It is said that the sword withstood the giant spirit's finger.
At this moment, Fu Yang's side is even more embarrassed and miserable!
Due to the continuous tracking attacks of sword shadows in the "Sword Prison", it exceeded the speed of him casting the "Shielding Spell". In such a short time, the world was already covered with large and small sword wounds!
Although the wounds were neither deep nor fatal, the flesh was rolled up and covered in blood, which looked a bit scary.
And because I lost too much blood, I already felt a little weak.
This is the pervert Fu Yang.
He is obviously a Taoist priest, but his body is so strong that it makes people crazy!
If it were an ordinary Talisman Taoist priest, such as Ah Huang, who had been slashed with more than a dozen swords. Even if the force and wounds were not fatal, the excessive blood loss and severe pain would probably make him unconscious and lose his fighting ability.
Huchi, wheeze...
Fu Yang once again avoided the dozens of sword shadows that were swimming in the air like fish, tracking and attacking him. He was breathing heavily, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, flashing with a fanatical light.
"I'm telling you, your Beidou Sword Prison is nothing more than that. Because you are in it, you can't move to dodge. You can only use the power of the sword prison and the magic sword in your hand to defend, which is just a difficult situation.
Just a living target."
As he said this, Fu Yang actually showed a smile on his face. It seemed that he didn't even care about the sword wounds on his body!
The giant spirit's finger just now was a big temptation.
The result was the same as what he had guessed: it was very difficult to cast such a huge sword formation with the cultivation level of a real person, and there were always some problems.
This is the talent of fighting!
Every time he fights with others, Fu Yang will grow up quickly.
Wu Jian was shocked.
"So you have already seen it! Yes, my current strength is indeed not able to fully control the Beidou Sword Prison. I cannot move after using it, but it is enough to defeat you! If I am not wrong, your spiritual power has been almost exhausted.
It’s over. Taoist Fulu has no spiritual power, so he can basically accept the outcome of a loser..."
"Really? Who told you that I ran out of spiritual power?"
The corner of Fu Yang's mouth curled up, and a strange smile suddenly appeared.
At this moment, his body, which had been hunched over due to exhaustion, suddenly straightened up. A spiritual aura that was not at all what he should have at this level emanated from his body.
Even bigger than in his previous heyday!
Wu Jian's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen a ghost.
"This, this, this... this is the aura of a mid-level real person? Just like me! How is it possible? This kid is obviously only in the mage level, and has not yet been taught the aura. How could it be..."
He couldn't figure it out. Why did Fu Yang suddenly burst out with such a powerful momentum when he had already exhausted all his spiritual energy by the "Beidou Sword Prison"?
"Are you hiding your strength? No, it's impossible! You really haven't been awarded the title yet, what's going on!"
Wu Jian gritted his teeth, unable to accept the facts before him.
What on earth is going on?!
In fact, this power comes from... ghost!
Not long ago, Fu Yang accidentally discovered that the power of ghosts and the "spiritual power" commonly used by Taoist priests are actually the same. After all, no matter how special ghosts are, they are still a branch of Taoism.
The ghost power stored in the heart can be used up according to a certain proportion and then turned into spiritual power to perform Tao spells.
Now, Fu Yang is doing just such a thing.
The surging ghost power was all transformed into the power he used to perform Maoshan Taoism!
In this way, even in the public eye, people will only think that he has some secret trick to save his life. No one will know that he is the inheritor of the ghost way...
"Wu Jian, you grew up in Mount Laoshan. You are domineering and ignorant of the world. Today I will teach you a lesson for your master so that you know what the rules are!"
Fu Yang's momentum increased steadily, and in the end he actually fought against Beidou Jianlao.
The "Shield Spell" cast at this level of strength can completely block the continuous bombardment of sword shadows.
He took out five yellow talismans from his arms - they were just snatched from Ah Huang, made by Master Liu Bi, and freshly baked...
"Wu Jian, if you want to be upright, I will fight you upright! Do you dare to accept the move?"
Fu Yang laughed loudly, and the sound penetrated the "Sword Prison" and echoed around the entire arena.
Originally, due to the emergence of the gorgeous spell "Beidou Sword Prison", the translucent sword shadow blocked the sight of many people who were eating melons.
They could not see clearly, it was hazy, and they could only hear the roar of spells in the "Sword Prison". It was obvious that the fighting was very fierce.
Suddenly I heard Fu Yang's voice, asking for an upright duel with Wu Jian!
"Is this young folk cultivator crazy? He is a Talisman Taoist priest, and he wants to go head-to-head with an Alchemy Taoist priest?"
"Yeah! It's incredible."
Most people still admire Fu Yang's bravery and feel that although he is a private cultivator, he has the demeanor of a true big-sect cultivator.
But of course, there are also those who hold objections. A skinny middle-aged man with a mustache was very disdainful.
He said coldly: "Hmph! I think it's because when the Beidou Sword Prison in Laoshan came out, this kid knew that he would definitely lose. He deliberately said this to look more grand and leave a good reputation. Anyway, it's a death... ah ah ok
pain!"
Before he finished speaking, the guy screamed miserably. He covered his buttocks with both hands, with a look of humiliation on his face.
He is a straight man! He was fucked like this.
At the same time, a chubby cat demon that looked like a panda quietly slipped away from behind him with his hands behind his back...
But on the stage, in the sword prison, Fu Yang actually took out five talismans at the same time!
They were lined up in a fan shape, floating in the air in front of him.
What is this guy going to do?!
Wu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with surprise and uncertainty.
Fu Yang's strength suddenly surged. The ordinary sword shadows that formed the sword prison could no longer break through his "shielding spell", and more powerful spells had to be used!
"Urgent like a law, Sanqing gives me power! Maoshan summons the gods and giant spirits with one finger!"
"Famous for Maoshan, it supplies giant spirits!"
Fu Yang looked solemn, chanting incantations and casting spells. A piece of talisman paper in front of him burned...
There was a fluctuation in the void, and a huge finger emerged.
The giant spirit points!
Wu Jian continued to sneer.
He is taking the opportunity to recuperate and at the same time use his spiritual power to prepare himself to turn the "Beidou Sword Prison" into his strongest attack method at present. Defeat Fu Yang in one fell swoop!
"I want to see what you, a casual cultivator, want to do?"
Fu Yang had no expression on his face and continued to recite the spell. The second talisman in front of him burned, and a huge phantom of a human finger appeared in the void again...
It's a middle finger!
Wu Jian's face changed wildly, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
"This...is this what it is!!!"
Immediately afterwards, the shadow of a third huge finger appeared... It was a ring finger!
"That's right, this is the ultimate Taoist magic that can be performed by a real person at the peak of Maoshan's magic. Maoshan Summons the Gods and Giant Spirit Palm!"
Fu Yang gasped and told Wu Jian's guess.
"You are not a disciple of Maoshan sect, why do you know this magic? Or are you originally a secret disciple of Maoshan?"
The palm of the giant spirit is extremely powerful!
Its status in the Maoshan sect's magic is the same as that of Beidou Jianlao in the Laoshan sect.