This man was so smart that just now he was immersed in the joy of gaining the upper hand by attacking the tricky and weird "Philippine Magic Wand".
After a few seconds, he fell into the abyss of terror!
They couldn't figure it out no matter how hard they tried, why could a person's magic power become stronger while fighting?! And it was so much stronger?
This is unscientific, Nima!
"What kind of trick are you doing?" Wei Meng shouted loudly.
The pretense and calmness just now no longer exist, and he is a little angry.
Fu Yang regained some of his magic power again and was in a good mood. There was no suspense about the outcome, so he smiled and said: "Routine? There is no routine in real pretense! Haha. Thai guy, let me show you my real pretense...
…Oh no, it’s a real spell. Come out, Thousand Illusion Sword.”
The strong wind was blowing all over his body, and the spiritual power of Maoshan Sect emerged.
A shadowy figure of a talisman appeared out of nowhere and floated in front of him.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he crushed it to pieces!
Buzz buzz...
The void vibrated, and metal trembled suddenly.
A long, narrow and sharp jet-black sword slowly appeared in Fu Yang's hand. The sword continued to exude an extremely powerful and astonishing aura.
"This, this is..."
Wei Meng staggered back a step again, clenching the Philippine wand in his hand with a horrified expression.
"Haha! This is called Thousand Fantasy Sword. It is my second magical weapon."
Fu Yang said loudly, and raised the Thousand Illusion Sword in his hand. The sharp tip of the sword pointed straight at the mighty one.
Then, a random stab.
A black sword energy flew out from the Thousand Fantasy Sword and cut through the air. There was a sound of cracking silk, which was extremely sharp. A transparent trace appeared in the air and disappeared in a flash.
"No! This sword energy is too sharp and biting. It's invincible! It's so powerful, retreat."
Santos' spirit shouted loudly.
It was also a little panicked.
He waved the Filipino magic wand in his hand so fast that a phantom appeared in his hand. The transparent air waves reappeared, following the direction of the wand and intertwining into a large airtight net in front of him!
Moreover, each air wave is still rapidly changing its position, and while the cycle continues, it provides a steady stream of support for other air waves.
This scene made Fu Yang feel something in his heart.
"This Philippine magic wand is indeed extremely exquisite! It seems that not only my Chinese metaphysics and martial arts are profound and profound, but other countries also have their own subtleties. I will learn more about it in the future."
This time, he was actually using force to defeat luck!
No matter how weird and cunning the Filipino magic wand is, if you hit it with a sword, it will be smashed into slag.
The result is consistent with Fu Yang's expectation...
boom!!!
The black sword energy directly and easily penetrated the "defensive net" constructed by Santos with the air waves of the Filipino magic wand, and stabbed straight into his throat.
"No! Get away."
The souls of Wei Meng and Santos had almost merged to the extreme. They were highly concentrated and finally avoided Fu Yang's sword!
Whoosh!
The Thousand Fantasy Sword Qi that penetrated the Philippine Magic Wand's defense continued to fly forward, directly piercing the glass window behind it and flying out.
It flew in the air for a long distance before slowly dissipating on its own.
"Too strong! How could he be so strong?"
Wei Meng was sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked, like a drowned rat.
At this moment, the arrogance he had just now was gone.
As for Fu Yang, he was relaxed and happy. He flipped his wrist and spun the Thousand Fantasy Sword several times in the air, holding several beautiful sword flowers, and the air became cold.
Looking at Wei Meng with a smile, he said: "This pretentious psychic, I have told you before. If my magic power is not damaged, I can kill you in an instant with one hand. Now I have recovered less than half, and I can easily
Torture you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yang's figure flashed.
As fast as a black lightning!
Mighty was unable to dodge, but fortunately, Santos, the "elf", was strong enough and relied on his instinctive reaction to fight, raising the Philippine wand in his hand to resist the defense.
Fu Yang has already approached him!
Raise the sword and drop it!
Sonorous!
There was a sound of metal being cut off by the blade of a sword. The Filipino wand broke at the sound, and was directly cut off by Fu Yang with the extremely sharp Thousand Fantasy Sword.
And it cannot be recovered.
"retreat!!!"
The mighty battle has completely collapsed, and he can no longer fight with Fu Yang. He is sweating profusely and quickly wants to escape. Especially the black Chinese magic sword, which has almost become his nightmare.
But……
He can't hide at all!
Thousand Fantasy Sword has already slashed towards Mighty's chest.
At this moment, Weichai and Pengfeng, who were huddled in the corner and witnessed Fu Yang's instant comeback, felt incredible.
Pengfong murmured to himself: "It's so awesome, it's really amazing! He is indeed the boss that I recognize as Pengfong."
As for Wei Chai, he shouted in horror and rushed directly in the direction of Fu Yang, exclaiming in surprise.
"Ah!!! Master, please spare your life, don't kill my elder brother. Please."
Although he feels that he has a powerful personality, is withdrawn and unkind, but after all, they are biological brothers and they grew up together, so their relationship is still very deep.
Of course, there is no way to watch his eldest brother die in front of his eyes.
But...he is just a pseudo-psychic. Apart from being able to see monsters and monsters, his combat ability is no different from ordinary people.
In other words, as a fat man, he is worse than a strong ordinary person!
Where can I get it in time?
So Fu Yang's Thousand Fantasy Sword was about to hit the mighty chest...
Just when the distance is still very short!
Sudden!!!
The edge of the Thousand Fantasy Sword turned. The sharp blade was originally slashing towards Wei Meng's chest, but suddenly it turned into a sideways collision.
This kind of attack is like hitting the body with a stick. Although it hurts, as long as the attack is not harsh, it should not be fatal...
boom!!!
The blade of the Thousand Fantasy Sword hit Mighty's chest accurately, making a muffled sound and sending his whole body flying backwards.
He passed by the dead fat man Wei Chai and then hit the wall behind him hard.
There was another bang...
The large crystal chandelier on the ceiling seemed to be shaking slightly.
Mighty was like a mural that was hung on the wall for a second or two - this was also one of the manifestations of Fu Yang's precise control of power.
Then, he slid down and collapsed on the floor. He was breathing heavily, and it was obvious that he had temporarily lost his fighting ability.
He just raised his head...
Whoosh!
He felt a cold light flash before his eyes. The tip of the pitch-black Thousand Fantasy Sword was just touching his forehead between the eyebrows. (Second update)