I saw Buddha patterns flashing on the light curtain, which seemed weak, but in fact they were unbreakable...
"This is the Buddhist formation. The Buddhist trapping formation is the most powerful, but I still know a lot of it. I have never heard of this formation before. What kind of formation is it? And this formation is too strong.
Son?" said senior sister Biyuechi.
"What kind of formation is his? Break it for me!" Jiuxian shouted lightly, swinging his sword and making a powerful move again. At this moment, there was no trace of obscene appearance. Seeing that the second senior sister Bi Yuechi flashed beautiful eyes, I wonder what she thought of.
The old ape god and the others continued to attack. The light curtain was much dimmer than before, and they would definitely be able to break it over time.
Over the no-man's land.
The wind was roaring, but these had no effect on the people fighting. The formation was shrouded in the no-man's land, and the unmanned land had already been beaten by everyone. All the spirit evil spirits inside, including the remaining spirit soldiers, were almost all hit by the aftermath of the few people.
Broken, nothing was left behind.
The battle situation was still the same, but in fact, more than a dozen breaths had passed, and the fight between the few people was too fast.
"Swish!" Fang Yunchu's arm was hit by the wind arrow. Fang Yunchu didn't care at all, so he waved his sword and then went up to him. Now Fang Yunchu's two swords and two fists were light and heavy, and cooperated with each other.
Very tacit understanding.
After a fight, the Wind God flashed out easily, and Fang Yunchu's four **s retreated back in the storm again, a little embarrassed, but the Wind God's face also changed several times. In contrast, Fang Yunchu was also at a disadvantage.
Boom! On the other side, Zhang Xiaohua flew out, her face pale, and she vomited blood in her mouth. The Buddha Lord looked a little ugly. After taking a few steps, she flashed out with her Zen stick and arrived in front of Zhang Xiaohua in the blink of an eye.
"Get out!" Wu Yan waved his big sword, slashed the Flying Thunder Emperor, and then he quickly met the Zen Staff of the Big Buddha Lord. The two fought fiercely. The Big Buddha Lord retreated, and Wu Yan also retreated continuously, blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth.
Zhang Xiaohua flashed and stood with Wu Yan.
The Buddha Lord snorted expressionlessly, waved his Zen staff and rushed towards Wu Yan and Zhang Xiaohua.
The Thunder Emperor rolled up in the distance, spewing blood continuously, his face turned pale, he glanced at Wu Yan, then flashed and rushed towards Lan Xiaoyue. He had to take action. Now in the formation, they all prospered,
Loss of losses.
Lan Xiaoyue just killed a golden monk, and the Thunder Emperor swung his fist and killed him. Lan Xiaoyue was not afraid at all. She waved her sword and cracked the Thunder Emperor's moves, and then even repelled the Thunder Emperor.
Lan Xiaoyue was not at all inferior to a golden monk and Lei Emperor.
Mu Qing's gun shadow was like a dragon, and almost at the same time he also killed a golden monk, and killed the God of Death to retreat repeatedly. His face was no longer as beautiful as his injury. The God of Death really looked like the God of Death at this moment.
The formation flashed, and the two golden light monks who had just killed came out from the depths of the formation again. The two of them rushed towards Mu Qing. The god of death was about to be killed by Mu Qing, and the two golden light monks quickly killed.
Come on, but still stop Mu Qing from killing the god.
Fang Yunchu's eyebrows were stirred. It would not work if this continued. These golden monks could not kill them and dragged Mu Qing and Xiaoyue down. How could this work? It would be really not easy for them to defeat them if this continued. They wanted to kill Feng Shen Tai.
It's hard, I'm still at a disadvantage now. Wu Yan and Zhang Xiaohua joined forces to fight against the Big Buddha Lord. Both of them were very fierce and cooperated properly, and finally stabilized the situation. However, depending on the situation, the Big Buddha Lord still had the upper hand.
"Swish!" Lan Xiaoyue knocked away the Thunder Emperor and killed another Jinguang monk with one sword.
"Boom!" The Thunder Emperor had just flew away, and then a black shadow flashed past. The Thunder Emperor flew out again and screamed.
Fang Yunchu flashed over again and gave the Thunder Emperor a moment. Although he did not kill the Thunder Emperor, it also caused great damage to him.
"Xiaoyue, second brother, you join forces to stop Feng Shen first!" Fang Yunchu shouted, his figure flashed, and a punch broke out a golden monk who was fighting with Mu Qing.
"Okay!" Mu Qing shouted loudly, swung his gun and stabbed it out, and also killed a golden monk.
"Wind Sword!" Feng Shen was really angry. Fang Yunchu actually killed several people in front of him. Feng Shen quickly launched a trick, and there were wind swords everywhere for a moment.
"Thousands of miles of snow!" Lan Xiaoyue shouted, swinging his sword and using a unique move. This trapping formation cannot intercept the snowflakes. The snowflakes roll and fall, each carrying a small sword light, and more than ten thousand miles, as Lan Xiaoyue's strength increases,
, I don’t know how big the snowflakes cover.
