Immortal Misfortune suddenly crushed a tea cup in his hand into pieces.
His expression, which seemed to have everything under control, showed a look of astonishment for the first time.
It was as if I had seen something incredible.
In fact, in the eyes of the Immortal Lord of Misfortune, he did see something that made him unbelievable and unimaginable - Fan Wu, the Dragon Prisoner, who was originally much weaker than him in front of him, just like that.
In the blink of an eye, the momentum from his body suddenly burst out.
Then the Immortal Lord of Misfortune discovered that the aura on Fan Wu of Prisoner Dragon Temple was no longer inferior to him, and had reached a state where he could vaguely be on par with him.
For such a short moment, the consciousness in the mind of Immortal Misfortune stopped for a moment.
Because it was really hard for him to imagine what kind of method could allow a human being who was so much weaker than himself to suddenly reach the same level as himself?
"This guy..." Immortal Lord Hue had already stood up from the stone bench in the pavilion. He turned around, and his eyes were locked on Fan Wu, as if he wanted to dig out Fan Wu's body.
Come up with some secret that interests Him very much.
But what disappoints the Evil Immortal Lord is that his eyes obviously can't see the secret of Fan Wu. It may be that the strength of this clone is still relatively weak after all.
If your own body were here, you might be able to see the secrets of this person at a glance, and you could easily grab the other person's secrets and use them for your own use.
"Tsk tsk..." After a brief moment of astonishment, the Immortal Lord of Misfortune said with great interest: "I thought you had given me enough surprises before. I didn't expect that this time when we met for the first time, you actually did it again.
It’s a big surprise for me.”
"Yes! This is a big surprise specially prepared for you." A ferocious smile appeared on Fan Wu's face. After he said these words, the ground under his feet collapsed and shattered in an instant.
The entire figure also disappeared suddenly, and when he appeared again, he had already appeared in front of the Immortal Lord of Misfortune.
The Demon-Breaking Sword behind him had been pulled out instantly by him at some point. Facing such a powerful enemy, Fan Wu naturally could not test the opponent with his fists, but decisively pulled out his strongest one.
arms.
The Demon-Breaking Sword swung down, drawing a very bright arc, and the blade went straight to the head of the Immortal Lord of Disaster.
It's just that Fan Wu's very swift and fierce sword seemed to have been seen through by the opponent. The body of the Immortal Lord of Misfortune gently floated back, and he accidentally dodged the sword.
After floating to a distance of about tens of meters, the Immortal Lord of Misfortune smiled and said: "It's so strange. Why do I suddenly feel as if I have become weaker after you get closer to me? Could this be another case?
Do you have any strange methods? It's really weird."
The reason why he had such a feeling was naturally due to the passive skill of "Star Sword Technique", which directly reduced the opponent's attribute value by ten percent.
It is equivalent to the Immortal Lord of Misfortune who has 800 points of [Strength] attribute. When Fan Wu approached him, his 800-point attribute value dropped directly to 720 points.
"No wonder, that guy, the Immortal Lord of the Art of Creation, wants to win you over. It seems that you are not as simple as I imagined. I, who can see you from a thousand miles away, want to win you over. It's a pity that even that
Everyone has failed to win over you, and I have no confidence in my own ability to win over you."
After saying these words, the Immortal Lord of Misfortune suddenly struck out with a palm from the air and attacked in the direction of Fan Wu.
He saw an extremely huge palm print flying through the air, and Fan Wu instantly wanted to block it.
But just when this huge palm print was about to touch the Demon-Breaking Sword in Fan Wu's hand, Fan Wu suddenly noticed something was wrong, and his pupils shrank slightly.
A huge palm print in front of him disappeared like broken glass, but behind him, a palm print similar to the disappeared palm appeared out of thin air, hitting his back directly!
boom!!!
At this moment, it was as if half of the imperial city was trembling slightly, and Fan Wu's body was directly knocked out, smashing an unknown number of buildings.
The body was like a hoe lifted off the ground, pulling out a ravine tens of thousands of meters long on the ground.
"Huh..." Fan Wu slowly exhaled a stream of white smoke from his mouth. He climbed up from the pit, twisted his neck, and felt a pain in his back.
"Is this some strange way to blind my five senses?" Just as he finished these words, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly above him.
I didn't know when the Immortal Lord of Misfortune was floating in the air directly above his head, and the other party's voice also came down: "I didn't expect that your reaction was quite quick. You suddenly tensed up at the most critical moment."
Otherwise, the injuries this fight will cause you will be even greater."
"And your mind seems to be quite flexible. You are not the rude person I imagined. You actually guessed it right away. Your five senses were blinded. But..."
Immortal Lord Misfortune smiled and continued: "An extremely sad fact is that even if you discover it, it will be of no use."
The Immortal Lord of Misfortune pointed his finger directly downwards, and when he lowered his finger, it seemed as if there was a billions of powerful forces pressing down out of thin air.
Fan Wu was not afraid, and slashed upward with his sword. The attacks from both sides collided instantly in mid-air, and the resulting shock wave swept away in all directions, and in an instant, thousands of meters in radius were razed to the ground!
…
Naturally, it was impossible to hide such a huge battle from the people in the imperial city, let alone those ascetics.
After noticing this huge movement, the monks jumped onto tall buildings one after another and looked at the movement in the distance.
"Hiss!" Someone's eyes widened and they couldn't help but exclaimed: "If I remember correctly, that direction seems to be the direction of the Imperial Preceptor's residence. Could it be that the Imperial Preceptor has already communicated with the Prisoner of the Dragon Guanfan?
Wu, is there a fight?!"
"It looks like the two of them are fighting. Otherwise, how could ordinary monks make such a noise? The noise is so great, it feels like there are only bolides falling on the earth."
"What level of cultivation have the two of them reached? How could they be so ridiculously strong? What happened to that big hole? Could it have been caused by their fighting skills?"
"Hiss... I have never really seen the National Preceptor take action. I didn't expect that the National Preceptor would be so powerful!"