Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 53: Breakthrough

　　 "Hoo..."

　　 fist shadows are flying, I don’t know how long it has been.

　　The two figures are separated.

　　Fang Xian panting sound became a little heavy, and the rushing noise of the Yangtze River flowing from the body was heard: "Old monk, great!"

In the huge pit, the monk’s robe on the Zhifan monk shattered, showing his jade-like skin. The exploding stone fell on him and was directly shocked into powder, leaving no scars.

　　Fang Xian is also a horizontal producing, and now for the first time I have seen someone harder and stronger than him!

　　 ‘The Magical Powers bodyguard of the Zhifan monk can directly resist Great Grandmaster and attack with all his strength. Madman Chu must be entangled by him, unable to get out, and hacked to death by Sword Daoist flying sword! ’

　　 "The donor is not bad."

　　 Zhifan monk's right hand seals, like the wishful round, and the left hand casts the devil's pestle, the whole person is like the Protector Ming king who walked out in mythology!

　　 "It seems that skill must be displayed."

　　Fang Xian stretched out.

　　At the same time, behind him, the three-eyed evil-looking white tiger emerged, sending out a fierce tiger roar.

　　's huge body, black and red lines, and monstrous and evil eyes all bring terrible spiritual shock.

　　 "This... is it true?"

　　 "Mental interference substance, Great Grandmaster is so strong?"

　　 "This is no longer Martial Way, but Magical Powers spell!"

　　The Great Grandmaster and innate expert onlookers retreated one after another.

　　 Fang Xian doesn't care about them either. Since ‘White Tiger Seven Kills evil art’ was promoted to the fourth floor, his cohesive white tiger has become more magical.

As soon as 　　fu appeared, even if he knew the monks, he couldn't help but be a little distracted.

　　 "Tiger Form Search God Claw!"

　　Fang Xian stepped out in one step, his right hand seemed to tear the world, and merged with the white tiger's claw.

　　Poof!

Under one claw, Zhifan Monk flew back and looked at his chest.

　　 There, the golden light shattered, leaving several slight blood marks.

　　 "Not good!"

　　Sword Daoist saw this scene and his expression changed slightly.

　　 Apparently, Zhifan Seng confronted White Tiger Star Monarch, but he was at a disadvantage!

　　 "Take me another punch!"

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

　　 Seven fist styles converged in mid-air and turned into a fist.

　　White Tiger Seven Kills boxing!

　　 Zhifan Monk put his hands together and slowly pushed outward, as if pushing an extremely heavy thing.

　　 palms intersect, no excess energy overflows, but Zhifan Monk takes a step back.

　　Snap!

　　 A deep footprint appeared on the ground.

　　 He stepped back and back again, and it was not until seven steps that he completely melted the seven strengths contained in Fang Cai’s one punch.

　　 suddenly looked pale and spit out blood.

　　 "Know the monk, you are not my opponent."

　　Fang Xian looks like Jingui Wubo: "Is it dead in my hands today, or should I go together?"

　　 "Brother!"

　　Sword Daoist shouted: "This person is Devil, and today is not a fair competition duel!"

　　 "Come here!"

　　 Zhifan Monk finally said in a deep voice: "Bu ‘Vajra Voldemort’s Great Formation’!"

　　 "Respect the purpose of the law!"

　　One hundred and eighty innate Luohan stick monks, who had been waiting for a long time, and the first of the six major Bodhisattvas flew out suddenly, encircling the Fang Xian regiments and setting up a large formation.

　　 This burst of law is extremely strict, and it seems to connect the breath, skill, and spirit of these monks without dripping water.

　　 "Good!"

　　Fang Xian praised, the white tiger Dharma Idol reappeared.

　　 This time, it was not just mental disturbance, First Layer's thin **** mist spreading at the same time.

　　 "Demon demon!"

　　 Many Luohan roared in unison, and the sticks came out like a giant with thousands of hands and eyes.

　　 circulates in large circles, besieging the white tiger.

