Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 53 Breaking the formation (please recommend)

"Whoosh..."

Fist shadows flew, I don't know how long it has passed.

The two figures separated.

Fang Xian's panting became a little heavy, and the noise of flowing water like the Yangtze River came out of his body: "Old monk, you are amazing!"

In the huge pit, the monk's robe on Zhifan's body was shattered inch by inch, revealing his jade-like skin. The stone that exploded before fell on him, and he was directly shaken to dust, leaving no scars.

Fang Xian was also born as a horizontal trainer, and this is the first time he has met someone who is tougher and stronger than him!
'It is known that the magical powers of the monk's body protection can directly resist the full-strength attack of the great master. The madman Chu must be entangled by him, unable to escape, and then hacked to death by the flying sword of the swordsman! '

"The donor is not bad."

The right hand of the Zhifan monk is like a wish-fulfilling wheel, and the left hand casts the magic pestle. The whole person is like a Dharma protector from the myth!
"It seems that you have to show your real kung fu."

Fang Xian stretched himself.

At the same time, behind him, the three-eyed evil-striped white tiger emerged and roared ferociously.

The huge size, black and red lines, and ferocious evil eyes all brought a terrible spiritual impact.

"This is real?"

"Spirit interferes with matter. Is the Grand Master so powerful?"

"This is no longer martial arts, but supernatural powers!"

The onlookers retreated again and again with the innate masters.

Fang Xian didn't care about them, since the 'White Tiger Seven Killing Evil Art' was promoted to the fourth floor, the white tiger he condensed has become more bewitching.

As soon as he appeared, even knowing ordinary monks, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"Tiger-shaped God Searching Claw!"

Fang Xian took a step forward, his right hand seemed to tear apart the world, and merged with the white tiger's claw.

puff!
With one claw, Monk Zhifan flew back and stared at his chest.

There, the golden light shattered, leaving several slight bloodstains.

"not good!"

When the swordsman saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.

Obviously, Monk Zhifan was at a disadvantage against Lord Baihu Xing!
"Pick me up again!"

Amidst the loud laughter, the white tiger behind Fang Xian merged into his body, and suddenly swung seven punches.

The wind of the seven fists gathered in mid-air and turned into a punch.

White Tiger Seven Killing Fist!
Monk Zhifan put his hands together and slowly pushed outward, as if he was pushing an extremely heavy object.

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

Snapped!
A deep footprint appeared on the ground.

He retreated again and again until he took seven steps before completely dissolving the seven forces contained in the punch just now.

Suddenly his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Zhifan Monk, you are not my opponent."

Fang Xian's expression was calm: "Did I die at my hands today, or did they die together?"

"Brother Buddha!"

The swordsman shouted loudly: "This man is a devil, today is not a fair duel!"

"Come on!"

Monk Zhifan finally said in a deep voice: "Pull out the 'Vajra Subduing Demon Arhat Formation'!"

"Respect the decree!"

The [-] innate Arhat stick monks who had been waiting for a long time, plus the head of the six Bodhisattvas rushed out immediately, surrounded Fang Xian, and set up a large formation.

This formation is extremely strict, and it seems to connect the breath, power, and even spirit of these monks, and it does not leak.

"it is good!"

Fang Xian sighed in admiration, and the appearance of the white tiger reappeared.

This time, it wasn't just mental interference, a thin layer of blood-colored mist spread out at the same time.

"Subduing demons!"

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

The big formation circulated and surrounded the white tiger.

……

"One great master, six masters, one hundred and eight innates, forming a large formation..."

Outside the court, Yu Longjiao's face was pale: "Fang Xian, you idiot, why don't you run away?"

"It's a pity... Baihu Xingjun is also considered a generation of outstanding people, and he will eventually fall here today." The face of Bingpo Fairy next to him flashed hatred.

"The fairy may be wrong..."

The new lord of the Red Ape Sect next to him said quietly: "Back then, Xue Guhong could last nine days and nine nights, so this White Tiger King can last six or seven days, right? After all, he won't die today..."

After all, at that time there was no monk who knew ordinary people to preside over the formation!

……

For a grandmaster, no, even for a congenital master, going without food or drink for a few days is nothing.

This unrivaled battle made them reluctant to take half a step away.

three days later.

The moon is in the sky.

"what?"

After all, the swordsman is a great master, so he was the first to feel something wrong: "Why... the Xiantian stick monk appeared at this time and failed?"

This is impossible.

A congenital expert with a long pulse, he was even able to entangle 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, so they can retreat and rest.

But no matter what, it wouldn't be a case of running out of money in three days!
"Is the fog thicker?"

A grandmaster looked at the still alive white tiger figure in the formation, and suddenly let out a bewilderment.

As he said, it was the blood mist near the white tiger's face.

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

Moreover, it became more and more intense.

"This……"

Yulongjiao looked at the formation, also in doubt.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, the formation stagnated.

Visible to the naked eye, a white tiger with three eyes and evil lines roared at the moon.

The white tiger roars at the moon!

The sound waves rolled, and at the same time, the cheeks of those innate stick monks who were in formation seemed to be thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master...disciple, disciple..."

A stick monk staggered, and finally couldn't hold on, and fell down.

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

Cooperating with the moonlight, white tiger, blood mist... Every monk in the formation felt a chill of horror in his heart.

"The devil! The devil!"

Monk Zhifan stared at Fang Xian and hissed angrily.

In his opinion, Fang Xian at this time is definitely a great evil that is hundreds of times more terrifying than Xue Guhong.

"Whatever you say, I don't care anymore."

Fang Xian roared loudly, but his true energy didn't seem to be lost at all.

Meanwhile, bang bang bang!

Another three innate stick monks fell to the ground and died, sitting and turning into mummified corpses.

There was a slight flaw in the Vajra Arhat Demon Subduing Formation. Fang Xian saw it, but he ignored it and remained in the formation.

Ding!
Suddenly, a sword cry was heard.

A cyan sword light flew from nowhere, and was about to kill Fang Xian's body!
Kendo man!
The grand master finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shot out angrily!
"Haha, you are the one waiting."

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

This is the magical effect he realized after the Seven Killing White Tiger Evil Art was promoted to the fourth level.

To put it simply, it is a force field that affects the surroundings, enough to restrain the flying sword's speed.

……

"Is it really a flying sword?"

Looking at this scene, Yulong Jiao opened her mouth, "Today's battle will definitely be sung by the martial arts world... It's a battle between immortals and demons! But a decent family can be shameless!"

(End of this chapter)