Chapter 1150 Complete Victory on the First Day

The devil is Fang Xing, the Little Saint Lord Tongtian, is he really going to defeat the Pure Land with just one person?

The second day after arriving in the Pure Land was also the first day Fang Xing started this challenging journey. From morning to night, Fang Xing fought with at least thirty Pure Land masters. His opponents were getting stronger and more sophisticated. The fighting became more and more rigorous, and the fighting process became more and more dangerous, but he remained calm as always, fighting fiercely one after another, and his ferocity gradually came out. He fought more than 30 people in a row without any sign of decline, and his whole person looked more and more... He is calm, but the fierceness in his body is getting higher and higher, and there is a trend of getting stronger with each fight.

boom! boom! boom!

In the void, dozens of figures have rushed up, all of them are experts, staring at Fang Xing, but Fang Xing seems to turn a blind eye, only looking at his opponent, there is already one person in front of him, he is from the Pure Land Black Rock Clan. Strong man, 300 years old, a high-level emperor infant. He has never cultivated supernatural powers. He has only cultivated a powerful physical body. His strength is indescribable. He can almost tear the void with his bare hands. At this time, he lost his temper and roared to the sky. Then, he bit the tip of his tongue, activated the secret technique, and threw three earth-shattering punches in succession.

For a time, the stars in the sky dimmed, the wind gathered and the clouds dispersed, the heaven and earth trembled, and the Milky Way hung upside down.

But in the face of these three punches, Fang Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter. He rushed forward without dodging. His demonic body shook, and almost boundless terrifying power was lifted up. He stepped on the void, He waved his six arms and also punched three times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There seemed to be three thunderclaps between the heaven and the earth, which shocked all the cultivators onlookers to cover their ears.

When the fists collided with each other for the first time, the strong man from the ancient clan had a look of surprise on his face and his eyes were extremely shocked.

When the second punch collided, his face was livid and his arms were trembling.

On the third punch, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew out like a kite with its string cut off.

However, although the man was repelled, he tried his best and yelled three times: "Okay! Okay! Okay! What a devil..."

"Devil, I will fight you!"

Just as his opponent was shot down, a violent roar rang out. Fang Xing turned around and saw countless terrifying eyes thirty feet away. There was a divine power hidden in each eye. The lights bloomed together, emitting a dizzying light, like an endless trap that would completely pull the human soul into the abyss, and it would never be possible to escape.

"It's the Hundred Eyes Clan who took action!"

A monk whispered to himself, extremely excited.

But he saw the patriarch of the Hundred Eyes Clan, and when Fang Xing wasn't paying attention, he directly used his magical power to attract him to take a look.

This is still not a siege, but it does take a big advantage.

In the blink of an eye, he was frightened by the divine light of the Hundred Eyes Clan, and it was extremely difficult to stand up.

It's a pity that Fang Xing's spiritual consciousness is far beyond the expectations of others. There was only a slight confusion in his eyes. Then his eyes sharpened and he completely cleared up. Then the next moment, the three-headed and six-armed demonic figure appeared on his face. That vertical eye suddenly opened, and the misty light shone brightly, like a wall, completely reflecting back the endless divine light in front of him...

"Demon! Demon! Demon!"

The master of the Hundred-Eyed Clan was suddenly shocked. He fell into the magical power he had used, his face looked horrified, and he screamed repeatedly.

"snort!"

However, Fang Xing took the opportunity to step forward and came to him. He grabbed his collar and lifted it up. He wanted to get rid of him with murderous intent, but before he started, he seemed to have thought of something. Suddenly, he laughed "chi" and cursed, "Fuck you, uncle!" He threw him into the air, and then kicked him in the butt, knocking this dignified master out of sight.

Then he turned around, glanced at the surrounding cultivators who were watching eagerly, and sneered: "Is there really no hero in the Pure Land?"

"presumptuous!"

I don't know how many people were angered by this sentence. Their anger was like a tide, and they all wanted to pounce on them with murderous intent.

"Let me go first!"

From a distance, a roar came, and then I saw that the crowd in front of me had dispersed and moved out of the way. When I looked up, I saw a big mountain directly. It flew over with a rumble, and I looked down and saw it. A man as skinny as a monkey actually carried a huge mountain directly on his shoulders. He used it as a weapon, exhaled and threw it over a hundred feet away.

"Too weak!"

Fang Xing looked back and saw, sneered, held the Shanjue in his hand, and touched it in the air.

The void trembled with rumbles, and the flying mountain crashed back directly, and the attack was faster than the attack.

"Oh my God..."

The skinny monkey was startled and ran away.

"Another one was defeated..."

The monks around were speechless, wondering, are they here to fight the devil?

Are you just here to embarrass yourself?

"Nine sons of Wuyan Mountain, come here to ask for advice!"

In the crowd, there was finally another loud shout, but only nine figures were seen walking through the air. Their figures were as graceful as immortals, occupying nine positions respectively. The qi on their bodies were connected, forming an invisible network. The power of the surrounding mountains and rivers was attracted and turned into an invisible force. Each held a long sword in their hands, pointing at Fang Xing from a distance, trapping him in the middle.

