Between the sea of clouds, the two glared like fighting cocks.
They all felt that the other party had broken their treasure, and the hatred in their hearts was hard to resolve, so they had to do it!
boom!
Zhao Changhe moved his hand first, clenched his fist, and the thunder dragon under his feet suddenly gathered more and stronger power of thunder essence, it looked like a real dragon that had gone mad, surrounded by Zhao Changhe's side, following his body's pounce, rushed towards Fang Xing. This thunder dragon, which can attack and defend, coiled around him, making it impossible to attack.
"Little devil, you ruined my spirit treasure, and I want your life to pay!"
Facing Zhao Changhe's ferocity, Fang Xing simply turned around and ran away.
After fleeing for tens of feet, he copied the small ivory pagoda, put his hands together, and with a bang, it became more than thirty times larger, almost similar to a real pagoda. On the nine-story pagoda, the layers of window eaves seemed real They all let out misty Dao Qi, and then dashed left and right in the air, but just burst out from the gourd, and put all the magic weapons that were scattered in the air into the small tower.
Don't worry about fighting, what is anxious is that you have already lost your gourd, and you can't lose your treasure!
This is Fang Xing's only thought at the moment.
For a moment, his body was slippery like smoke, and he walked in the air, and put all the scattered magic weapons back into the small tower. In a hurry, he caught sight of the fragments of the gourd, and found that there were still some seeds inside. , I suddenly had an idea in my heart, and packed the seeds and gourd fragments casually. This thing is really a good thing, and I can't let it go if I can't get the gourd seeds!
Zhao Changhe was enraged by his actions: "It's not worth destroying my spirit treasure, even the seeds?"
"Little devil, I will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces!"
Turning his hands around in circles, dozens of thunder whips as thick as arms suddenly appeared in the air, and slammed towards Fang Xing.
"Damn it, it can't cure you, can it?"
Fang Xing was also annoyed, turned around abruptly, stretched his five fingers into the air, and grasped it abruptly.
Five extremely bright lightning bolts descended from the sky, striking Zhao Changhe from five directions.
After fighting treasures, the real fighting skills started impressively.
Both of them are good people, one is a genius in thunder art, clearly born in the way of talismans, but by chance, he has cultivated the thunder art that dominates the Northern Territory, and the other has passed on the secret art of the dragon clan, and has the ability to create lightning. Ye, as his own dharma, this starting point, except for the third prince of the dragon clan who was sleeping in Guixu, probably no one can compare with it. At this time, when the dharma is fought, it can really be called a fight between dragons and tigers.
The two arts of gold and fire in thunder art and the art of the five elements, and even the wind art developed by the younger monks, are the four most powerful attacks. At this time, both of them have murderous intentions in their hearts. Without any hesitation, they all chose this technique.
boom! boom! boom!
Dazzling thunder and lightning flashed in the air, dazzling and unpredictable.
In the thunder and lightning net all over the void, two figures were looming, and they had already fought with real fire.
The Nanzhan monks and the Fuqi Dao monks who were fighting in the eighth formation subconsciously stayed away from them so as not to be affected.
"Ha ha… "
After a few hundred moves, Zhao Changhe seized an opportunity, struck out the magic formula, and thunder and lightning in the air suddenly formed a large net, whistling in the sky and the earth, and rolled straight towards Fang Xing, his eyes blazed fiercely: "Little devil, you There are all kinds of peerless spells in your body, but what is the use? How many years have you practiced in total, and how many true meanings of spells have you comprehended? Every point of comprehension is one point of skill, and if you are not good at practice, let alone practice the Dragon Clan Thunder Technique, you will be After cultivating the immortal method, it’s not good or not! If all the methods are not perfect, they are mediocre. It’s not as good as if I only mastered one method, but cultivated this method to the extreme. Today is your death day, even if you have achieved nine methods, you will die in my hand..."
As he fought more and more courageously, he already had a feeling that he was sure of winning.
This stems from his hundred years of hard work and his self-confidence to reach the pinnacle of lightning.
The little devil's lightning technique is indeed mysterious, but it can't exert its due power. He hasn't fully comprehended the real dragon technique, and its operation is unfamiliar. There is a feeling of a brainstorming and a more thorough comprehension of Thunder Art. Simply put, in his opinion, Fang Xing's practice of the dragon art is just to make a wedding dress for himself!
For a freak like him who is clearly talented but only practices one method, he must rely on this one method to practice all the methods in the alchemy.
"Feng Chan Mountain!"
Faced with this unavoidable thunder and lightning net, Fang Xing could only grit his teeth, summon the spirit of the mountain, and protect himself.
He also admitted that he was suppressed, which is an impossible thing.
Zhao Changhe is a very annoying guy, but what he said is reasonable, one point of comprehension, one point of ability, this is the most unfaithful thing in the world. He has only practiced for a total of more than ten years now, and he is not busy with robbery on weekdays. Cai is busy on the road, and in practice, especially in the practice of being able to fight with others, although he has indeed worked hard, it is still incomparable to the accumulation of a hundred years.
