Not to mention that Fang Xing has the ability to learn from yin and yang gods and demons, even if he doesn't, he can still see that something is wrong with Song Guichan!
To put it simply, it was too strong, sitting still, calm and calm, retreating Han Ying, suppressing Wang Qiong, hurting Li Hongyi, capturing the ghost baby, beating You Mi Kuang, and subduing the beauty fairy , All kinds of methods, can be described as shocking and weeping ghosts and gods, they are simply dragged to the extreme by the mother, others are shocked by the sky-reaching methods displayed by the son of Chunyang God, and their hearts tremble, but Fang Xing subconsciously feels that something is wrong. Gui Chan shouldn't be so strong, he has always been bold and not so easily intimidated, so when he saw Song Gui Chan's horrific means, he subconsciously thought that this guy must have borrowed some external force.
In this case, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to discover the magical effect of the Karmic Fire Lotus Platform.
After all, Fang Xing is also a person who once owned lotus treasures, and has a certain understanding of these Buddhist secret treasures.
But even though he saw through Liantai's help to Song Guichan, what he said just now was not entirely untrue. At least, he said it after adding some oil and vinegar, and there was nothing he could do about it. The Zhan juniors have been scared out of their wits, if they don't fool around and smear Song Guichan, these bastards probably won't even have the guts to make a move, so they won't suffer a big loss
Now that a few words have provoked the anger of Nan Zhan's juniors, he hastened to discuss countermeasures with the Great Golden Crow.
The Great Golden Crow learned the formation technique from Genbo, and its ability to set up formations is quite extraordinary, and Fang Xing had quite a few powerful formation flags in his hand, so he immediately stuffed them into it and let the dead crow go As he set up the formation, he raised the blood-drinking mad knife and flew into the mid-air. He carefully watched Nan Zhan's juniors face off against Song Guichan. While observing, he waited for an opportunity to make a sneak attack...
However, looking at it, he felt inexplicably startled.
Now that Song Guichan has put away the lotus platform, he has revealed his true abilities, which is even more shocking.
All the younger generations in Nan Zhan made a move together, and since Shicai suffered a loss, they subconsciously became more careful and cooperated with each other when they made a move again, but in front of Song Guichan, they still couldn't please, this Chunyang Daoist The son of God, swaying the pill wantonly, unleashes great powers, the power is indescribably terrifying, standing still in the air, within a radius of thirty feet, no one can invade.
"Floating Light Sword Prison!"
A flick of a finger hit a flying sword in the air, one turned into two, two turned into four, four turned into eight, and finally more than 200 flying swords came out, lined up in the air, and gradually struck towards Han Ying who was fighting with a gun , The sword light shredded the void, and the sharp sword energy wrapped Han Ying firmly inside like a cocoon. The space for holding a gun to fight became smaller and smaller, as if trapped inside by a sword.
"Hundred wood ghost!"
He stomped his foot into the air, and the void shook, but a huge thorny tree grew up, and he happened to be standing on the top of the tree, and the thorny tree was still growing crazily, and nearly a hundred branches gave birth to a flower. Small light blue flowers then formed flower buds, and the flower buds finally shattered, and wooden puppets with wooden bodies rolled out of them, wielding iron spikes as weapons, and rushed forward to kill.
Li Ying, who is full of ghostly aura, has been entangled by these groups of wooden puppets, killing them endlessly. The ghostly aura has little effect on these wooden ghosts, so he can only scream and scream desperately, but he can't get away at all. no.
"The angry waves beat the snow!"
There are waves in the sky, across the void, torrential, sweeping all things, restraining Wang Qiong's wind and fire twin wheels.
"Golden Buddha Flame!"
He opened his mouth and spit out a golden flame, forcing back Li Hongyi who was attacking stiffly with his wounded body.
"Yongzhen Yaoxie!"
A mountain flew down from the air, suppressing the two Nanzhan monks who couldn't dodge.
"Falley kills demons!"
"Hunting Qi!"
"Buddhist lion roar!"
"..."
"..."
In this pitched battle, Fang Xing was a little dazzled.
I thought that Song Guichan could have the seven great supernatural powers when he completed the seven methods. Fang Xing just wanted to find out the foundation of his seven great supernatural powers before going forward to fight with him, but looking at it now, where are the seven great supernatural powers? Supernatural powers, this pure Yang Dao god child swayed wantonly, all kinds of spells are at his fingertips, they are all powerful, mysterious, and every time he makes a move, there is nothing the same...
How many spells does he know
Miscalculated!
I wanted to touch the bottom of the other party, but I was confused.
"I don't believe you know everything, try my master's tricks!"
Seeing that the junior Nan Zhan was almost out of breath by being suppressed by Song Guichan alone, he felt a little irritable and roared angrily.
"Sword Demon Great Art!"
With a slap of the palm, a ball of black light appeared in the palm of the hand, and then with a swirl, sharp black lights whizzed out. Inside each black light, it looked like a huge black sword, holding an unspeakable force. The magic and sword qi, the sword prison that trapped Han Ying was shattered into pieces under the impact of the black light, and the power of the sword demon's great art was more than enough, and it surged towards Song Guichan.
