"Physical Refinement is really tyrannical... If I escaped the light faster, if my Body Refinement was stronger, it would not be difficult to destroy Bai Fei Teng with one sword... Is this the way of fighting the ancient gods and demons!"
Ning Fan's eyes flashed with fire. In the memories of Chaos Ancient, there are many gods and demons who have transformed into ten thousand feet and destroyed a star in the cave with one punch!
After taking away the body of Dharma, Ning Fan let out a light breath, took away the giant sword, opened his mouth again, and spewed out the flying sword of Zhanli in the form of starlight.
He looked at Bai Zun indifferently, and Bai Zun, with a gloomy expression, faintly instinctively feared, took a half step back.
I'm timid... Just now, the battle between swords and swords touching and breaking the law with force made Bai Feiteng, terrified!
He silently recited the secret formula, swept away the fear in his heart, and returned to his usual cold and arrogant expression.
"I still have Wanhunfan, I still have 'Ziyan Frost', I have used the broken magic bead, he can no longer use the body refining technique to stealthily deceive me, I will not lose!"
On Bai Zun's face, pride and self-confidence appeared again. Although it was actually much weaker than before, in Ning Fan's eyes, it was the first time that he paid some attention to Bai Zun.
No matter what the cultivation level of this person is, after all, he is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, but his state of mind is extremely calm. As for myself, if the only thing that is inferior to Bai Feiteng, I am afraid it is the state of mind... the demon... I haven't killed the demon, and I haven't completed the golden core. In terms of state of mind, after all, I am inferior to Bai Zun.
However, fighting is not a weakness, but a strength! Take out your strongest unique skills and spell out a result. People who are ignorant learn everything from Poetry, Book, Ritual, and Yi. As a result, they can master a few things, and they can use them later.
Indistinctly, Ning Fan's mood improved a little again, and the previous worries about his own strength were swept away.
"If I can kill the enemy, I am strong! Even if my mood is not as good as his, my practice is not as good as his, and my age is not as good as him!"
The change in Ning Fan's vision and the improvement in his state of mind, the Rongling cultivator did not know why, but the Jindan cultivator all knew that this was a harbinger of a breakthrough in his state of mind.
This son, actually broke through the state of mind in the fighting method... This son's aptitude is worthy of a monster!
Only Bai Feiteng, his eyelids wrinkled, seemed to have regained his previous arrogance, and he couldn't bear to see Ning Fan being in the limelight.
"It's a mystery! This time, the old man will not give you the opportunity to use the body refining technique... The old man will let you know the horror of Wanhunfan!"
His face sank, he slapped the storage bag, and took out a blood-red soul flag, which flashed with brilliance and suffocation, and rushed towards his face. On it, there was a lot of ghost crying. I really don't know how many people Bai Zun killed in his life, and all of them were included in the soul flag.
As soon as this soul flag came out, countless old monsters squinted... Bai Zun actually used the most powerful magic weapon, Wanhun flag, in the second encounter! In the face of a junior Rongling, he did everything he could!
And then, Bai Feiteng's old face hesitated slightly, and immediately took out a black heavy armor and put it on his body.
"This is... a spiritual outfit of the peak Jinxuan rank, Xuan Heavy Armor! The effect, it can defend against the all-out attack of the cultivators in the middle stage of Jindan..."
All the old monsters narrowed their eyes, and especially Bai Zun's old enemy, Elder Songfeng, clenched his fists and his eyes were deep.
"Old man Bai, you actually still have this spiritual outfit... If you had this thing in the decisive battle back then, old man, it would have been defeated by you... You really are, hidden..."
After taking out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and Xuan Chongjia one after another, Bai Feiteng's heart really settled down. This is his trump card. He has already put out his old face. If he can't beat Ning Fan with his trump card, he can really find a piece of tofu and kill him!
He sneered at Ning Fan, but he did not see the expected fear in Ning Fan's eyes.
Ning Fan's eyes only swept over Bai Zun's two magic weapons, showing disdain.
"Wanhun Banner... This banner is sacrificed with the blood of ten thousand souls. Once the ten thousand souls are released, it is difficult for the late Jindan monks to compete... But it is easy to break it! Xuan heavy armor... What a tortoise shell, the peak of Jin Xuan The spiritual costume of Yuxuan is only one line away from Yuxuan... Unfortunately, it is not difficult to break it!"
In Ning Fan's eyes, there is no bloody feeling of fighting, no tension, just calm. Wang Yao can give him crisis and tension, but Bai Zun is not enough.
"You're off now, there's still time..."
Ning Fan's tone was indifferent, but in Bai Zun's ears, it was undoubtedly a big laughing stock.
"End? The old man has already used his magic weapon, and it's ridiculous that he has to end the game! Without the body refining technique, you are nothing!"
Bai Feiteng shook the Ten Thousand Souls flag, countless ghosts had hollow eye sockets, bleeding from their tongues, dense like dark clouds, gloomy cries, and drifted towards Ning Fan.
The strength of these ghosts, each of which is displayed, is only seven layers of pulse-opening. For the Rongling cultivator and the Jindan cultivator, killing a single person is easy... But this soul flag is characterized by inexhaustible killing and inexhaustible use!
