The golden stream scattered, and under the dazzling golden light, everyone watching the battle was dazzled by the light, and they could not see what was happening inside the light wall.

However, soon the golden light of the Demon Conqueror Mahamudra dimmed, and they could see a blue-black knife gang and a cold blue flame-shaped knife gang intersecting in the air, cutting the Devil Conqueror Mahamudra into four parts.

The blue and black swords are cold and cold, and the cold blue swords are burning hot.

They destroyed the Mahamudra and continued to move forward, pressing towards a line.

The group shouted loudly, and the palms shot out in succession, and the golden palms slapped on the two swords.

But the golden palms were cut open one after another, and in a very short time, the two swords had already arrived in front of a group.

A group of arms swung, golden qi lingering around their arms, all slammed on the two sword gangs.

Bang!

The knife gang was blasted apart, and the group was shaken to keep retreating. His left arm monk sleeve burned, and his right arm seemed to be covered with a layer of light blue-black thin ice.

The group that hit the wall of light hurriedly operated the True Essence in their bodies, only then did the cold blue flames stop burning and the blue-black thin ice melted.

Everyone looked at the chaotic line, and they were all silent for a while. The line that forced Zhou Fan to face him head-to-head actually fell into a disadvantage. This is really...

"You have three types of swords?" The group looked at Zhou Fan and asked in a deep voice.

He knows that a martial artist can cultivate many kinds of qi, but generally there are two kinds of qi, and three kinds of qi are too few.

"Actually it's just one type." Zhou Fan shook his head and said, he didn't lie, the essence was simulated by the Wuji Dao Gang.

The inspiration for Kuai Dao Gang comes from the Kuai Dao technique he has practiced.

The two sword gangs just now, one is the ghost sword gang and the other is the flaming sword gang. He has integrated the ghost qi and yanyang qi he has cultivated into the sword gang. The power has more than doubled.

But it is not as fast and agile as the Kuai Dao Gang, it can be said to be a completely different Dao Gang.

"A kind of..." The line was silent, he wanted to know how Zhou Fan did it, but this was undoubtedly peeping at the secrets of the warriors, which was very inappropriate, so he didn't ask any more.

"Do you want to continue?" Zhou Fan changed the subject.

Zhou Fan's meaning is very obvious. If the team has all the skills, then this discussion will be meaningless.

"Of course you have to continue, a line of mages, don't admit defeat." Zhang Li Xiaohu said nervously: "I won, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Then this meal is quite expensive." Xiong Feixiu sneered.

Of course, Zhang Li Xiaohu's answer could not represent a line, and the line looked at Zhou Fan and sighed: "Donor Zhou is worthy of being the leader of the Class A class. It seems that it is impossible to win Donor Zhou by ordinary means. I have another trick. If Donor Zhou can resolve it, this time the little monk will lose again."

A group of people looked solemn. He closed his eyes, and red and yellow flames escaped from his body. The flames on his body swayed slightly with the wind and quickly dispersed.

Zhou Fan was a little surprised, is this a technique or a martial art? However, he did not rush to shoot, but waited patiently.

A line of red-yellow flames spread to the outside, and didn't stop until six feet. Both eyes of the line were open. At the moment of Vajra's anger, the flames suddenly condensed into a two-armed light Buddha, with a vajra in his right hand and a treasured stick in his left.

The Buddha's face was blurred, but the vajra and the stick in both hands were flowing with dazzling red and yellow flames.

Among the people watching the battle quietly, Du Ni said to himself in shock, "Is this the Fudoming King of the Great Buddha Temple?"

"Those who see my body arouse bodhicitta, those who hear my name renounce evil and cultivate goodness, those who hear my Dharma gain great wisdom, and those who know my mind become Buddhas in their bodies." Xing Xing said softly, and the light Buddha made of red and yellow flames followed him. When he got up, the vajra and the treasured stick were condescending and struck at Zhou Fan.

In the whirring of the wind, Zhou Fan slashed out several knives.

Among them, there are not only the flaming swords with blue flames, the ghost swords with blue and black ghosts, and the thunder swords with flashing black thunder arcs. These three different swords collide with the Buddha's vajra and treasure stick. .

Chi, kara, bang and other different sounds sounded, bursts of explosions, black smoke curled up, and the wall of light that enveloped Zhou Fan and his party was covered by smoke and dust, Li Chungniang and the others could only faintly see all kinds of smoke. Various forces in the dust collide and collide.

It was not until the smoke and dust were blown away by the wind that they saw that the light Buddha made of red and yellow flames was still there, and Zhou Fan had already retreated to the light wall, with a purple-gold shield in front of him blocking it.

The Vajra pestle and the treasure stick just hit the purple gold shield and had to stop.

And that purple gold shield was condensed by the rusty knife tip spewing purple gold aura.

The vajra pestle and the treasured stick were raised, and a line in the red-yellow flame said in amazement, "How many kinds of qi have you cultivated?"

He has seen Zhou Fan use five kinds of swords.

"It's all said to be just one type." Zhou Fan chuckled lightly, the rusty knife's purple gold qi dissipated, retracted into the rust knife, and returned to Zhou Fan.

The Zijin Daogang was created by merging the Zijin armor, a kind of defensive Daogang.

These knife gangs are powerful, and they are the combination of the power and gang qi that he is familiar with. It will not be very difficult to cultivate. What Zhou Xiaoxiao said made him burst out of inspiration, otherwise he would have to think of the infinite knife gang out of thin air, but there is no such thing. easy.

"What a strong Qi Gang segment." Xingyi praised again, he frowned slightly, and once again urged Guang Buddha to launch an attack.

His Fudo Mingwang has not been completely formed, and with his current strength, he cannot last for long, so he can only fight quickly.

The Vajra pestle and treasured stick fell like thunder, and they also carried the power of Vajra's angry eyes.

Zhou Fan didn't take it hard, he moved around in the narrow space, dodging the attack of the Light Buddha~lightnovelpub.net~ Could it be that Brother Zhou wants to exhaust his efforts? "Yelaitianxiang said in surprise.

"If you think about it this way, it's not that simple. The cage formed by one line of magic has little space. It's not realistic to want to keep avoiding it." Zhang Lixiaohu said anxiously, he is not sure that one line can win. .

Of course, Zhou Fan didn't intend to keep dodging. He had already removed the German sword from his back while dodging.

Zhou Fan snorted coldly, and the giant saber slashed out, with golden flying feathers spraying out from the giant saber.

This is not the Storm Feather Spirit, these golden flying feathers are more solid, more dazzling and gorgeous, the range is larger, and the damage is more terrifying than the Storm Feather Spirit, this is the Feather Sword Gang.

The Light Buddha, which the Thunder Blade Gang, the Flame Blade Gang, and the Ghost Blade Gang couldn't penetrate, was pierced into a sieve by the golden flying feathers.

Light Buddha's stalwart body was riddled with holes, turning into tiny red-yellow light particles and slowly dissipating.

A group of eyebrows knitted together, the Buddha of Light dissipated, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and splattered it on the ground.

The semi-circular mask that enveloped the two of them dissipated.

"Are you all right?" Zhou Fan hurriedly asked.

The two were just discussing, but Zhou Fan didn't mean to kill a party.

A group of people looked at the blood he spat out on the ground, thinking that if those flying feathers with extremely strong penetrating power came at him just now, he might be dead.

Apparently it was Zhou Fan who wanted Fei Yu to avoid him. Now that the outcome was already decided, he slowly closed his eyes and said, "It's the little monk who lost."