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Chapter 1190 Fierce Fight

Chapter 1190 Fierce Fight

"The Horn of the Heavenly King! This Zhao Fenghua is actually able to make this horn. How terrifying!"

"This white single horn evolved from the one on the head of the Lord of Disaster. It represents a glimmer of hope, an invincible ground, and a symbol of invincibility in the great avenue. According to rumors, there is a great disaster in the practice of Taiyi Sect.

Among those who are skilled in martial arts, so far, no one has been able to condense the Horn of the Heavenly Lord. Not even Song Tengfei has been able to condense it."

"It is rumored that Zhao Fenghua has received the inheritance from the Supreme Immortal Emperor. It seems to be true. Otherwise, how could he have cultivated the Horn of the Heavenly King?"

"Once this white horn is successfully cultivated, it is rumored to have magical effects that can make the gods and ghosts weep. Its power will be doubled, and it will fight beyond the realm. No one can resist it."

"This is the symbol of the horn on the head of the Lord of Disaster."

Everyone was shocked when they saw the white horn appearing on the top of Zhao Fenghua's head. Even Brahma Qi King narrowed his pupils, as if he felt that Zhao Fenghua was beyond his expectation.

Zhao Fenghua sacrificed his unicorn, and his whole body's magic power surged. He looked like a ghost rather than a stranger. Every step he took, the white unicorn on his head interacted with all the vitality of heaven and earth. There was no gap between heaven and man.

The invisible power in this ancient ruins is projected into Dujiao one after another, and is controlled by Dujiao.

At this moment, Zhao Fenghua is the king between heaven and earth, the only overlord in the universe.

On top of the white horn, tens of billions of tiny kingdoms are formed, in which there are either lightning and thunder, or volcanic eruptions, or earthquakes, or sentient beings wailing, or hell lava, or mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Zhao Fenghua's power became stronger and stronger, and layers of white scales seemed to emerge around his body, forming armor. Mysterious and noble, gorgeous and graceful, holy and supreme.

"crack!"

Facing Fang Han, he tore it with both hands and struck straight into the chest with his sword, intending to tear Fang Han directly into pieces. Fang Han really angered him.

"The Horn of the Heavenly Lord..." Fang Han looked at the horn and didn't even care about the opponent's attacking hands. Instead, he suddenly flicked his sleeves and used his sleeves to put the hands directly into his pocket.

His big sleeves swept across the room, covering the sky, blocking out the sun, and enveloping the world. As soon as the power conveyed in Zhao Fenghua's hands came close to his sleeves, it was taken in, and the power weakened a lot.

"Can one sleeve resist my divine fist?" Zhao Fenghua's breath was like thunder, his feet stepped on the universe, shocking the eight extremes, his palm changed again, and he made a trajectory one after another. It turned out to be the secret technique of the sky track performed by the son of disaster.

, cutting the big sleeve. At the same time, he kicked his foot and kicked directly towards Fang Han's head.

This leg is like lightning tearing through the night, appearing and disappearing, and the secrets of heaven are unpredictable.

when!

Fang Han retreated, and with a swish, a pair of wings of freedom, a high-grade immortal weapon, flew out from behind. As soon as the wings closed, they blocked the leg.

"The horn of the Heavenly Lord is just for my use. Zhao Fenghua, you are an outstanding saint of the Taiyi Sect, and you have been taught the skills by the Supreme Immortal Emperor. When the Supreme Immortal Emperor taught you the skills, didn't you think that you still have to do it?"

Is your life in my hands? Just pass your skills to me." After Fang Han resisted the kick, his body rushed towards the sky, and then his whole body shone brightly, and a Book of Era appeared above his head.

Shine for eternity.

"All gods, all Buddhas, all demons, all immortals, all witches, all beasts, all swords...the history of various civilizations, merged into one body."

Fang Han made a loud, grand, majestic, impassioned, generous, and heroic voice, and the Book of Era dispersed in an instant, turning into the history of many civilizations, swirling around him, and then he rushed down.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Zhao Fenghua was shocked: "This is the history of civilizations one by one. Can anyone in the world use the history of civilizations as a weapon to attack?"

While he was shocked, Fang Han had already suppressed him, carrying supreme power and suppressing him head on. Crack! Under the pressure, all the white holy scale armor on his body exploded and shattered.

The pressure is irresistible.

"How could it be so powerful? Fight!" Zhao Fenghua was almost forced to kneel down. The pores in his body were suffocating and he was unable to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth.

He opened his mouth and let out a roar, then raised his palm to the sky towards Fang Han. Destructive power erupted from his whole body, especially the white horn above his head, which suddenly burst out with a divine light that could pierce the sky.

, penetrate Fang Han’s body.

"Break it!" Fang Han descended from the sky, covering all directions with his big hand, suppressing Wan Fang. He punched out the Divine Fist of Era in his palm, grabbed the divine light forcefully, and then used his other hand to unleash fourteen times the combat power!

His shadow separated at once and turned into fourteen figures. Each one has the same power as himself. When suppressed, the lightning and stone fire cannot be stopped. Moreover, his power fluctuates and spreads out. The other members of Fanyun Sect and Taiyi Sect

The Holy Son was forced to retreat involuntarily.

"What a powerful force."

