Ying Zhiyuan's face turned cold, and he did not hesitate to use his long sword to attack Feng Fan continuously, but Feng Fan still used his golden sword to transform into a giant dragon to resist. With the fierce collision of the two magic weapons, there were bursts of harsh sounds.
, the arena also received a huge impact, stirring up a lot of stone powder, and some tiny cracks appeared on it. After countless rounds of violent attacks, the two people consumed a lot of their real energy.
Ying Zhiyuan made a move with his right hand, and the long sword flew back to his hand. Ying Zhiyuan waved the long sword in his hand continuously, drawing a white rune in the air, and a chilling intention emanated from the rune. At this moment, a huge wave of
The pressure surged around.
"The breath of the peak-level monks in the early Yuanying period..." Many disciples who felt this huge pressure whispered. Ying Zhiyuan, who could have exerted his initial level of cultivation in the early Yuanying period, cast a special spell.
, the attack power at this time actually increased by half a level again, reaching the peak level of the mid-Nascent Soul.
The white runes suddenly surged, and the strong murderous intent drifted away in the wind. Thousands of rays of light emitted from the runes, as solemn and solemn as a world-destroying artifact. As the runes expanded rapidly, Ying Zhiyuan waved the long sword in his hand, and the runes
It carried thousands of white lights and shrouded Feng Fan, like a white ice rain falling all over the sky. The white light surged rapidly, turning up the sky and making waves, surging forward like a roaring sea.
Feng Fan poured the true energy in his body into the golden sword, and the golden sword suddenly surged. Feng Fan raised his right hand, and the golden sword carrying the aura of a peak-level monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul shot out, and rushed towards the rune. The rune and the golden sword
When they met, they made a deafening sound, and the two forces shot out thousands of rays of light, forming bursts of galloping waves that fell towards the earth.
Countless sharp sounds came next, and countless tiny depressions suddenly appeared in the arena, and countless dust and stone chips flew into the sky. The moment the rune hit the golden sword, it split into two, one half of which was entangled with the golden sword, and the other half was in the air.
Under the control of Ying Zhiyuan's consciousness, he hit Feng Fan hard.
Feng Fan flipped his hand, and a mini fireball suddenly appeared. "Go!" As Feng Fan whispered, the mini fireball soared into the sky and suddenly surged in the void. It also exuded the aura of a peak-level monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
With a loud "boom", the fireball and half the rune met, as if it caused a thunderbolt from the blue, and the air was intertwined with heat and light. After several breaths, this terrifying spiritual power fluctuation just tended to...
Calm, the fireball, and all the runes eventually turned invisible.
Ying Zhiyuan waved the long sword, and the long sword glowed brightly, emitting countless light points. The light points quickly condensed, and countless mini swords suddenly appeared. Ying Zhiyuan flicked the long sword with his other hand, and countless small swords surrounded it.
The mini swords suddenly spread out. After Ying Zhiyuan pointed the long sword at Feng Fan, the mini swords swept towards Feng Fan like an overwhelming force. Countless subtle low whistles condensed together, making people frightened.
Feng Fan waved his hand, and the golden sword flew back. Holding the magic weapon tightly, Feng Fan danced quickly with one hand. The golden sword burst out with a violent breath, and quickly turned into a golden giant net. Feng Fan waved the golden sword, and the golden giant net
The small sword surged into the air.
At this moment, the mini swords have arrived, and countless crackling sounds can be heard. The golden giant network formed in a hurry suddenly dimmed under the violent attacks of countless mini swords, and at the same time slowly shrank. With the wind
The real energy poured into it crazily through the golden sword, and the giant golden net glowed brightly, and finally stopped. After all the mini swords disappeared, there was still a looming golden sword net about ten feet square in the sky.
Ying Zhiyuan waved the long sword in his hand, and the familiar rune appeared again. As the long sword danced, the rune flew towards Feng Fan. Feng Fan waved the golden sword in his hand, and the giant golden net remaining in the air rushed towards the huge white rune.
When the two met, they erupted two waves of true energy from peak-level monks in the early stages of Nascent Soul, and then entangled themselves together, refusing to give in to each other. As Ying Zhiyuan's powerful true energy poured into the runes continuously, the runes glowed brightly.
Crazy attack on the golden net, with great potential to defeat the golden sword net blocking the front. Feng Fan kept pointing with one hand with a calm expression, and as countless rays of true energy spurted out, the golden sword net shone with light, and then expanded rapidly,
Firmly trapping the white runes within it.
"Explode!" Ying Zhiyuan shouted angrily when he saw that the rune could not escape for a long time. The white rune exploded violently. Countless white lights scattered in all directions, like a runaway horse. The golden sword net trembled violently countless times.
Finally, it collapsed suddenly, and part of the white light that broke free flew wildly towards Feng Fan. Feng Fan waved his golden sword, and thousands of golden lights shot out, defeating all the white light that was coming.
Ying Zhiyuan waved his arm, and countless cold mini-swords sprang out from the long sword again, carrying bursts of awe-inspiring killing intent, and shot towards Feng Fan menacingly. Feng Fan quickly waved the golden sword, and a golden side immediately formed in front of him.
The wall. When the two met, they made a crackling sound. The golden and white light kept shining, blooming in the arena. With the fluctuation of true energy, all the mini swords were reduced to nothing, and the golden wall was also covered in scars.
Hundreds of holes.
