Chapter 686 Breaking Through the Eighth Formation

From the moment Zhao Changhe took Fang Xing's first punch, the situation of the battle was officially reversed. He successfully transformed from a divine child wrapped in thunder and lightning, like a god, to a human sandbag, and was bombarded by Fang Xing's punches one after another. After the blow, he couldn't even recover from the beating. In the end, Fang Xing was riding on him, and he beat him down with two fists. It was terrible to watch.

Zhao Changhe had gone from being furious and cursing at the beginning, to gritting his teeth, to involuntarily groaning, to screaming. He couldn't stand it anymore, and Fang Xing also opened up his temper, punching him one after another. It feels so good, and it screams strangely.

ah! ah! ah! …

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! …

In today's scene, it's not that the Nanzhan cultivators and the Fuqi Dao disciples have slowed down their fighting skills, it's that no one has taken action immediately, and they are all staring blankly at the battlefield. Many people even can't figure it out. The Fuqi Dao Shenzi who originally had the upper hand was suddenly caught and beaten up by the little devil. He was thrown into the sea of ​​clouds from the void, and then came out from the sea of ​​clouds. He was punched, kicked, kneed, and head-butted. From time to time, he would be picked up and thrown on his back. Each move had Wanjun's strange strength, and even a mountain could be destroyed.

The Talisman Daozi is absolutely extraordinary, worthy of his reputation as a genius war cultivator. Not only has he practiced lightning skills to the extreme, but his body has also been tempered by lightning techniques, becoming extremely powerful, capable of fighting and resisting, and his vitality is also first-class tenacious. In all aspects, he can be called the strongest opponent Fang Xing has ever encountered since he formed the pill. However, no matter how strong he is, he can't withstand so many heavy blows. All the bones in his body are broken into powder, let alone another attack. Fa, I can't even make a seal, and my finger bones have been broken into pieces.

"Save Senior Brother Zhao..."

I don't know how long it took before Fuqi Daozi suddenly woke up from this terrifying scene and screamed at the top of his lungs.

For a moment, all the fish-like Fuqi Dao disciples gave up on their opponents and rushed over to save him.

"Get through us first!"

Brother Zhu Nanzhan shouted and started to chase and beat the Fuqi Dao disciple.

When Fang Xing saw this scene, his eyes turned cold, and he waved his hand to create a fossil talisman, which appeared in the air and turned into a black stone tablet. Wei Weifeng was suspended in the air, and he pointed Zhao Changhe toward the stone tablet. With a push, he pulled out the spear that penetrated his body from his chest, inserted his backhand into Zhao Changhe's chest, and nailed him into the stone tablet. Then, one after another, he pulled out the black giant sword, Several long weapons, including the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword, were inserted into various orifices of his body.

"Who is not afraid of death? Come on!"

Facing the Fuqi Dao disciple who was rushing forward, Fang Xing turned around and pulled out the black giant sword from Zhao Changhe, cut him in half with one sword, and then inserted the sword into Zhao Changhe's body, replacing The blood-drinking knife came out wildly and cut off the head of the second Fuqi Dao disciple who rushed towards him. He struck quickly and cruelly, and his method was even more weird, as if he was treating Zhao Changhe as a weapon.

All the true disciples of Fu Qi Dao have been entangled by Wang Qiong and other junior masters from Nanzhan, but the remaining disciples are too far behind Fang Xing in terms of strength. They only tried to die when they came forward, but Fang Xing wielded various weapons and killed seven or eight Fu in a row. The Qi Dao disciples also caused Zhao Changhe to suffer seven or eight weapons piercing his body, but this ferocious nature made the remaining Fu Qi Dao disciples feel horrified and stopped their efforts to come to the rescue.

Fang Xing's appearance at this time was also extremely miserable, with shocking injuries all over his body. After a fierce fight with Zhao Changhe, he was injured and injured. The injuries he suffered were far more severe than others imagined. If he didn't have the strongest inner body and body among practitioners of his generation, Long Jun spent a month cultivating him, but now he has already been defeated by Zhao Changhe's lightning skills. His ability to survive until now is largely due to his own strength.

But others felt that he could no longer hold on any longer, yet his ferocity remained unabated and unpredictable.

Fang Xing laughed, vomited a mouthful of blood, wiped it away with his sleeves, and pierced Zhao Changhe's body with the ancient sword in his hand. He sat cross-legged next to the stone monument, as if he was in urgent need of rest, but Zhao Changhe was already lifeless at this time. After the ancient sword penetrated him, When he touched his body, he groaned and raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, because he was too seriously injured, he only raised it halfway and then dropped it.

Zhao Changhe, the majestic Son of the God of Talisman, whose reputation for being cold, arrogant and ferocious spread throughout the Northern Territory of China, was in an extremely miserable state. He was nailed to a stone tablet by Fang Xing like a piece of rotten meat. Until this moment, he didn't even know that he was How did he lose to Fang Xing, but deep down in his heart, he had a vague feeling that if it happened again, he would probably still lose to this little devil.

It's not that I'm not good at thunder skills, or that my body isn't strong enough, it's just that I'm not as ruthless as this little devil!

He simply couldn't imagine how someone could withstand so many lightning strikes and punch him. It was also unimaginable that someone who had already suffered so much damage from lightning could punch himself through the chest and abdomen. With a single shot, he still possessed such ferocity and strength that he punched himself until he was unable to resist. After nailing himself to the stone monument, he still became ferocious and killed seven or eight people in succession. He came to rescue his Fuqi Dao disciple and killed him until no one dared to come forward to save him.

