Fist shadows were flying, and I don’t know how long it had been.
Only then did the two figures separate.
Fang Xian's breathing became a little heavier, and the noise of flowing water like the Yangtze River came from his body: "Old monk, you are amazing!"
In the huge pit, the monk Zhifan's robes were shattered, revealing his jade-like skin. The rocks from the previous explosion fell on him and were directly shaken to dust, without leaving even a scratch.
Fang Xian was also born in Henglian, and now for the first time he saw someone who was tougher and stronger than him!
'Knowing that the mortal monk's body-protecting magical power can directly withstand the Grand Master's full-force attack, Kuangren Chu must have been entangled by him and unable to escape, and was hacked to death by the swordsman's flying sword!'
"The donor is not bad either."
The Zhifan monk's right hand is forming a seal, like a wish wheel, and his left hand is wielding the demon-subduing pestle. The whole person looks like the Ming King who protects the Dharma from the myth!
"It seems that I need to show my real skills."
Fang Xian stretched his waist.
At the same time, behind him, a white tiger with three evil eyes appeared and let out a ferocious roar.
The huge body, the black and red lines, and the ferocious evil eyes all brought a terrible mental impact.
"This is real?"
"Spirit interferes with matter. Is the Grand Master so powerful?"
"This is no longer martial arts, but magical powers!"
The great masters and innate masters who were watching retreated again and again.
Fang Xian didn't care about them. Ever since he was promoted to the fourth level through the 'White Tiger's Seven Evil Killing Techniques', the white tiger he had gathered had become even more monstrous.
As soon as he appeared, even if he knew ordinary monks, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.
"Tiger-shaped God Claw!"
Fang Xian took one step forward, and his right hand seemed to tear apart the heaven and earth, merging with the claws of the white tiger.
puff!
With one claw, Zhifan monk flew back and looked at his chest.
There, the golden light shattered, leaving several slight traces of blood.
"not good!"
When the swordsman saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.
Obviously, Zhifan Monk was at a disadvantage against White Tiger Star Lord!
"Punch me again!"
Amidst the laughter, the white tiger behind Fang Xian merged into his body and suddenly punched out seven times.
Seven fist winds gathered in mid-air and turned into a punch.
White Tiger's Seven Killing Fists!
Zhifan monk put his hands together and slowly pushed outwards, as if he was pushing an extremely heavy object.
The fists and palms met, and there was no extra energy flowing out, but the monk Zhifan took a step back.
Snapped!
A deep footprint appeared on the ground.
He retreated again and again until he took seven steps to completely dissolve the seven energy contained in the punch just now.
Suddenly his face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Monk Zhifan, you are no match for me."
Fang Xian's face remained calm: "Will you die in my hands today, or will you die together?"
"Brother Buddha!"
The swordsman shouted: "This man is a demon, and today is not a fair duel!"
"Someone's coming!"
Monk Zhifan finally said in a deep voice: "Put up the 'Vajra and Demon-Suppressing Arhat Formation'!"
"Respect the law!"
The one hundred and eight innate Arhat stick monks who had been waiting for a long time, plus the heads of the six great Bodhisattvas, immediately swooped out, surrounded Fang Xian, and set up a large formation.
This formation is so strict that it seems to connect the breathing, skills, and even spirits of these monks without leakage.
"good!"
Fang Xian sighed in admiration, and the white tiger dharma reappeared.
This time, it wasn't just mental interference, a thin layer of bloody mist spread at the same time.
"Conquer the demons!"
Many Arhats roared in unison and drew out their sticks, like giants with thousands of hands and eyes.
The large formation circulated and surrounded the white tiger.
…
"One great master, six great masters, one hundred and eight innates, forming a great formation..."
Outside the court, Yu Longjiao looked pale: "Fang Xian, you idiot, why don't you run away?"
"It's a pity...Baihu Xingjun is also considered a generation of outstanding people, but he will eventually die here today." The face of the Ice Soul Fairy next to him flashed with hatred.
"Perhaps the fairy is wrong..."
Next to him, the new leader of the Red Ape Sect said faintly: "Back then, Xue Guhong could last for nine days and nine nights. This White Tiger Star Lord can even last for six or seven days, right? After all, he can't die today..."
After all, there was no Zhifan monk who presided over the formation at that time!
…
For a grandmaster, no, even for an innate master, going without food or drink for several days is nothing.
This unprecedented battle made them reluctant to leave even half a step.
Three days later.
The bright moon is in the sky.
"Huh?"
After all, the swordsman is a great master, so he first felt that something was wrong: "Why...the innate stick monk is out of control now?"
This is impossible.
An innate master with a long Qi pulse, he was even able to fight with Xue Guhong for nine days and nine nights!
Of course, this is partly due to the formation. In the formation, not everyone has to face the enemy and can retreat and rest.
But no matter what, it won’t happen in three days!
"Is the fog getting thicker?"
A grand master looked at the white tiger dharma image that was still alive and well in the formation, and suddenly let out a voice of surprise.
He said it was the blood mist near the White Tiger Dharma Appearance.
It is normal for there to be fog in the mountains, but this kind of blood fog is very abnormal.
Moreover, it is getting stronger and stronger.
"this……"
Yulongjiao looked at the formation, equally surprised and uncertain.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly, the formation stagnated.
Visible to the naked eye, a white tiger with three evil eyes roars at the moon.
The white tiger roars at the moon!
The sound waves were rolling, and at the same time, the cheeks of the innate stick monks who were arranged in formation seemed to be losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Master...disciple, disciple..."
A stick monk staggered on his steps, finally couldn't support himself and fell down.
As soon as he fell to the ground, he turned into a mummy, as if all his flesh and blood had disappeared.
Coupled with the moonlight, white tiger, and blood mist... every monk in the formation felt a chill and chill in his heart.
"Devil! Demon!"
Monk Zhifan stared at Fang Xian and roared angrily.
In his opinion, Fang Xian at this time was definitely a great evil that was a hundred times more terrifying than Xue Guhong.
"Whatever you say, I don't care anymore."
Fang Xian roared loudly, but his true energy seemed not to be lost at all.
Meanwhile, bang bang bang!
Three more innate stick monks fell to the ground and died, sitting down and turning into mummies.
There was a flaw in the Vajra Arhat's Demon-Conquering Formation. Fang Xian saw it, but ignored it and still stayed in the formation.
Ding!
Suddenly I heard the sound of a sword.
A green sword light flew from nowhere and was about to kill Fang Xian's body!
Kendo man!
The great master finally couldn't bear it anymore and took action in anger!
"Haha, I've been waiting for you."
Fang Xian laughed loudly, and waves of blood spread out from the white tiger's body.
This was the magical effect he realized after the Seven Kills White Tiger Evil Technique was promoted to the fourth level.
To put it simply, it is a force field that affects the surroundings, enough to restrain the speed of flying swords.
…
"Is it really a flying sword?"
Yu Longjiao looked at this scene and opened her mouth: "Today's battle will definitely be sung by martial arts circles all over the world... It is simply a duel between immortals and demons! But a famous and decent family can also be shameless!"