, ferocious and terrifying!
The imprint of the beast and the gods was formed by decomposing the Dao inscriptions and then condensed again. Di Jing was the most familiar with this trick. The breath of the avenue permeated out, making the world quiet, as if worshipping this pattern.
"Qian Zhongtian, your arrogance and arrogance are going to be suppressed today!" Shi Feiyan looked at Di Jing intently, and doubts arose in his heart. This Di Jing, I don't know where he came from, and he could have such a method. .
"Is it going to be the winner? This kind of momentum, this kind of power, it is estimated that it will be dead!"
"I don't know who will die?"
"Chan Zhongtian will probably be defeated, Di Jing is not something he can provoke!" said the monk who knew Di Jing.
The monks were hiding far away, and they all knew very well that such a powerful move would inevitably spread to a large area around them. If they couldn't resist it, they might die under this explosive force.
boom!
Drying the blood to sacrifice Fang Tian's halberd, did not use any more power, the black peacock attacked on its own, with incredible power!
The imprint of the Heavenly Beast God, under the surging of Di Jing's secret power, roared, like a whole beast, biting at the black peacock!
The fierce force exploded, the air was distorted, the earth shook, and the original crack opened again under this huge force, and it became deeper and deeper.
The vegetation was broken and the boulders rolled. The cultivators had been hiding far, but under this power, they still felt that the destructive power was constantly coming.
As for the two people fighting in the field, they were completely overwhelmed by this arrogance.
After a long time, the wind and sand stopped, and the damaged forest leaves no longer fell, but there was a strange atmosphere around, and it was impossible to see the result of the battle, who fell down.
The wind blew the clouds away, and the ground was messy, and the mysterious cave was also half-collapsed under this huge force.
On the battlefield, the two stood face to face, holding Fang Tian's halberd in the middle of the sky, motionless; while Di Jing, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, was dripping on the ground.
The remaining fierce flames of Fang Tian's painted halberd were still flowing, curling up Di Jing's dripping blood and swallowing it greedily.
"Is Di Jing defeated?"
"It's impossible! How could Di Jing be defeated?" The monks who knew Di Jing couldn't accept it. It's impossible for a fierce man who can match the ancient heirs to lose like this
"There is nothing impossible. The murderous soldier in Zhongtian's hands is too terrible. Once the recovery is activated, any result is possible!"
At this moment, Di Jing's left hand Mie Di Zhong has turned into a small clock, stopped in the palm of his hand, and the white bone stick in his right hand has also lost its breath. His face was calm, and there was no wave of waves.
"The fierce soldier is very good, but you are far away!" Di Jing said, his eyes suddenly shot out, shocking the soul.
"You are very strong, but...I will eventually recover today's humiliation!" Qian Zhongtian's face showed unwillingness, his hands were shaking, and the power of his whole body was suppressing Fang Tian's painting of a halberd. .
The blood sacrifice to the fierce soldiers inspires all the power of the fierce soldiers, the fierce flames are blazing, and they will never return without drinking the enemy's blood. But if it fails to win, it will backfire its owner, and the consequences will be extremely serious.
Fang Tian painted a halberd with fierce flames, and the little blood that Di Jing lost was simply not enough to satisfy fierce flames' desire. At this moment, all the fierce flames returned to the halberd, and in order to calm the furious and restless power, they began to counterattack Qian Zhongtian!
The black fierce flame climbed along the arm, reached the shoulder, and spread across the body.
Qian Zhongtian fought hard to resist, trying to suppress the fierce flames, but this fierce flame was quite domineering, and with the power of Qian Zhongtian, he couldn't resist at all.
Soon, the fierce flames spread all over Zhongtian's body, began to suck power, and even draw blood. His whole body slowly withered, his skin began to appear wrinkles, he lost his vigorous spirit, and he seemed to be old for decades at that moment.
"This murderous soldier is terrifying! Although the power is powerful, the consequences are unbearable." The surrounding monks looked at their scalp numb, and their hearts were horrified.
Fang Tian's painted halberd was still devouring the essence and blood, and the sky grew old rather quickly, seeming to be using its lifespan to fill the hungry beast. If the blood on his body can't satisfy the murderous soldier, he will only be swallowed into a mummy in the end, but if it can be satisfied, he will suffer irreparable damage in the end, which will be a huge obstacle to future practice.
The essence and blood have been swallowed clean, which means that the foundation has been completely emptied, and it is quite difficult to make up for it.
"I've been old for hundreds of years in the middle of the sky, and now I think of a dying old man. It's terrifying! I don't know if he will survive?"
"Falling Flame has stopped, and Zhongtian is almost coming to an end!"
"It's good to be able to survive. As long as you have life, it is better than anything! But after this day, it is estimated that there will be no major achievements." Some monks sighed, Qian Zhongtian had a good aptitude, strong strength, and a good background. . His family is a major power in the West and has a great future, but it is almost destroyed now.
At this time, Gan Zhongtian, skinny and limp on the ground, looked like a dying old man, completely devoid of vigor. I saw that he tremblingly took out some pill, and fed it to his mouth with difficulty, regaining some of his energy.
"That Di Jing is not easy, it is incredible to be able to contend with such a powerful soldier!"
"In the later stage of the Huamai realm, it can contend against the primordial heirs, and the current strength is almost at the peak of this realm!"
The surrounding earth was cracked and it was tens of feet deep, and a trace of unconscious breath came out of the crack and filled the space between the sky and the earth. The people around were amazed at the battle, but did not notice, only the jade silkworm trembling white jade-like body, in awe of that breath.