Fang Xing turned over his hands and took out a storage bag, but it was specially used to store healing elixirs. Fang Xing took out a handful of healing elixirs refined from blood lotus seeds, swallowed it in one breath, and let the elixirs dissolve. He provided the healing power of the wooden method, and then stood up. He glanced coldly into the distance and saw that in the eighth formation, there were still a few people fighting, rolling and rolling, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

"kill!"

Fang Xing turned around, tied an iron chain to the stone tablet, and tied it around his waist. Then he pulled out the black giant sword and the blood-drinking sword from Zhao Changhe. With a violent roar, he rushed out. Then Zhao Changhe Nailed on the stone tablet, as he rushed forward, he was pulled over like a kite, while Fang Xing waved his sword into a huge black and white lotus. After passing by, blood flowed into a river.

"Get away!"

The woman holding a heavy hammer who was fighting fiercely with Li Ying was evenly matched, but Fang Xing rushed towards him like a fierce man. The woman was frightened and hurriedly swung the heavy hammer, trying to hit Fang Xing, but was struck by a sword. They slashed at the sledgehammer in unison, and the powerful force shocked the woman's energy and blood to reverse course, her elixir light dimmed, and then she was attacked from behind by Li Ying, causing her body to fall.

"Oh, I really admire you. Apart from my sister, you are the most vicious in the world!"

Li Ying turned back to look at Fang Xing and sighed sincerely.

"It's really disappointing. You are the one who has the most reason to be fierce in this world..."

Fang Xing rolled his eyes at Li Ying and had no time to say more, so he shouted: "Come with me and break this formation!"

"okay!"

Li Ying became excited, laughed loudly, and followed Fang Xing with his ghostly aura.

boom!

Together, the two of them were more powerful, but the Fu Qi Tao true disciple who was fighting with Han Ying was so shocked that he was distracted. Facing Fang Xing and Li Ying who were charging towards him, he did not dare to fight again. He was afraid of being surrounded, but Han Ying was only distracted when he seized the opportunity. Suddenly, the spear wrapped in green energy spiraled towards him, piercing his body, and he fell with a roar.

Ordinary monks don't have Fang Xing's ability to penetrate the chest and abdomen but get better with each fight, nor are they so ruthless. Even though he is a golden elixir and has great vitality, this shot can't kill him, but it is still a serious injury. It won't be possible to fight anymore for a while.

"Walk!"

Han Ying did not pursue him and flew into the air, merging with Fang Xing and Li Ying.

Together, the three of them increased their momentum, spun around in the air, and rushed out again. They rushed towards an opponent who was fighting furiously with Youmi and beheaded them. At this time, the Dajinwu who was hiding somewhere just now and was lazing around was also Rushing out, screaming and joining Fang Xing and others, the juniors were like an invincible army. Their momentum was getting higher and higher, and they were invincible in this eighth formation.

"You don't need to come here, I can kill him myself!"

But when she was about to go over to help Wang Qiong, this arrogant woman refused loudly, waving her wind and fire wheels like crazy, and killed Xie Linyuan, who was already frightened. It seemed that she was determined to become famous today. Xie Linyuan, who was ranked among the Seventh Son of the Third Path, was used as a stepping stone. Fang Xing laughed loudly when he saw this, expressed his understanding, turned around and rushed in the other direction.

Wherever they passed, the Fuqi Dao disciples all surrendered, were killed, or escaped.

"Haha, I wanted to break the formation, but he took away the power!"

During the battle between the cultivators, Li Hongyi was leading a few Nanzhan juniors who were good at formations to push the principles of the formation and break it. However, when he looked up, he saw that Fang Xing and others were killing with great joy. All Fuqi Dao disciples would die if they did not surrender, but they also gave up the idea of ​​breaking the formation with a bitter smile. If this situation continued, there would be no need for her to break the formation again. All the people guarding the formation would surrender, and the formation would dissolve itself.

"Admit defeat..."

Under this situation, Xie Linyuan had no intention of fighting with this fierce and ruthless Nanzhan woman, and he knew that even if he won at this time, it would be of no avail. He suddenly chose to admit defeat directly, and at the same time he retreated and robbed three Ten feet.

"you!"

Wang Qiong was quite dissatisfied, but she didn't want to beat up the lost dog, so she reluctantly closed the two wheels.

The overall situation has been decided. The disciples of Fuqi Dao are not fools. The Son of God has been taken down by others. All the true disciples have been killed and injured. The other disciples will not ask for trouble. They suppress the grief and anger in their hearts. The mood was huddled in one place, and the junior Nanzhan also rushed to join Fang Xing and others. Just looking up, he found that the number of people was less than half, which can be said to be heavy casualties.

"What happened?"

At the bottom of Fengchan Mountain, both the juniors from Nanzhan and the cultivators from the Northern Territory were tense and concerned about the situation of breaking into the formation.

"Why do I feel a little bad..."

The master of Yinling Dao also looked deeply and murmured to himself.

Even the Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao lost the full confidence he had at the beginning, his brows furrowed into knots, and he said to himself: "It doesn't make sense, the gourds picked from the Immortal Realm were all given to Changhe, within the Golden Core, Who else will be his opponent?"