Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

'boom! '

With a muffled sound, the second-generation Immortal disciple of Huoxing Peak flew back faster than when he came.

At this time, Fang Qingyuan took back his big foot and Shi Ran stood there.

As Fang Qingyuan, who has practiced body training techniques, his body strength is not comparable to that of monks who specialize in Taoism, magic and soul. This kick is the result of Fang Qingyuan's restraint of strength. Otherwise, if he really exerts his strength, the opponent will be kicked to death by him.

Even so, after the monk was kicked, he fell to the ground and vomited blood from his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Yuxuan! What a thief, how dare you kill him?"

Seeing how miserable this man was, the group at Huoxing Peak became angry. The leading monk abandoned Cao Jie and turned around and ran towards Fang Qingyuan. At the same time, he sacrificed a big sword.

In the previous fights, they were all punches and kicks. Both sides had a tacit understanding that they could not use magic weapons. After all, they all belonged to the same mountain. The ancestors above were happy to see the fight of spirits, but it would not be good if it hurt lives.

However, Fang Qingyuan, a foreign monk, beat one of them so miserable, which aroused the other party's true anger.

But Fang Qingyuan was wronged. He didn't know that the other party could not help but hit him and could not bear a kick. Moreover, this kind of injury in Baishan could only be regarded as a minor injury, but here, it became a life-or-death injury.

The standards were different, which led to a misunderstanding. However, when Fang Qingyuan saw that the other party had used the magic sword, his face immediately turned cold, and his whole body was filled with true evil and ferocious flames.

He doesn't have the temperament to keep smiling when someone beats him up. Since the other party is the first to use the magical weapon, he naturally wants to keep him company.

Fang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and waited for the other party to attack. As an outsider, he still had to be reasonable and wait for the other party to attack first so that he could argue with him later.

This is not because Fang Qingyuan is overconfident, but because he has enough confidence to confirm that the other party is not his opponent, even if the other party is also a late-stage Foundation Establishment Perfection monk, even if the other party is also a disciple of Qi Yun's true disciple, Fang Qingyuan has this mentality.

The Huoxing Peak disciple, who was over thirty years old, had an angry look on his face. He pointed at Fang Qingyuan with the broad magic sword in his hand. The next moment, the power of the sword suddenly rose. All sounds within a radius of 100 meters seemed to be involved in a fire field, and the sword energy Wave surges, such as temperature and pressure strong winds, cause significant changes in the flow of surrounding air.

A sword generates momentum, and its meaning is like lava. The momentum is overwhelming, waiting to burst out.

Everyone on Cao Jie's side was stunned, and they were no longer in the mood to fight with each other. A group of people watched this scene, and finally someone finally said:

"Shangguan Yanzhi, you are so fucking crazy, what kind of magic weapon are you using?"

Shangguan Yanzhi obviously ignored Cao Jie's angry shouts. He just wanted to teach this blind monk a lesson. What qualifications do you have to participate in the fight between our two generations? Do you behave in front of Cao Jie?

"Brother Jie, do you want to take action to stop this crazy Shangguan Yanzhi?"

Cao Jie first looked at Fang Qingyuan, then at Shangguan Yanzhi, and finally a smile appeared on his lips:

"No need, let Shangguan Yanzhi be embarrassed again, you are a brainless thing."

After finishing the few words here quickly, Fang Qingyuan was already formally facing Shangguan Yanzhi over there.

Shangguan Yanzhi just swung his sword, and the majestic sword pressure was like a flaming rock. The sword pressure didn't matter the direction, but came from all directions. It was as strong as fire and as strong as steel. It had already broken away. Beyond the realm of sword energy, one can simply use the power of the sword to suppress people.

Covered by the pressure of the sword, Fang Qingyuan did not take a step back. His face was expressionless, and he had no intention of taking out any weapons or magic weapons.

In front of his chest, the atmosphere suddenly distorted, and a slender head was snatched out of the void. Because the atmosphere was so distorted, it looked like it was protruding from his chest.