　　……

　　 "One Great Grandmaster, six Great Grandmaster, one hundred and eight innate, forming a large array..."

　　 Off-site, Yu Longjiao looked pale: "Fang Xian you idiot, why don't you run?"

　　 "It's a pity... White Tiger Star Monarch is also a generational master, and it will eventually fall here today." The hatred flashed on the face next to Icy Spirit Fairy.

　　 "The fairy may be wrong..."

　　 Next to Scarlet Ape Sect's new suzerain Youyou said: "The blood orphans of that year could support nine days and nine nights. This White Tiger Star Monarch can also support six or seven days at the worst? Is it impossible to die today..."

　　 After all, there was no Zhifan monk who presided over the formation at the time!

　　……

　　 For guru, no, even for innate expert, it’s nothing to drink or eat for a few days.

　　 This unprecedented battle made them reluctant to leave half a step.

　　 Three days later.

　　The moon is empty.

　　"Huh?"

　　Sword Daoist is Great Grandmaster after all, the first one feels wrong: "Why... innate stick monk is not supported at this time?"

　　This is impossible.

　　innate expert, originally has a long vein of blood, and even entangled with Xue Guhong for nine days and nine nights!

　　Of course, this part is the reason of formation. In formation, not everyone has to fight against the enemy, so they can retreat and rest.

　　 But in any case, it won’t appear in three days!

　　 "Is the mist more intense?"

　　 A grandmaster looked at the white tiger Dharma Idol, who was still alive and well in the formation, and was suddenly surprised.

　　He said that it was the blood mist near the white tiger Dharma Idol.

　　Mist in the mountains was normal, but this kind of blood mist is very abnormal.

　　 Moreover, it is getting richer.

　　 "This..."

　　Yu Longjiao looked at the formation, and was equally astonished.

　　 "Aoao!"

　　 Suddenly, the formation method lags behind.

　　 visible to the naked eye, a white tiger with three evil eyes roaring at the moon.

　　White Tiger Xiaoyue!

　　 The sound waves are rolling, and at the same time, I see those innate stick monks who are arrayed, and their cheeks seem to be losing weight at a rate that is visible to the naked eye~IndoMTL.com~Master...disciple, disciple..."

　　 A monk's footsteps wobbled, and finally he couldn't support it, and fell down.

　　 When he fell to the ground, he became a corpse, as if the flesh and blood had disappeared.

　　Cooperate with the moonlight, white tiger, blood mist... Each monk in the formation, a trace of horror and coldness appeared in his heart.

　　 "Devil! Devil!"

　　 Zhifan Monk stared at Fang Xian and hissed and roared.

　　In his view, the Fang Xian at this time is definitely a great demon that is more terrible than Xueguhong by hundreds of times.

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

　　Fang Xian growled loudly, and true qi seemed to have no loss at all.

　　At the same time, bang bang!

　　 Three innate stick monks fell to the ground and died, turning into corpses.

　　Vajra Luohan Voldemort's large array appeared a flaw, Fang Xian saw it, but regardless of disregard, still staying in the array.

Ding!

　　 suddenly heard a sword.

　　 A cyan sword light, I don’t know where to fly from, I want to kill the body of Fang Xian!

　　Sword Daoist!

　　 This Great Grandmaster finally couldn't bear it, and shot with anger!

　　 "Haha, wait for you."

　　Fang Xian laughed, bursts of blood wave came out from the white tiger body.

　　 This is the magical use he realized after the seven-kill White Tiger evil art was promoted to the fourth level.

　　 Simply put, it is a force field that affects the surroundings, enough to contain the speed of flying sword.

　　……

　　 "Really flying sword?"

　　Yu Longjiao looked at this scene and opened his mouth: "This battle today will sing for the world's martial arts circle... It is a showdown of immortals and demon! But the decent is decent, and it is shameless!"