Floating Immortal Order Chapter 895: Winds

There are many monks fighting swords, but, fighting fists...

Unpredictable, Fan Xuanzhi's head was beaten with a click, as if the bone in the forehead was broken, and a piece was shriveled.

He was frightened and angry, and quickly followed her fist strength, backed away a little, and at the same time knocked each other on the palms and flickered, like Sheng's air control, in an instant, countless wind blades were chasing after Lu Ling. Get out.

Wei Jiuxi's heart suddenly came to his throat, no matter how much he counted, he couldn't retreat under the wind from all directions.

Unless the life-saving jade talisman is used, otherwise...

As a promising core disciple of the Purple Firmament Sect, he certainly has his own insights.

The air tube that looks like a sheng is clearly the fairy artifact Fenghou that was made by many elders of Qitang and studied together more than ten thousand years ago, and invited twelve Fenglinggen cultivators to refine it together.

I heard that Fenghou was put into the ancient battlefield, because he wanted to give the cultivator a great immortal fate, but I didn't expect...

Wei Jiuxi felt that Lin Xi was too impulsive.

It seems that Heaven Immortal and Jade Immortal are only one step apart, but it is a gap that countless monks may not be able to bridge in their entire lives.

Purple Xiaozong and his party were at the same time, planning to use the crowd to bully the few and help Lu Lingqi, but they didn't think that they would appear behind the monk Zomon in a ghostly flash.

Boom! bang bang bang...

When he smashed the opponent down with one punch, Lu Lingxi directly pressed him to the ground, like the senior eight-armed ape who killed the poisonous hidden king, smashing him into the pit.

But how could Fan Xuanzhi sit still?

Although my head is dizzy and I can't accurately target the big enemy, Feng Hou is so powerful!

Drawing and pulling with both hands, the ground beneath him seemed to be swirled by a hurricane, forcibly taking him and her into the air.

In mid-air, the wind—more kind.

At the moment of taking a breath, countless wind blades took the initiative to avoid the master, and again, at a very close distance, stabbed towards Lu Lingxi.

咻咻~咻咻咻~~~

Different from Zomon people who have self-healing bodies, no matter how powerful a human cultivator is, if he is injured, he must have a step-by-step process to get better.

This process is one of the laws of this world. Anyone who wants to shorten or not to this process must pay a corresponding price.

Lin Xi...

Just when Lao Tang was also sticking out his head in the cloud, Lu Lingxi's ambush suddenly moved.

Almost in an instant, she grabbed Fan Xuanzhi, who was relying on her instinct to counterattack, to teleport, avoiding the concentrated area where the wind blade was shooting.

When entering the Battle League, she and Qing Zhuer were stabbed into hedgehogs alive by a playful friar Zomon, and shed the last drop of blood.

That kind of despair and anger could no longer be suppressed when he saw this playful Zomon.

Crack! Ka Ka Ka Ka...

Don't you like to play with the wind?

Almost subconsciously, Lu Lingxi quickly broke all the bones of his opponent with his fist strength.

A large ball appears.

Fan Xuanzhi's head in a strange posture, reversed and protruded out of the ball.

His eyes were red with hatred.

How about ambush?

Why did you fight like this?

It never occurred to him that he would fight her like this.

Fenghou integrates attack and defense. As long as the wind shield is called out, let alone a little fairy, even a jade fairy... and don't even want to hurt him.

He originally wanted to experience her ambush in her ambush!

One step lost, every step lost.

Fan Xuanzhi didn't know at all, how could Lin Xi have so much energy.

Is it true that An Hua is right, her second dantian is a demon body?

Only the monks of the monster tribe can have such great strength.

I hate that he is so dignified and immortal that he didn't even perform one-tenth of his cultivation, so would he be so suffocated to death?

Fan Xuanzhi didn't want to be suffocated to death, so he stared at him and ignored his body condition.

Chi Chi Chi...

Finally free.

Flesh and blood flew, and they combined with the wind blade to hit Lu Lingji, who was close at hand.

Self-harm?

Between the lightning and flint, Lu Lingxi's eyes also turned red.

Entering the Battle League, the Zomon who was captured by their five-member team used this method to reverse the tide of the battle, turning her and Qing Zhuer into hedgehogs.

Again now?

She didn't care to carry him out again, and the moment she inspired the magic talisman she had prepared to protect her, countless flowers and fists went towards the figure he was still reluctant to cut.

Purple ur...

bang bang bang...

Still hiding the dead point, right?

She doesn't.

Lu Lingxi, who had fought countless times with the Zomonites, quickly moved towards the place where the granulation was the most wriggling.

Fan Xuanzhi's eyes were on the verge of splitting, and he wanted to call his wind shield to let the wind shield spin away all the force that hit him, but his hands couldn't fit.

At the moment when he was about to die, his tears of remorse flowed.

Fenghou can be combined and divided. If it wasn't for Lin Xi's ambush, if it wasn't for his cultivation, thinking that his hands could be folded at any time, his wind shield would be the easiest to summon.

But this time...

Fan Xuanzhi pulled his hands eagerly, trying to condense the swirling wind pillars together, as long as he gave him three more breaths, the three pillars would be combined into one, and he would be able to shrink and condense back into a life-saving wind shield!

Heaven and earth were eclipsed at this moment, and the clouds in the sky were scattered and twisted into the wind column. When Old Tang felt that they were about to become one, he couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder the old guys in the original Qitang named it 'Hou'.

If this Zomonian didn't think too much of himself and suffered a careless loss, Lin Xi wanted to kill him, and in the eyes of the public, he would have to use his son's spear to attack his son's shield.

But now...

How fast the wind column of flying ash and stone swirls, how fast is it lonely.

They are about to congeal in the air, but based on the little girl's experience with the Zomon people, Old Tang knows that it's too late.

Fan Xuanzhi, who was stabbed into a hedgehog and smashed into flesh, burst out with a pair of eyeballs, staring at the wind pillars that were clearly about to meet in the air, and no longer made a sound.

The rapidly wriggling granulation turned into dead flesh, and Lu Lingxi pulled it off, eagerly trying to put it together, like Sheng's empty tube.

"...It's called Feng Hou!"

Jing Qing said softly: "When it is combined, it can be divided ~IndoMTL.com~, it will compress a wind shield with a space of several tens of meters. If the wind shield is not broken... no one can kill its owner."

Lin Xi is like this, and it can be considered a crooked strike.

This thing is very famous. When it was sent to the ancient battlefield, Zi Xiaozong knew through special channels that it had sent many disciples to the ancient battlefield to cut off Hu.

Unfortunately...

"Sorry, we didn't recognize it at first."

If they had known it was Fenghou, they would have shot together.

"You're doing...very well."

I didn't give this Zomon man a moment, and it took less than a hundred breaths to go from starting to killing.

(End of this chapter)