The Lord of Reincarnation - 53. Chapter 53

“Woo…”

The shadows of the fists are flying, I don’t know how long it has been.

The two figures separated.

Fang Xian’s panting sound became a little heavy, and the noise of the Yangtze River came from his body: “Old monk, amazing!”

In the huge pit, Zhifan’s monk’s robe was shattered every inch, revealing jade-like skin. The stone that exploded before fell on him, and was directly shocked into powder, leaving no scars.

Fang Xian was also born in horizontal training, and now for the first time I have seen someone who is harder and stronger than him!

‘This Zhifan monk’s body protection supernatural power can directly resist the great master’s full attack. The Madman Chu must be entangled by him, unable to get out, and then hacked to death by the swordsman’s flying sword! ‘

“The donor is not bad.”

The Zhifan monk makes a seal with his right hand, like the wheel of wishfulness, and casts the magic pestle with his left hand. The whole person is like the guardian Ming Wang who walked out of the myth!

“It seems that you have to do real work.”

Fang Xian stretched.

At the same time, behind him, a white tiger with three-eyed evil patterns appeared, sending out a fierce tiger roar.

The huge body, the black and red lines, and the hideous and strange evil eyes all brought terrible mental shocks.

“This is real?”

“Spirit interferes with matter, is the Great Master so strong?”

“This is no longer martial arts, but magical powers!”

The great masters and innate masters onlookers retreated and then retreated.

Fang Xian didn’t care about them either. Since the’White Tiger Seven Kills Evil Skill’ was promoted to the fourth level, the white tiger he condensed became even more enchanting.

As soon as he appeared, even if he knew the monk, he couldn’t help but lose his mind.

“Tiger-shaped search claw!”

Fang Xian stepped out, his right hand seemed to tear the world and merged with the white tiger’s claws.

puff!

Under a claw, Zhifan Seng flew back, looking at his chest.

There, the golden light shattered, leaving a few slight bloodstains.

“not good!”

When the kendo man saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.

Obviously, the Monk Zhifan was at a disadvantage when he faced Lord Baihuxing!

“Take me another punch!”

In the loud laughter, the white tiger behind Fang Xian merged into his body and suddenly threw out seven punches.

The seven fist winds gathered in midair and turned into a punch.

White Tiger Seven Kills!

Zhifan Seng put his hands together and slowly pushed outwards, as if he was pushing an extremely heavy object.

Fists intersected, there was no extra energy overflowing, but Zhifan Seng took a step back.

Snapped!

A deep footprint appeared on the ground.

He retreated again and again, until seven steps before he completely abolished the seven energies contained in the punch just now.

Suddenly, his face was pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

“Zhifan Sang, you are not my opponent.”

Fang Xian’s face was silent and Gu Jing said, “Is it dead in my hands today, or are we going together?”

“Brother Buddha!”

The swordsman shouted: “This person is a demon, and today is not a fair duel!”

“Come on!”

The Monk Zhifan finally said in a deep voice: “Built the’Vajra and Demon Arhat Array’!”

“Respect the decree!”

The 108 congenital Arhat stick monk, plus the first seat of the six bodhisattvas, who had been waiting for a long time, flew out immediately, surrounded the Fangxian Tuan Tuan and set up a large array.

This formation is extremely strict, and it seems that these monks’ breathing, skill, and even spirit are connected, and the water does not leak.

“good!”

Fang Xian sighed in admiration, and the White Tiger’s Faxiang reappeared.

This time, it was not only mental interference, but a thin layer of bloody mist spread at the same time.

“Falling the demon and subduing the devil!”

Many arhats roared in unison, sticks out, like giants with thousands of hands and eyes.

The big array circulated, besieging the white tiger.

…

“One great master, six great masters, one hundred and eight innate, form a great formation…”

Outside the court, Yu Longjiao’s face was pale: “Fangxian, you idiot, why don’t you run?”

“It’s a pity… The White Tiger Star is also considered a generation of outstanding people, and he will eventually fall here today.” The face of Fairy Bing Soul flashed with hatred next to him.

“The fairy may be wrong…”

The new Sect Master of the Scarlet Ape Sect next to you said quietly: “The Blood Lonely Man who was able to last for nine days and nine nights back then, can this White Tiger Star last six or seven days even if he is unhelpful? Anyway, he can’t die today…”

After all, there was no Zhifan monk in the middle to preside over the formation at that time!

…

For the grandmaster, no, even for innate masters, it doesn’t matter if you don’t drink or eat for a few days.

This unprecedented battle made them reluctant to leave for a while.

Three days later.

The moon is clear.

“what?”

Swordsman is a great master after all, the first one feels wrong: “Why… the congenital stick monk does not appear at this time?”

This is impossible.

The congenital master had a long energy pulse, and he was even able to entangle with Xue Guhong for nine days and nine nights!

Of course, this part is due to the formation. In the formation, not everyone has to face the enemy and can step back and rest.

But in any case, it won’t happen in three days!

“The mist, isn’t it more dense?”

A grandmaster looked at the white tiger’s face that was still alive in the formation, and suddenly he was surprised.

He was right, it was the blood mist near the White Tiger Faxiang.

It is normal to have fog in the mountains, but this kind of blood fog is very abnormal.

And, it’s getting richer and richer.

“this……”

Yulongjiao looked at the formation, equally surprised.

“Wow!”

Suddenly, the formation stagnated.

Visible to the naked eye, a white tiger with three-eyed evil patterns roared at the moon.

Bai Hu Xiaoyue!

The sound waves rolled, and at the same time, I saw the innate stick monks in the formation, and their cheeks seemed to lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Master… disciple, disciple…”

A stick monk swayed in his footsteps, and finally couldn’t hold it, and fell down.

As soon as it fell to the ground, it turned into a corpse, and it seemed that the flesh and blood had disappeared.

With this moonlight, white tiger, blood fog… every monk in the formation has a horrible coolness in his heart.

“Devil! Devil!”

The monk Zhifan stared at Fang Xian, hissed and roared.

In his opinion, Fangxian at this time was definitely a great evil demon that was a hundred times more terrifying than Xue Guhong.

“Whatever you say, I don’t care anymore.”

Fang Xian screamed loudly, and his true energy didn’t seem to be lost at all.

At the same time, bang bang bang!

Three more congenital stick monks fell to the ground and died, sitting and turning into corpses.

Fang Xian saw a flaw in the King Kong Arhat Fumo formation, but he ignored it and remained in the formation.

Ding!

Suddenly, a sword sound was heard.

A cyan sword light, flying from nowhere, would kill Fang Xian’s body!

Kendo man!

The great master finally couldn’t bear it, and shot angrily!

“Haha, it’s you who waited.”

Fang Xian laughed, and waves of blood came out of the white tiger.

This was the magical effect he had realized after the Seven Kills Baihu Evil Skill was promoted to the fourth level.

Simply put, it is a force field that affects the surroundings, enough to contain the speed of the flying sword.

…

“Really Feijian?”

Yu Longjiao watched this scene, her mouth opened: “Today’s battle must be sung for the world’s martial arts… It is a showdown between immortals and demons! But it is shameless to be decent and decent!”