Chapter 53 Breaking the Formation
“Huff…”
Fists were flying everywhere, and I didn’t know how much time had passed.
The two figures then separated.
Fang Xian's breathing became heavier, and a sound like the roar of flowing water from the Yangtze River came from his body: "Old monk, you are amazing!"
In the huge pit, the monk Zhifan's robe was torn into pieces, revealing his jade-like skin. The exploded stone fell on him and was directly shattered into pieces, without even a scar left.
Fang Xian also came from a horizontal training background, and this was the first time he met someone who was tougher and stronger than him!
'This monk Zhifan's body protection ability can directly withstand the full-strength attack of the Grandmaster. Chu Kuangren must have been entangled by him and unable to escape, and then was killed by the swordsman's flying sword! '
"The donor is not bad either."
Monk Zhifan made a seal with his right hand, like the wish-fulfilling wheel, and wielded the demon-subduing pestle with his left hand. He looked like a guardian king from a myth!
"It seems that I have to show my real kung fu."
Fang Xian stretched lazily.
At the same time, behind him, a three-eyed white tiger with evil patterns emerged, letting out a ferocious tiger roar.
The huge size, black and red stripes, and ferocious and strange evil eyes all bring terrible mental shock.
“Is this… true?”
"The mind interferes with matter. Is the Grandmaster so powerful?"
"This is no longer martial arts, but magical skills!"
The grand masters and innate experts who were watching retreated again and again.
Fang Xian didn't care about them. Ever since the 'White Tiger Seven Killings Evil Art' was promoted to the fourth level, the white tiger he condensed became even more bizarre.
As soon as he appeared, even the monk Zhifan couldn't help but be a little dazed.
"Tiger-Shaped Divine Claw!"
Fang Xian took a step forward, and his right hand seemed to tear the sky and earth apart, merging with the white tiger's claw.
puff!
With one claw, Monk Zhifan flew back, looking at his chest.
There, the golden light shattered, leaving behind several slight bloodstains.
"not good!"
When the swordsman saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.
Obviously, Monk Zhifan was at a disadvantage when facing the White Tiger Star Lord!
"Take another punch from me!"
Amidst loud laughter, the white tiger behind Fang Xian merged into his body and suddenly threw out seven punches.
Seven fist winds gathered in mid-air and turned into one punch.
White Tiger Seven Killing Fist!
Monk Zhifan put his hands together and slowly pushed them outward, as if he was pushing an extremely heavy object.
When the fists and palms collided, there was no excess energy released, but Monk Zhifan took a step back.
Bang!
A deep footprint appeared on the ground.
He retreated again and again, until he took seven steps, and finally he completely dissipated the seven energies contained in the punch just now.
Suddenly his face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Zhifan Monk, you are no match for me."
Fang Xian's face was calm: "Are you going to die in my hands today, or will we fight together?"
"Brother Buddha!"
The swordsman shouted, "This man is a demon, and today is not a fair duel!"
"Someone come!"
Monk Zhifan finally said in a deep voice: "Set up the 'Vajra Subduing Demon Arhat Formation'!"
"Respect the law!"
The 108 innate arhat stick monks and the six great bodhisattva chiefs, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly flew out, surrounded Fang Xian, and set up a large formation.
This formation was extremely strict, and it seemed to connect the monks' breathing, skills, and even spirits, leaving nothing to chance.
"good!"
Fang Xian exclaimed in praise, and the image of the White Tiger reappeared.
This time, it was not just mental interference, a thin layer of blood-red mist also spread at the same time.
"Subdue demons and monsters!"
Many Arhats roared in unison and swung their sticks , like giants with a thousand arms and eyes.
The formation rotated, trapping the white tiger inside.
…
"One Grand Master, six Grand Masters, and one hundred and eight innate beings, forming a great formation..."
Outside the arena, Yu Longjiao looked pale: "Fang Xian, you idiot, why don't you run?"
"What a pity... White Tiger Star Lord was also a great man of his generation, but he is going to die here today." A flash of hatred appeared on the face of the Ice Soul Fairy next to him.
"Maybe the fairy is wrong..."
The new leader of the Red Ape Sect beside him said quietly, "Back then, Xue Guhong was able to hold out for nine days and nine nights. This White Tiger Star Lord should be able to hold out for six or seven days at the very least, right? After all, he won't die today..."
After all, there was no Zhifan monk in the center to preside over the formation at that time!
…
For a master, no, even for a congenital master, not eating or drinking for a few days is nothing.
This unprecedented battle made them unwilling to leave even a single step.
Three days later.
The moon is bright in the sky.
"Huh?"
The swordsman was a grandmaster after all, and he was the first to sense something was wrong: "Why... did the Xiantian stick monk appear to be exhausted right now?"
This is impossible.
He was an innate master with a long meridian, and he was even able to fight with Xue Guhong for nine days and nine nights!
Of course, this is partly due to the formation. In the formation, not everyone has to fight the enemy and can retreat and rest.
But no matter what, you won’t become exhausted within three days!
"Is the fog getting thicker?"
A master looked at the white tiger image that was still alive and well in the formation and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
What he was talking about was the blood mist near the White Tiger Dharma Image.
It is normal to have fog in the mountains, but this kind of blood fog is very abnormal.
Moreover, it became more intense.
"this……"
Yu Longjiao looked at the formation, also in confusion.
“Ahhh!”
Suddenly, the formation came to a standstill.
With the naked eye, one can see a three-eyed white tiger with evil patterns roaring at the moon.
White Tiger Howls at the Moon!
The sound waves rolled, and at the same time, the cheeks of those innate stick monks who were setting up the formation seemed to be getting thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Master...disciple, disciple..."
A monk holding a stick staggered and finally couldn't hold on and fell down.
As soon as he fell to the ground, he turned into a mummy, as if all the blood and flesh had disappeared.
With the moonlight, white tiger, blood mist... every monk in the formation felt a chill in their hearts.
"Devil! Devil!"
Monk Zhifan stared at Fang Xian and roared angrily.
In his opinion, Fang Xian at this moment was definitely a demon that was hundreds or thousands of times more terrifying than Xue Guhong.
"Whatever you say, I don't care anymore."
Fang Xian let out a long roar, and surprisingly, his true energy did not seem to be damaged at all.
Meanwhile, bang bang bang!
Three more innate stick monks fell to the ground and died, turning into mummies.
There was a slight flaw in the Vajra Arhat's demon-subduing formation. Fang Xian saw it but ignored it and continued to stay in the formation.
bite!
Suddenly, the sound of a sword was heard.
A green sword light flew from nowhere, about to kill Fang Xian's body!
Kendo man!
The grand master finally couldn't bear it anymore and attacked in anger!
"Haha, I'm waiting for you."
Fang Xian laughed loudly, and waves of blood came out from the white tiger.
This is the wonderful benefit he realized after the Seven Killing White Tiger Evil Art was advanced to the fourth level.
To put it simply, it is a force field that affects the surroundings, enough to restrain the speed of the flying sword.
…
"Is it really a flying sword?"
Yu Longjiao looked at this scene, her mouth opened: "Today's battle will surely be sung by the martial arts world... It's simply a battle between immortals and demons! But the famous and upright sects are so shameless!"