What's more, Zhao Changhe is a real genius, and he is a genius of lightning technique, a genius of war repair!
Crackling!
Thunder and lightning struck Fang Xing's body like spider webs, and even shattered the void around him, shattering like a rock.
And Fang Xing, who has circulated the spirit of Fengchan Mountain, is as if he is enduring the earth around his body, not moving, not being crushed by the turbulent flow of the void. It can be seen with the naked eye that the invisible mountain spirit manifested around him is constantly crushed by thunder and lightning, and then The constant rebirth, the mountain face and the thunder will collide with each other, and if the two forces annihilate each other, when the mountain face is wiped out, it will be the time when the thunder and lightning crush Fang Xing's body.
It's just that Fang Xing's practice is the meaning of Fengchan Mountain after all. Although he hasn't fully comprehended it and can't exert the strongest power, but after all, the Dharma Seed is the number one in the world, so why is it so easy to be crushed? Can barely hold on.
"Let's see how long you can last!"
Zhao Changhe also seemed a little surprised, but soon he sneered coldly, entangled his hands, and pinched nine formulas in succession.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
There is a hidden sound of dragon chant, swirling in the sea of clouds.
In the eighth formation, almost all the power of the thunder essence was mobilized, and it turned into nine thunder dragons, almost like nine gods lying in the void, with two soulless eyes open, indifferent and He looked down at Fang Xing bluntly, and after a few breaths, suddenly starting from the first dragon on the far left, he swooped down towards Fang Xing and hit Fang Xing's chest with a bang.
"Boom!"
Fang Xing Fengchan Shanyi, who was directly hit by this thunder dragon, couldn't hold himself still. He flew straight for several tens of feet, and the surrounding area turned into a sea of thunder, completely submerging him in it. Countless thunder and lightning, He is desperately devouring his protective mountain technique.
"Boom!"
Another Brontosaurus crashed, then a second, a third...
At this time, Fang Xing was completely suppressed by Zhao Changhe's secret method, as if he had no power to fight back.
"Is he going to lose?"
In the distance, the Nanzhan monks who were fighting had slowed down their fighting rhythm, and they looked over in panic.
"After all, I am still too young. Although my potential is unlimited, it is far from being realized..."
"If he loses, what shall we do?"
"If even he loses, how can we have the capital to fight against the monks of Shenzhou..."
All of a sudden, all the monks Nanzhan trembled, almost overwhelmed by a feeling of despair.
The reason why so many people are willing to give up all their positions in Shenzhou and risk their lives to enter the battle, apart from the pride raised by being bullied by Shenzhou, most of the reason is because the other party has confidence. After rushing for five battles in a row, the momentum was like a broken bamboo, and he fought Chunyang Daozi across the air without losing the wind, and thinking of all the rumors about this little devil, made the cultivators willing to gamble on him, but now this battle , but the cultivators suddenly discovered that the little devil might not be as strong as he imagined!
"Haha, I can see that you have at least seven alchemy techniques, and all of them are first-class in the world. This alchemy is not inferior to Chunyang Daozi. If you grow up, you may really have the power to fight him. But after all, the time for cultivation is too short. True cultivation is not the accumulation of resources. I, who practiced one method intensively, was doomed to be cut off from the path of cultivation..."
Zhao Changhe sneered, as if he was scolding Fang Xing, or deliberately suppressing the confidence of monk Nan Zhan.
"Being able to obtain the seven dharmas means that you have very good luck. Give me this luck today!"
At the end of the shout, Zhao Changhe's eyes were cold, and he put his hands together suddenly, and the remaining five thunder dragons flew down towards Fangxing at the same time.
The four thunder dragons in front had completely broken through Fang Xing's defense, and now that the five dragons were united, they were going to kill Fang Xing on the spot.
At this time, Fang Xing was gnashing his teeth, his body was constantly battered and festered by the force of thunder and lightning, and he was reborn under the urging of wood skills in his body, but the speed of rebirth was not as fast as the speed of injury. Seeing the five thunder dragons rushing over together, his eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and shouted: "You're right, my master's skills are really not good!"
"But the young master's ability to fight is innate. If you practice for a thousand years, you will still be inferior to me!"
"Skillful in spells and ruthless in fights, you think my master is not good at spells, but I think you are a nerd!"
Amidst the loud shouting, he suddenly removed the mountain method, his body was freed, and all the defenses were removed, and then his eyes were cold and sharp, and he suddenly shouted, his feet stepped on the void, and he went straight towards Zhao Changhe like a shooting star Charged over, the five thunder dragons were terrifying, but at this moment, he suddenly regarded them as nothing, as if he was watching the blade piercing his body.
boom! boom! boom!
He rushed straight in front of Zhao Changhe, less than ten feet away from him, and then swung three punches in a row, with an earth-shattering aura.
These three punches were completely out of order, but their power was so terrifying that Nascent Soul cultivator did not dare to underestimate it.
This kind of boxing has a famous name, it is called "Wang Baquan"!