Ying Zhiyuan's handsome face showed a stern look, and as he spread his right hand, the long sword rose into the air. Ying Zhiyuan pointed at the long sword, and the long sword quickly twisted and turned into a white python in a very short period of time.
"Go!" After Ying Zhiyuan roared, the white giant python rushed towards Feng Fan with its teeth and claws.
Feng Fan raised his right hand, and the golden sword flew out, directly towards the white giant python. The moment the giant python and the golden sword met, the white light emitted by the giant python scattered everywhere. As Ying Zhi pointed his finger in the distance, white light
It condensed again and quickly wrapped the golden sword, and the golden light emanating from the golden sword gradually became dim.
Feng Fan made a seal with one hand, and the golden sword suddenly emitted thousands of golden lights. The white giant python that had almost completely suppressed it let out bursts of sword sounds, and then quickly dispersed. The giant python twisted for a while, and finally it
All the white light on the periphery disappeared, and the giant python also turned into the long sword itself.
Ying Zhiyuan waved his hand, and the long sword flew back. After Ying Zhiyuan touched the storage ring, the long sword suddenly disappeared. He quickly took out several pieces of ultra-order crystal jade with one hand, and Ying Zhiyuan quickly absorbed the true essence from them, while the other
But he quickly performed a strange magic trick with one hand.
Suddenly, bursts of distortion occurred in the surrounding space, and then countless strong winds poured into the area from the sky, causing the surrounding area to become extremely unstable. Throwing away the crystal jade that had absorbed the true essence in his hand, Ying Zhiyuan kneaded together with both hands.
Countless strong winds suddenly condensed, causing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth to be attracted.
Waves of golden ripples were generated around him, and these ripples turned into four golden Buddhas in a very short period of time. These golden Buddhas exuded a vast and vast aura, as if they were overlooking all living beings. Ying Zhiyuan nodded at the four golden Buddhas respectively.
Pointing his finger, the Golden Buddha suddenly emitted a fairy chanting sound, and a vast and boundless breath surged out from the Golden Buddha's body, making people feel a sense of great compassion.
The palms of the four golden Buddhas were slightly opened, and four pale golden lotus flowers quickly took shape. Ying Zhiyuan pointed at the four golden Buddhas respectively, and the four lotus flowers came out in sequence, flying towards Feng Fan silently.
Feng Fan, who was standing in the distance, was not at all affected by the so-called peaceful atmosphere in front of him, nor did he think that these four breathless lotuses would be powerless. On the contrary, this spell that took several breaths to form was not at all affected.
, must be more powerful than ordinary spells.
With his mind racing, Feng Fan quickly formed a seal with his hands, and four huge ice walls were instantly formed. Four pale golden lotuses met the ice wall one after another, and bursts of ice-breaking sounds were heard.
"The breath of the peak-level monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul should reach this level by relying on special spells to temporarily increase the attack power to this level." Feeling the breath coming from the lotus, Feng Fan was extremely surprised.
The four ice walls quickly turned invisible, while the remaining two lotus flowers continued to float towards Feng Fan. Feng Fan made a hand seal without hesitation, and his body had teleported to the side more than ten feet away. "Boom"
With a loud sound, the first lotus flower hit the ground, splashing countless dust and stone powder.
To Feng Fan's expectation, the second lotus stopped its motion and stopped a few feet above the ground. Then it quickly changed direction and flew towards Feng Fan's location.
Looking at the lotus flying towards him, Feng Fan raised his hand with a slight frown, and a black magic bead shot out. Feng Fan's body quickly retreated, and the moment the black magic bead approached the lotus, Feng Fan used his spiritual consciousness to pull it out.
It detonated. The huge explosion made many of the monks watching frown deeply, and the black magic bead and the pale golden lotus disappeared at the same time.
Ying Zhiyuan pointed at the Golden Buddha respectively, and the four Golden Buddhas quickly merged together, and their size suddenly increased a lot. Ying Zhiyuan pinched a magic formula with both hands, and the huge Golden Buddha raised a single palm and faced Feng Fan. Feng Fanhao
Changing the technique without hesitation, a ball of white light quickly emerged from his hand. The Golden Buddha pushed with a single palm, and a huge palm print flew out, heading towards Feng Fanyin with an aura that could destroy the world.
Feng Fan raised his hand very quickly, and the white light rose up and turned into a huge ice cone. Feng Fan pointed at the ice cone, and the ice cone rushed towards the huge palm print.
There was a loud "wave" sound, and the moment the palm print and the giant ice cone met, the real energy fluctuations rushed around like a turbulent wave. The ice cone only blocked the palm print for a breath before completely collapsing. Carrying the early stage of Nascent Soul
The aura of a peak-level monk and the golden palm print that had shrunk by half continued to fly towards Feng Fan. Feng Fan, who was unable to continue to exert his peak-level strength in the early stage of Nascent Soul due to minor internal injuries, saw that the ice cone he sent out in a hurry could not be fully
After dissolving the golden palm print, he teleported again and moved away from this area.
With a "boom", the golden palm prints knocked out a deep pit in the arena. This powerful attack, which was equivalent to the peak level of the early Nascent Soul, made all the monks in the alchemy stage change their expressions slightly. Some of the disciples who had just been eliminated were now
I am secretly glad that if I had reached this round and met Ying Zhiyuan, I would have been hard-pressed to bear such a terrifying blow.