"Nine people?"

Fang Xing was not in a hurry to take action. He looked at the nine of them with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.

The nine people knew what he was thinking, sneered and said: "When facing one person, we are nine people going together!"

Another interface: "Facing thousands of troops, the nine of us will go together!"

After saying that, he shouted loudly at the same time: "Please enlighten me!"

After saying this, without waiting for Fang Xing's reaction, the nine people looked at each other and suddenly rushed over together. Their bodies turned into nine streams of light, intertwined and flew, and in an instant, a large formation was triggered. , carrying stacks of astonishing huge waves, rolled straight towards Fang Xing. Every inch within a thousand feet was filled with cold sword energy, making it unavoidable and unstoppable.

Fang Xing held his forehead and sighed: "I've never seen such a shameless person!"

Not afraid, he laughed sinisterly, opened his big hand, and pressed it into the air.

"Swish" "swish" "swish" "swish"

As he pressed his palm, an unknown number of white beads were scattered into the air at the same time. Each bead was changing in the air, and suddenly turned into the appearance of a monster. The power was extremely terrifying, and the number was even more terrifying. It densely filled the endless void, directly tore apart the dense sword energy in the air, and surrounded the Nine Sons of Wuyan Mountain in the middle...

"You...what are you doing?"

The leader of the Nine Sons of Wuyan Mountain screamed in horror.

Fang Xing waved his hand helplessly and said, "Aren't you going to fight thousands of troops? Then I'll give you this chance!"

Hoho!

All the monster beasts rushed forward at the same time, surrounded the Nine Sons of Wuyanshan, and beat them violently, causing them to scream...

"Is there anyone else coming to give you advice today?"

After taking care of the Nine Sons of Wuyan Mountain, Fang Xing turned around and looked at the cultivators gathered around him.

boom!

Facing his gaze, everyone subconsciously took a few steps back, looking horrified and wary.

As the sun sets in the west, dusk falls, and the day has passed.

And Fang Xing has already fought no less than thirty masters in a row, but his expression remains unchanged and he is not even injured at all.

This day's performance can be said to be a complete victory.

No one dares to take action anymore, after all, there are so many lessons learned right in front of us.

Even if they had discovered that Fang Xing did not kill anyone on this day, and just wanted to win, they would not dare to take action.

After all, even if you can't lose your life, it's not good to lose in front of so many people.

Just like the Nine Sons of Wuyan Mountain, they are still shouting for help among the monster beasts!

It’s such a shame that you left it at grandma’s house!

"Haha, if no one gives me advice, then that's the end of the day. We should go to Wushuang City tomorrow, right?"

Fang Xing didn't press any questions, just said something with a low smile and waved his hand lazily.

The monsters in the sky turned into relics and flew back into his sleeves, and the void became clear.

The Nine Sons of Wuyan Mountain, who were surrounded by monsters, were all in a state of embarrassment. They walked away with their swords in dejection, but no one was injured or killed.

And looking at Fang Xing, who returned to the palace with invincible momentum, no one around him dared to stop him.

Today's defeat has been revealed, and no one dares to challenge him anymore.

"Why did he lose so miserably today? Is there really no one in our Pure Land who can defeat him?"

"The real masters are either waiting and watching, or they haven't arrived yet. Ordinary people, who can be the opponent of this devil!"

Some people lamented it and discussed it a lot.

Some people said hatefully: "The devil is basically humiliating the Pure Land. He uses magical powers similar to the opponent's to deal with everyone. This shows that he is not trying his best at all. He really thinks that he can do it on his own." Isn’t it possible to defeat the Pure Land?”

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators were speechless as they recalled the process of today's battle.

"Haha, defeat the sword with the sword, hit the mountain with the mountain, hit the body with the strange strength... In the end, you fought a few shameless ones, reaching the sky, reaching the sky, what on earth do you think? You can't really want to have the power of your own. Destroy the Pure Land?" When all the cultivators were suspicious, in the cave on the peak, the Little God King Aogu, the Fourth Prince of Canglan Hai and others were also waiting for him, and they all asked with strange expressions.

At the end of the day, people with a little knowledge have discovered the pattern of his attacks, and the shock in their hearts is simply indescribable. On the first day of Fang Xing, he defeated more than 30 opponents in a row, and almost none of them were the same. Methods……

If you use a sword, I will fight with a sword!

You are physically strong, so I will fight with you to see who is stronger!

If you use magical powers, then I will naturally have all kinds of magical powers waiting for you!

This method has absolutely no benefit except making the Pure Land cultivators feel even more humiliated.

The fourth prince of Canglanhai asked more directly: "In this battle of yours, some people think you are doing it to save your life, some people think you are doing it to let go, and some people think you are trying to claim credit from the God Lord and defeat the Pure Land to show your loyalty, but you What is the real purpose?”

"Actually, what they said is right!"

Fang Xing had always been in the palace and had never gone out. After hearing the questions from the fourth prince of Canglanhai, he just smiled softly and shook his head. His eyes looked a little deep. After a while, he said: " But it’s not entirely true…”