This thing stood on three legs, with flaming eyes and golden eyes, and a sharp beak like a hook. At first half of its body was exposed, its wings were spread out, more than two feet long, and flames were rising all over its body. There was a burning fire in the heart, which made the blood boil in the eyes of the surrounding spectators.

As soon as the three-legged Golden Crow appeared on the scene, it began to cry loudly, and then used its magical power of fire to shake the vitality of the world and grab a free area from the pressure of the sword.

As soon as this move came out, far away from the battlefield, many onlookers looked shocked, and some of them even said in shock:

"The art of transforming true energy into shape?"

Cao Jie's expression became cautious at this time. He did not expect that Fang Qingyuan, a monk from Baishan, would be so tough.

The three-legged Golden Crow appeared completely in the blink of an eye, spread its wings, shattered the sword's clamp with a bang, soared into the air, and rushed towards Shangguan Yanzhi.

The speed was extremely fast, and he was in front of Shangguan Yanzhi in the blink of an eye, and then his sharp beak and claws flashed with scorching flames, twisting the air in front of Shangguan Yanzhi.

Shangguan Yanzhi was startled when he saw this strange bird. The big sword in his hand shook, and the sword pressure that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly erupted. Suddenly, within a radius of several feet, the atmosphere roared, and the sword power was superimposed with the meaning of flowing fire, directed at the three legs. The golden crow enveloped him.

However, the three-legged golden crow flew away as soon as it touched it. With a flutter of its wings, it flew into the air and circled to another direction, causing the air movement to deflect and affecting the center of gravity of Shangguan Yanzhi's sword.

"The true energy has transformed into a mysterious form, let's see how I can break it, the molten core cracking flame!"

Shangguan Yanzhi's magical sword rotated, and his energy changed again. Then, in addition to the confinement of his sword, there was also an explosive true essence characteristic in the air. This true essence was not strong at first, but with each breath that passed, this true essence The strength of the Yuan doubled. After four or five breaths, the True Yuan was as powerful as the sword.

Feeling Shangguan Yanzhi's aura that was rising like fission, Fang Qingyuan didn't react much. The onlookers around him couldn't bear it anymore and fled in all directions. Only some foundation-building monks still insisted on watching the fun.

To capture the thief, capture the king first. Shangguan Yanzhi understood this principle. Fighting with the three-legged alien bird was of no use. It was the right thing to capture the foreign kid.

So Shangguan Yanzhi turned his sword, and the surging sword intent swept towards Fang Qingyuan, but in the next breath, he saw a turtle head and snake tail, floating in the quiet abyss, the movement and stillness were combined, and the true spirit of the Dharma was impeccably defended. , stood in front of Fang Qingyuan, blocking all of his explosive sword power.

"Both forms appear together?"

Shangguan Yanzhi was shocked with an exclamation, and then he realized that there was a high probability that he would not be able to get away with it today.

However, Fang Qingyuan was not done yet. In addition to the Xuanwu Dharma Appearance, there was real energy mixed into the atmosphere. It was twisted and twisted, and its outline gradually took shape. This Dharma Appearance had a thick frame, with its back hunched over, and its posture seemed to be squatting or fluttering. It was majestic. Affected by it, it made loud noises and roared in all directions. It was clearly a giant white tiger with a golden spirit.

The White Tiger Dharma Appearance appeared, and with just one pounce, it shook the magic sword in Shangguan Yanzhi's hand so much that he wanted to let it go. This Geng-gold white tiger is unparalleled in sharpness, and its claws are the best magic weapons. Compared with the magic power and true essence, In terms of virility, Shangguan Yanzhi obviously couldn't match Fang Qingyuan's.

The three strands of true energy transformed into physical forms, each with its own pressure. With the three walls added, Shangguan Yanzhi's lava bursting sword intent was obviously disturbed. The buildings with a radius of a hundred meters were also trembling slightly, and he exerted pressure on Fang Qingyuan. The sword pressure outside was continuously hit and twisted, and it was already broken.

When the situation developed to this point, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Shangguan Yanzhi was no match for Fang Qingyuan, but Shangguan Yanzhi refused to admit defeat. He roared angrily, forcibly boosted his energy, flew backwards, and gained some distance first.