The speed of the wind god was slightly blocked, and the wind sword was also blocked. Lan Xiaoyue waved the sword and killed her. Her body was erratic, and the sword shadow was like a flower, but she didn't slow down much. Mu Qing also stepped onto the wind god and shattered her gun.
Many wind swords, spears like dragons, pointing directly at the wind god. The wind god is among the snowflakes, and the wind is still everywhere around him. However, Lan Xiaoyue's sword technique is light, mixed with the laws of wood, Mu Qing water ripples and fluctuations, mixed with the laws of water, the two of them
The cooperation was excellent, and the Feng Shen could not escape at all for a moment, and had to deal with it, and he could not gain any advantage.
Fang Yunchu dodged and killed the god of death, knocked the god of death away with one punch, and chased him out.
The Thunder Emperor's eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and fisted and attacked Fang Yunchu's back. Although he was afraid of Fang Yunchu, he had to take action. If the God of Death died, it might be his turn next.
There was a rolling lightning behind him, and Fang Yunchu had no choice but to turn around. Four figures swung their fists together, shattering the Thunder Emperor's thunder flame with one punch, and then turned around and continued to kill the God of Death.
The Thunder Emperor was a little angry. He was actually ignored and ran away and chased him out.
Boom boom boom! Fang Yunchu's fourth figure flashed out, suddenly turned around, and instantly surrounded the chasing Thunder Emperor in the middle, swung his fists together, and the shadows filled the fists, and the golden light flashed. The Thunder Emperor was full of fear, wanting
It was too late to retreat, and Fang Yunchu's target was actually him.
The Thunder Emperor waved his fists and fought back quickly, but then screamed.
Fang Yunchu flashed out and shot straight at the God of Death who had just landed.
There was a sound behind him, and after the Thunder Emperor screamed, it exploded directly. It was already a bit troublesome for Fang Yunchu to kill him, and maybe he would have to waste a few breaths. Although he had suffered a lot of injuries, Fang Yunchu
I thought a little bit, but now I can't delay it for a moment.
The golden monk in the distance has formed again and is flying in quickly.
Death's face was full of fear, and Fang Yunchu's fist magnified infinitely in his eyes.
"Death..." The god of death waved his sickle, wanted to have a last try, and persevered until the arrival of Monk Jinguang.
"Die!" Fang Yunchu said in a low voice. Four ** formations and punched the god of death, and the god of death was directly bombarded, and the ultimate move was not produced.
Fang Yunchu looked up at the battlefield between Xiaoyue and Zhang Xiaohua. Although the few of them were not at a disadvantage, the Buddha Lord and Feng Shen were helpless for a while. Fang Yunchu then looked at the three golden monks who were roaring and roaring, with their eyes flashing.
After a cold light, he rushed out in a flash.
A flash of wind passed by in the air, without any sound of wind, as if it was moving in an instant, Fang Yunchu's figure arrived in front of the three golden monks in the blink of an eye.
Boom! With a loud noise, the three golden monks flew out together, the black shadow flashed, the fist shadow filled, the two golden monks exploded at the same time, and then the last golden monk also exploded.
Fang Yunchu was already a little stronger, and what Fang Yunchu was best at was violent attacks. The three golden monks all died in two encounters.
The formation flashed in the distance, and the golden light monk wanted to form again.
Fang Yunchu flashed and disappeared, and appeared again to the place where the Golden Light Monk was formed. The Golden Light Monk was still a little illusory and gradually solidified.
Fang Yunchu didn't say anything, and punched it, which seemed to be a punch, but the shadow of the fist was floating, as if it had been punched countless punches. The golden light monk that had not yet formed roared and burst out one after another.
The faces of a group of high-level gods on the outside were a little pale, and blood also oozed from the corners of many people's mouths. It seemed that it was not so easy for them to maintain this formation.
Fang Yunchu took a look at the formation light curtain, and four **s stepped forward together and punched out.
Boom! With a loud noise, the light curtain vibrated continuously, but then it stabilized and did not break. The light flashed on the other side, and several golden monks formed again.
Fang Yunchu frowned slightly, then flicked to the side of the phantoms of several Golden Light Monks, and swung out with one punch, and the Golden Light Monk exploded again.
Fang Yunchu's eyes were sharp, a short sword appeared in his hand, his figure flashed, and for a moment, there were sword shadows around him.
Swish! Swish! Strange sounds sounded one after another, and the surrounding light curtains shattered one after another, and tiny small gaps appeared. The high-level gods and men on the outside were stunned, and they were filled with fear.
Fang Yunchu's fourth black shadow floated and then disappeared.
In a tight moment, the cracked light curtain and space closed, but Fang Yunchu disappeared.
The high-level gods outside no longer thought about it and quickly maintained the formation. In an instant, three phantoms of golden monks formed again in the formation.