Ten thousand ants can kill an elephant. Ten thousand ghosts devour the body, can devour the fairy Buddha! If Ning Fan doesn't break the main soul, he will be in danger...
Soul banners are sacrificed, and there is a main soul that dominates all the sub-souls, and is a superb soul banner. Lu Ziqiao's Soul Refining Banner, although there are many souls, lacks a tyrannical main soul, and its actual power is far less than that of the White Fei Teng Banner.
The main soul is immortal, and the divided souls are inexhaustible... This is the real difficulty of the soul banner, and the consumption will also consume you.
And when all the souls come out, you can't find out in a short time which soul is the hidden main soul. Even, maybe the main soul is hiding inside the flag.
One by one, the old monsters outside the arena, looking at the souls and screaming, all scalps tingle. Soul-cultivating cultivators are the most difficult to deal with, and house-seizing cultivators are the most difficult to kill... And soul-cultivating cultivators, the more they get to the end, the more powerful they are. One hundred thousand soul streamers, one million soul streamers, ten million soul streamers, and... one billion soul streamers!
The more souls there are, the more changes the soul flags have, and the more powerful they are. It's just that there are too many sacrifice flags...
"This son, don't look at it..." Elder Songfeng closed his eyes and frowned. He had suffered a big loss under Bai Zun's soul banner, and naturally he was not optimistic about Ning Fan.
"As expected of Bai Zun... This soul flag is invincible in the middle stage of Jindan!" Lu Ziqiao, who was already a disciple of the deacon, showed a fiery face. He is arrogant and arrogant, but he still worships Bai Zun extremely.
But immediately, the screams of ghosts came, and Song Feng opened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the battlefield with his old eyes!
But I saw that Ning Fan didn't avoid the ghost at all, and even didn't even look for the main soul.
With just a flick of a finger, the Zhan Li sword turned into endless starlight, and disappeared in a flash, and immediately, one by one, the ghosts began to burn for no reason.
In an instant, the remnants of ten thousand souls burned as much as half... Ordinary ghosts, still dazed, only instinctively fearful, and among them, the soul of an inconspicuous red-clothed child, with a horrified gaze, moved towards the ten thousand soul banner. run away.
This child is the main soul. Because he is the only soul that retains spirituality!
"Destroy!"
Ning Fan's eyes were quick and his hands were fast. He slashed away with one finger, and the flying sword flickered and flashed.
With the destruction of the main soul, the Myriad Soul Banner in Bai Zun's hand uttered a mourning sound of a magic weapon, which suddenly filled with countless cracks, and one by one, the ghosts began to explode one after another, turned into soul power, and returned to the banner.
Myriad Soul Banners, the same power is greatly damaged!
"No, no! Old Man's Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Ning Fan, you are too deceiving! 'Bingyang Fall'!"
Bai Feiteng put away the Wanshun flag fiercely, and in his eyes, purple light appeared!
But he saw his hands change tactics, the sky was cold, and a huge sun of hundreds of meters was condensed in an instant!
But this sun is made of ice, and it's still purple...
"Pill-level mid-level magic... Bingyang drop! Isn't this technique the proud technique of the old monster of Yangqing... It is rumored that the old monster of Yangqing was beheaded by the enemy a hundred years ago, the whereabouts of this technique is unknown... It turned out to be killed. The one who died this strange is actually Bai Zun!"
"This purple air... is the fourth-grade cold air, Ziyan Frost!"
Faced with this technique, for the first time, Ning Fan felt a sense of oppression, even if it was only a very small amount.
His eyes narrowed, and he knew that if he wanted to break this ice sun, he was probably only using the black magic flame.
"With the fire of the dragon whirlpool, the second turn... It is not difficult to break this ice sun..."
Ning Fan's eyes moved, and he was about to perform a spell, but when he heard that in the dantian, in the yin and yang lock, a mysterious woman who had been sleeping for a long time, suddenly slightly surprised.
"This is... Ziyan Frost! Ning Fan, take this thing, this thing will be of great use to my sister!"
"Take it away? Breaking this frost, I have a good grasp of it, but taking it away... Do you think I'm really a master of Nascent Soul, I can take something from Bai Feiteng..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly.
"Please... this thing is really important to my sister..." The mysterious woman, with a respected identity, begged Ning Fan for the first time.
"This... that's all, I'll help you, but, how to grab..." Ning Fan's heart softened. This woman saved him several times when he was in danger. Since this woman begged her, how could she refuse.
If the mysterious woman can't do anything about it, she can grab it on her own... Even if her trump card is exposed, it doesn't matter. Once the trump card is revealed, it's easy to take away this frost!
"Don't be so troublesome... My sister has a way to absorb this frost and break this spell... You just need to rush into the ice sun... "
Rush into the ice sun!
Ning Fan lifted his eyelids, this was a mid-level Dan level spell, and it was cast with a fourth-level cold energy. The fourth-grade cold air is only one line away from the frosty cold air...
Should I believe this woman and risk her life...
"Please... "
"Just this, once!"
Ning Fan's eyes were resolute, if he rushed into Bingyang and saw that things were not going well, then he would use the Nian Shou tactic.
She must be seriously injured, but she will not die... And I believe this woman once, help her, and return her favor!