"Whoosh..."
Fist shadows are flying, and I don't know how long it has passed.
The two figures separated.
Fang Xian's breathing became a little heavy, and the sound of running water like the Yangtze River came from his body: "Old monk, amazing!"
In the huge pit, the monk Zhifan's robe was shattered inch by inch, revealing jade-like skin. The stone that exploded before fell on him, and was directly shaken to powder, leaving no scars.
Fang Xian was also born in horizontal training, and now for the first time I have seen someone who is tougher and stronger than him!
'This Zhifan monk's body-protecting supernatural ability can directly resist the great master's full-scale attack. The Chu madman must be entangled by him, unable to escape, and then hacked to death by the swordsman Feijian! '
"The donor is not bad either."
The monk Zhifan has a seal on his right hand, like the wheel of a wish, and casts a pestle in his left hand. The whole person is like the Dharma Protector Ming Wang who walked out of the myth!
"Looks like it's going to take some real work."
Fang Xian stretched his waist.
At the same time, behind him, a three-eyed white tiger with an evil pattern emerged and let out a fierce tiger roar.
The huge size, the black and red lines, and the terrifying evil eyes all brought a terrifying mental shock.
"This is real?"
"The mind interferes with matter, the great master is so strong?"
"This is no longer martial arts, but a magical technique!"
The grand masters and innate masters who were watching retreated again and again.
Fang Xian didn't care about them either. Ever since the 'White Tiger Seven Killing Evil Art' was promoted to the fourth level, the white tiger that he condensed became even more bizarre.
As soon as he appeared, even if he knew ordinary monks, he could not help but lose his mind.
"Tiger-shaped search claws!"
Fang Xian stepped out, his right hand seemed to tear apart the world and merged with the claws of the white tiger.
puff!
With one claws, Zhifan Seng flew back and looked at his chest.
There, the golden light shattered, leaving several slight bloodstains.
"not good!"
When the kendo man saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.
Obviously, Monk Zhifan was at a disadvantage against the White Tiger Xingjun!
"Pick me up again!"
In the laughter, the white tiger behind Fang Xian merged into his body and suddenly threw seven punches.
The seven fist styles converged in midair and turned into a punch.
White Tiger Seven Killing Fist!
The monk Zhifan put his hands together and slowly pushed out, as if he was pushing an extremely heavy object.
The fists and palms met, and there was no excess energy overflowing, but Zhifan Seng took a step back.
Snapped!
A deep footprint appeared on the ground.
He retreated again and again, until it took seven steps to completely dissolve the seven energy contained in the punch.
He suddenly turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Zhifan Seng, you are not my opponent."
Fang Xian's face was calm and unwavering: "Is it going to die by my hands today, or are we going together?"
"Brother Buddha!"
The kendo man shouted: "This person is a devil, and today is not a fair duel!"
"Come on!"
Zhifan Seng finally said solemnly: "Bu 'Vajra Demon Arhat Formation'!"
"Respect the decree!"
The one hundred and eight innate Arhat stick monks who had been waiting for a long time, plus the first of the six great bodhisattvas, flew out immediately, surrounded Fang Xian in groups, and set up a great formation.
This formation is extremely strict, and it seems to connect these monks' breathing, skill, and even spirit, so that no water leaks.
"it is good!"
Fang Xian sighed in admiration, and the white tiger dharma reappeared.
This time, not only mental interference, but a thin layer of blood-colored mist spread out at the same time.
"Subduing demons and subduing demons!"
Many Arhats roared in unison, sticks out in unison, like a giant with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes.
The great formation circulated and surrounded the White Tiger.
…
"One great master, six great masters, one hundred and eight innate, forming a great formation..."
Outside the venue, Yu Longjiao looked pale: "Fang Xian, you idiot, why don't you run?"
"It's a pity... Baihu Xingjun is also considered a generation of heroes, and he will eventually fall here today." A look of hatred flashed on the face of the Ice Soul Fairy next to him.
"The fairy may be wrong..."
The new Sect Master of the Red Ape Sect next to him said faintly: "The Xue Guhong can last for nine days and nine nights, and the White Tiger Xingjun can last for six or seven days, right? After all, he can't die today..."
After all, at that time, there was no sage who presided over the formation in the residence!
…
For a grandmaster, no, even for a congenital expert, not eating or drinking for a few days is nothing.
This epic battle made them reluctant to leave half a step.
three days later.
The moon is in the sky.
"what?"
After all, the kendo person is a great master, and the first feeling is wrong: "Why...the Xiantian stick monk appeared at this time?"
This is impossible.
The congenital masters have long qi pulses, and they were even able to entangle with Xue Guhong for nine days and nine nights!
Of course, this part is because of the formation. In the formation, not everyone has to fight against the enemy, so you can step back and rest.
But in any case, it won't happen in three days!
"Is the fog thicker?"
A grandmaster looked at the still-living white tiger dharma in the formation, and suddenly became suspicious.
He was right, it was the blood mist near the White Tiger Statue.
It is normal to have fog in the mountains, but this kind of blood fog is very abnormal.
And, it's getting more intense.
"This… "
Yu Longjiao looked at the formation and was equally astonished.
"Ow!"
Suddenly, the formation was stagnant.
It can be seen with the naked eye that a white tiger with three evil patterns is roaring at the moon.
White Tiger Roaring Moon!
The sound waves rolled, and at the same time, I saw the innate stick monks who arranged the formation, and their cheeks seemed to lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Master... Disciple, Disciple..."
A stick monk staggered, finally unable to hold on, and fell down.
As soon as he fell to the ground, he turned into a mummified corpse, as if the flesh and blood had disappeared.
With this moonlight, white tiger, blood fog... every monk in the formation, there is a trace of horror and coolness in his heart.
"The devil! The devil!"
Zhifan Seng stared at Fang Xian and roared.
In his opinion, Fang Xian at this time is definitely a great demon that is a hundred times more terrifying than Xue Guhong.
"Whatever you say, I don't care anymore."
Fang Xian let out a loud howl, and his infuriating energy didn't seem to be lost at all.
Meanwhile, bang bang!
Three more congenital stick monks fell to the ground and died, and they were turned into mummified corpses.
There was a flaw in the Vajra Arhat's Demon-fighting formation, Fang Xian saw it, but he ignored it and remained in the formation.
Ding!
Suddenly, a sword sound was heard.
A cyan sword light, flying from nowhere, is about to kill Fang Xian's body!
Kendo man!
The great master finally couldn't bear it any longer, and shot in anger!
"Haha, it's you who waited."
Fang Xian laughed loudly, and waves of blood came out from the white tiger.
This was the magic effect he realized after the Seven Killing White Tiger Evil Art was promoted to the fourth level.
To put it simply, it is a force field that affects the surrounding, enough to contain the speed of the flying sword.
…
"Really Feijian?"
Looking at this scene, Yu Longjiao opened her small mouth: "Today's battle will definitely be sung for the world's martial arts... It's a showdown between immortals and demons! But it's shameless to live in a decent family!"