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Chapter 1837 Death

Ning Zhenzhen said softly: "Senior brother, are you okay, Elder Xu?"

Fakong nodded: "I didn't pose a threat before, but now I finally meet my opponent."

"very dangerous?"

"very dangerous."

Fa Kong cast his gaze into the distance and landed on this formation.

I have never seen this formation before, but it is extremely exquisite.

This formation can superimpose the power of twelve grand masters and be displayed by each grand master. How amazing is this?

Even if this superposition is somewhat weakened, the power of seven or eight great masters should still be astonishing.

Xu Zhijian's cultivation level is tyrannical, his light skills are superb, and the power of the Great Light Fist is also astonishing. However, each Grand Master has the power of seven or eight Grand Masters. Twelve Grand Masters use the subtlety of the formation to attack at the same time, just like one person has

Twenty-four hands formed a strong pressure, which made Xu Zhijian very difficult.

According to the current situation, Xu Zhijian can only last a dozen rounds.

"Does senior brother want to take action?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Fakong shook his head.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Don't you think senior brother will come out to save lives at the critical moment?"

Fakong said: "Don't take action."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at him curiously.

Fakong said: "This is his opportunity."

"You're not really dead, are you?" Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "Even if you are resurrected, you will lose a lot of life, so the gain outweighs the loss, right?"

Even a great master only has a lifespan of sixty years after death and resurrection.

Even if a breakthrough can be achieved due to this, there is no way to compensate for the longevity, which is still sixty years old.

The Grand Master's lifespan is more than two hundred years old, but as the Grand Master's realm increases, his lifespan does not seem to increase. It is still more than two hundred years old. Therefore, by inferring this, we know that his lifespan still does not increase as his realm increases.

Ways to break through the age of sixty.

Fakong said: "Let's take a gamble."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at him curiously.

Fakong said: "He can survive it. No matter how you look at it, he can come back from the dead, neither broken nor established, so he can take a big step forward."

Ning Zhenzhen said softly: "Brother, don't you often say that you can't rely on your clairvoyance?"

I must give the necessary reminders to avoid regrets to my senior brother.

Senior brother has clairvoyance and can see the future, but there is no way to turn back time, and there is no medicine for regret.

Once you make a mistake, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

This is because the senior brother is greedy and does not want Xu Zhijian to miss this opportunity.

But sometimes, for the sake of safety, it is necessary to give up such a rare opportunity.

"...This time it is credible." Fakong said slowly.

The clairvoyance cannot be relied on, but this time I not only used the clairvoyance, but also added the golden eye. Through deduction, I finally judged that Xu Zhijian can still be expected.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Senior brother, you should go over and guard."

Fakong smiled and turned to look at her.

"Senior brother, this matter is not trivial," Ning Zhenzhen said seriously: "Don't be careless, you should go over and guard, don't really go wrong."

"...That makes sense." Fakong decided to adopt her opinion.

Although Xu Zhijian's affairs are very safe and will not go wrong, it is rare that Ning Zhenzhen is so persistent and does not want to defeat her good intentions.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "Senior brother, go quickly, the matter at Yuzhu Temple is not urgent."

Fa Kong nodded.

The next moment he appeared in a forest, standing between a tree branch and looking at the fight not far away.

Facing the desperate situation, Xu Zhijian became more and more calm, and did not have any mood swings due to the increasingly bad situation. He still waved the Great Light Fist in a steady manner.

The heart of light makes him stronger when he encounters force, just like a spring, the harder he presses, the stronger he becomes.

Fa Kong stood among the treetops and watched quietly.

He did not rush to take action, but carefully observed the formations of these twelve great masters, and felt more and more how mysterious and unpredictable their formations were.

Li Ming Sect is an ordinary sect. Many people have never heard of it, but it has such a superb formation and such a powerful grandmaster.

Like an ordinary sect, there are only one or two great masters, and a first-rate sect can have more than ten great masters, but that is Daqian, not Dayun.

For example, the twelve great masters of Li Mingzong are still unknown, which shows the profound foundation of Dayun Wulin.

Fakong was already extremely knowledgeable about formations, but he was still amazed by this formation.

He secretly lamented in his heart that the world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and each mountain is higher than the other. He cannot underestimate the heroes of the world, and cannot feel that he is invincible and does not need to learn.

This formation is worthy of careful study, especially for Xu Qingluo and others. It can bring them great improvement, both in terms of formation and martial arts.

He watched intently, sometimes opening his inner eye and sometimes his clairvoyance, observing repeatedly, pondering carefully, and comprehending the mystery.

Xu Zhijian sinks deeper and deeper, the scope of his struggle becomes narrower and narrower, and he is in danger of overturning at any time.

But he still had no despair and struggled hard. The light of the Great Light Fist became brighter and brighter, as bright as the midday sun, which could not be looked directly at.

The twelve great masters used formations to shift positions to offset the counter-shock of the Great Light Fist and give themselves a chance to recover and relax.

They were secretly shocked.

I knew Xu Zhiqiang was tyrannical, but I never expected him to be so strong.

After they mastered the twelve heavenly formations, they were invincible, and even the top masters of the four major sects were destroyed by this formation.

I originally thought that I could easily kill Xu Zhijian, thereby avenging my hatred, boosting Li Mingzong's morale, and reviving Li Mingzong's family.

You must know that a thousand years ago, Li Mingzong was the top sect in the world, not inferior to the four major sects now.

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

It turned out to be a large amount from thousands of years ago.

However, this so-called large sect may have a lot of water content. I have learned about the sect of Dayun thousands of years ago, and it seems that there is no trace of Li Mingzong.

Then he became thoughtful.

This time Li Mingzong changed his name.

The original sect was not called Li Mingzong. In order to avoid the limelight or enemies, the name was changed.

The twelve great masters lost their patience and did not want to slowly grind with Xu Zhijian any longer, and they felt vaguely inappropriate.

Xu Zhijian's fists are getting brighter and brighter, as if they are real. It is obvious that his cultivation level is improving, and it is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Twelve of them are assisting Xu Zhijian in improving his cultivation.

Under such circumstances, they looked at each other.

A middle-aged man softly uttered one word: "Come together!"

In an instant, the figures of the twelve Grand Masters suddenly changed, and they formed a row, with their palms blocking the vest of the person in front of them.

The person at the front clenched his fist and touched Xu Zhijian's fist.

"Bang!" There was a thunderous explosion, and Xu Zhijian flew out, spraying blood arrows in the air.

The twelve Grand Masters trembled, then spurted out a mouthful of blood arrows, and then chased Xu Zhijian, forming a formation to envelope him again.

After Xu Zhijian landed softly, his attempts to punch were already extremely slow.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The fists of the twelve great masters hit him continuously, each punch was hard, making his body tremble, and he was beaten back and forth like a rag bag.

"Bang!" He fell heavily, motionless and silent.

"Are you dead?" A middle-aged man stepped forward and breathed, and others asked.

The middle-aged man looked solemn and nodded slowly.


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