"Faldi Green Pine!"
After performing the sword demon art, Fang Xing took out the wood-type magic weapon that he had snatched from the fourth wood venerable, and poured Dannei's wood into it, and pine needles shook off the green pine on the magic ground. Every pine needle suddenly turned into a blue human-shaped wooden puppet. Following Fang Xing's will, with murderous aura, it rushed towards the piece of wood ghost that trapped Li Ying, fighting in a mess.
"Rain cloth art!"
He spit into the air, but a dark cloud formed above Song Guichan's head. After a few breaths, heavy rain poured down...
"... Hey, it's disgusting..."
The big golden crow next to him let out a strange cry, his face full of disgust.
"...Master, I didn't urinate, so I'm saving face..."
Fang Xing rolled his eyes, and slapped his palm fiercely towards the void. In an instant, from the void where his palm touched, a streak of fire snaked towards Song Guichan like a spirit snake, and then turned into two, and then turned into two Four, with a bang, it turned into terrifying chains of flames, criss-crossing and blocking all the space around Song Guichan's body, like a prison of flames.
"Fox God True Flame!"
"Feng Chan Shanyi!"
"The art of controlling thunder!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xing roared again, rushed into the air, raised his step, and a majestic mountain shadow manifested, pounding and crushing on the top of Song Guichan's head. Dazzling thunder and lightning swam down from the dark clouds. It was the Dragon Clan's secret method of thunder, which fell from the sky with a breath like a catastrophe, and struck towards Song Guichan.
"It's comfortable to be restrained..."
With so many attacks in an instant, Fang Xing couldn't help sighing. If Song Guichan hadn't been entangled by the group of Nanzhan monks, it might not be easy for him to make so many attacks smoothly, but this is not over yet. After practicing many great techniques, he smiled sinisterly, and in his hand was a large flag, which was three feet in diameter, blue in color, with runes manifested, and spread out in the air.
It was seized from the sixth formation, and once the banner was unfurled, even Jindan Mahayana monks could trap the Great Wind Banner to death.
With the strength of both arms, holding the flagpole, he urged the seed of death energy of Hongmeng, and urged it out with the wind force of the big wind flag.
For a moment, the sky was dark and the dark wind howled, urging the clouds to split the sky, turning this bright world into a nether world. In the strong wind, anyone would be swept up by this primordial death aura, and it was inevitable that the primordial death aura would take away their souls. Just now, Fang Xing hit out a great technique, one is to suppress Song Guichan, so that he has no time to evade, and the other is to clear the field, so that he can use this technique to his heart's content.
"Da Hei Tian Shu!"
Fang Xing secretly called out the name he had chosen for this great technique, and then looked at Song Guichan with gloomy eyes.
"Bastard, this trick can't cure you anymore, I will call you uncle..."
At this moment, Song Guichan's face was already full of seriousness at this time, his spiritual power was surging, and a colorful halo was even emitted from his back. Dao Dharma seal, then put his hands together in front of his chest, smiled faintly, and the flames around his body began to flash, and at the moment when Fang Xing's Dao Dao attacks were about to fall on him, a clear and distant bird sound suddenly sounded in the void Ming, and then saw a peacock formed by flames soaring into the sky.
That peacock is the manifestation of the fire intent around Song Guichan's body, its body is thirty feet in size, although its body is full of flames, it is lifelike, its divine power is terrifying, its wings beat the void, and it controls Fang Xing The coming sword demon was scattered by the black light, and then circled one after another, and the chains formed by the flames of the gods were smashed by it, and finally rushed upwards, supporting Fengchan Mountain that descended from the sky.
The peacock is the Buddha's mother, and it was the guardian spirit beast of Buddhism back then, and it is as famous as the Dapeng clan.
The fire method is originally the most proficient method in Chunyang Dao. Song Guichan combined the fire intent with his Buddhist chance, and created this kind of terrifying fire spirit holy beast. His avatar is average, but its power is indescribable.
A huge peacock supported Fengchan Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, Song Guichan had a handsome figure, with fluttering sleeves, and his robe was blown violently by the strange wind caused by the wind flag.
In the endless wind, Hongmeng's death energy had already begun to entwine towards Song Guichan's body, but this Chunyang Daozi, with a smile on his face, followed the wind and gently uttered four words: "Sleeve Li Qiankun…”
A pair of big sleeves spread out with the wind, like two unfathomable sacks, the strong wind in the sky was attracted and slipped into his two big sleeves. Fang Xing unfurled his banner and turned the world into darkness, but Song Guichan used his big sleeves to absorb the strong wind and turned the dark world into daylight. The repetition was shocking.
Even Fang Xing was stunned, standing there, speechless for a while.
"Fang Daoyou, you are indeed very talented. If you cultivate the true meaning of the great art in the future, I am afraid that I will not be your opponent, but now you have a short practice period and are not good at the art. You can't win me with brute force alone. , why not just admit defeat?"
Song Guichan put his hands behind his back, and said calmly with his usual expression.
Fang Xing blinked, smiled wryly and said, "Master, how many spells do you know, old man?"