"Am I right? Fourteen figures, that's fourteen times the fighting power. Where in the world can there be a martial arts that can exert so many times the fighting power?"

"The greatest combat power is ten times the combat power, the martial arts of the emperors recorded in the Martial Arts of the Emperors."

"No, we can't get close to the battlefield at all."

"It hit! Senior Brother Zhao Fenghua and Na Feng Yuan fought together."

The Holy Son of Taiyi Sect and Fanyun Sect were roaring angrily at this moment, trying to get closer to the battlefield, but they were still unable to get close.

The Brahma Qi King's expression changed, and he was about to intervene, but Zhao Fenghua and Feng Yuan finally collided with each other with fists, and a shocking explosion spread out with the two of them as the center. Cracks appeared on the ancient sacred mountains in the distance.

Countless visible and invisible monsters died.

ah!

A scream was conveyed, and everyone saw Fang Han's big hand, directly grabbing the horn on the top of Zhao Fenghua's head, and pulling out the horn from Zhao Fenghua's head.

A large blood hole appeared above Zhao Fenghua's head, and blood spurted out crazily, dyeing the sky red.

He immediately covered the big hole in his head with both hands and backed away quickly: "Brother Fan, save me! Brother Fan, save me!"

"how so!"

Sun Shihua's eyes also straightened.

Not only him, but all the saint sons of the Yuhua Sect almost suffocated and fainted. The contrast was too great. Everyone knew that Fang Han was very strong, but he was so strong that no one expected.

"Zhao Fenghua, who has the Horn of the Heavenly Lord, is still stronger than me. Even the Yuanxian cannot defeat him. He can fight with the junior Yuanxian for three days and three nights, and there is no winner. How can he win in an instant?

Defeated by Feng Yuan. Is Feng Yuan more powerful than Yuan Xian?" Sun Shihua shouted hysterically in his heart.

"Want to run away? It's not that easy, stay here!"

Fang Han was majestic, holding a white horn in one hand. The white horn was still jumping in his hand, but he was holding it tightly and could not cause trouble at all.

Facing Zhao Fenghua who was retreating, he grabbed it with his other hand, and a huge force flew out through the air, turning into the hand of God, trying to capture Zhao Fenghua in his hand.

Zhao Fenghua had the horn on his head pulled away by Fang Han. His strength was greatly reduced, and the energy in his body was pouring out. He was unable to resist the attack of God's hand.

King Brahma Qi finally took action.

With a movement of his body, a golden handprint flew towards Fang Han, striking Fang Han. At the same time, a series of shadows appeared in the air, wrapping Zhao Fenghua in them and protecting him. A clear light like a relic struck the opponent's head.

The big hole in the body was blocked, and the clear light instantly melted, preventing the essence from leaking out.

The injury was actually repaired.

"Feng Yuan, let me see what big waves you, a little ant, can make." King Brahma Qi widened his eyes angrily and tried to kill you.

Fang Han's hand of heaven shook upwards, transforming into the Divine Fist of the Era, which contained the secret of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Creation Divine Fist, and collided with the golden big hand seal.

Boom!

The big golden handprint was directly shocked and disappeared into thin air.

Fang Han rushed out of the broken golden clouds, like a king of heaven descending, and a god of war bathed in blood. He grabbed the white horn with one hand, and formed various seals with the other hand, including the secrets of the gods, the mantras of Buddhism, and the evil skills of the witches...

.... They were all in it, and they bombarded King Brahma Qi. At the same time, those seals blocked all the surrounding space, preventing King Brahma Qi from escaping.

"Am I a little ant? I can beat you to death with one hand." Fang Han's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Just by your words, I will beat you to death in front of everyone today."

"Brahma Divine Palm!"

King Brahma Qi made a divine palm. Every palm print was pure gold in color. The world was transformed into a golden kingdom. Once again, it collided with Fang Han's hand prints. The vitality exploded, causing waves of frenzy in the world.

.

Fang Han roared, the wings of freedom spread out, and the traveler stepped out with boundless steps, breaking through the frenzy of vitality and approaching the King of Brahma Qi infinitely. Eight pagodas appeared above his head, and the power of the ancient dragon descended from the sky.

, many of the vitality of heaven and earth transformed into runes like dragon scales.

"Eight Buddhist Pagodas!"

The Brahma Qi King saw Fang Han coming with such ferocious force that with a palm strike, the energy all over his body turned into a real dragon and flew out. He was shocked and dragged Zhao Fenghua back again and again.

At the same time, a crescent moon-like sword light appeared on his body. The sword light was erratic and engraved with various vitality runes. It turned out to be a top-quality fairy weapon. It quietly appeared in his palm, and a

The shock cut formed a sharp rune, which actually cut apart the dragon scale vitality in the air and killed Xiang Fang Han.

"This is a top-notch celestial weapon, the Brahma Sword!"

Sun Shihua screamed loudly to remind Fang Han.

Fang Han's face didn't change, he pressed it with one hand, and actually used the palm of his body to shake this exquisite immortal weapon, the Sanskrit knife that cuts all things.

"I don't believe you can resist my Brahma sword!" King Brahma Qi was furious when facing Fang Han who was charging towards him.

The sword technique of destroying the earth.

Palms and blades collide.


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