Chapter 218 Monster

Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed with a strange light, his face was full of excitement, and he grinned and said: "Not bad, not bad, you didn't let me down, the people of the family are really strong!"

Before he finished speaking, his body grew again.

Suddenly, he grew to three meters and five tall!

"You!"

Feng Xinglu's face changed drastically, he was shocked, and asked in surprise: "Is this, a second transformation?!"

He didn't care about anything, and immediately burst out the black tiger's divine power, the black tiger claw pushed the dragon-slaying sword horizontally, and the blade was turned against Fang Zhixing's neck.

But he didn't notice that Fang Zhixing's transformation into a demon was not over yet.

Gurgling~

The coccyx on Fang Zhixing's back was like a tear, blood gushed out crazily, and quickly condensed into a thick blood-colored tentacle.

The next moment, the blood-colored tentacle stretched out from between Fang Zhixing's legs and suddenly wrapped around Feng Xinglu's legs.

"Ah?!"

Feng Xinglu was shocked, his body fell backwards, and the world spun around.

In a flash, he was suspended in the air, four or five meters high, and then slammed to the ground.

Feng Xinglu's mind tightened, the wind whistled in his ears, and the back of his head hit the ground at a very fast speed.

Boom~

The earth shook, and smoke and dust rose.

A big pit appeared on the ground.

Feng Xinglu turned his head and found that he was fine.

At the critical moment, he twisted the black tiger arm and stretched it to the ground. The black tiger claw landed first and supported the back of his head, so he didn't get hit hard.

Then, there was a crackling sound in his body, and his two legs suddenly contracted, and he broke free from the blood-colored tentacles.

"Oh, you can shrink bones too?" Fang Zhixing couldn't help but be surprised.

Feng Xinglu rolled on the ground, and the moment he stood up, he swung the black tiger claw violently.

Five claw shadows swept across the blood-colored tentacles, leaving five bloody marks.

But the blood-colored tentacles still smashed down and hit Feng Xinglu on the head.

Feng Xinglu's whole body suddenly sank, his feet sank into the mud, and sank to the knees.

Before he could jump up, his body was once again wrapped and tightened by the blood-colored tentacles.

Fortunately, he pulled out his right arm in time, swung the black tiger claw, and stabbed it hard.

Puff~

A lot of blood spurted out.

The black tiger claw pierced deeply into the blood-colored tentacles.

Feng Xinglu couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He instantly judged that Fang Zhixing's blood-colored tentacles were just flesh and blood, with limited defensive strength, and could not stop his black tiger claws.

"Haha!"

Feng Xinglu's morale was boosted, and he burst out with fierce strength. The black tiger claw stirred and tore a large gap, and blood spurted out for a while.

In this situation, Xigou couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Feng Xinglu is indeed a member of the Nine Ox Realm of the clan. He is too powerful, far more powerful than Gu Jingzhang and others. The difference in strength is visible to the naked eye.

Fang Zhixing has been on the run until now, and finally met a tough guy.

Of course, this is also the first time Fang Zhixing has officially fought with the Nine Ox Realm of the clan.

How strong the Nine Ox Realm of the clan is, you don’t know until you fight, and you will be shocked when you fight.

However, Xigou knows that Fang Zhixing has another trick of sucking blood, but Fang Zhixing has not used it yet.

As for why he doesn’t use it...

Xigou knows Fang Zhixing too well.

At this moment, Fang Zhixing is testing the difference in strength between himself and the Nine Ox Realm of the clan.

From the two rounds of fighting, Fang Zhixing, who has perfected the first level of demon transformation, is the suppressed party.

Fang Zhixing is calm and composed. The blood-colored tentacles were severely damaged, and he will feel the real pain.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, without any expression on his face, as if the blood-colored tentacle had nothing to do with him.

"What the hell? Hahaha, you are worthy of being called a demon?"

Feng Xinglu laughed ferociously, and the black tiger claw took advantage of the situation to chase, intending to give the blood-colored tentacles a few more claws and tear it apart completely.

But to his surprise, the blood-colored tentacles were still able to move, and they were extremely fast, and they suddenly swept out and hit him.

Bang!

Feng Xinglu was thrown out, and after landing, his chest felt stuffy.

He raised his head and took a closer look, and his expression could not help but show a touch of astonishment.

The blood-colored tentacles were repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scars healed quickly.

Feng Xinglu took a breath, and then he realized the tricky part of the blood-colored tentacles.

This scene fell into the eyes of the three people of the Shen family, and their faces changed for a while, and they couldn't help but communicate.

"Hmm, interesting."

Shen Jinsong looked slightly solemn, and analyzed: "The essence of Fang Maofu's transformation is actually concentrated in blood. This is a difficult transformation, and it has a bit of magic."

Shen Yubai responded: "Dad, do you mean that Fang Maofu's transformation can heal infinitely and cannot be broken?"

Shen Jinsong shook his head and said: "There is nothing in the world that cannot be broken. I guess Fang Maofu's bloody tentacles are not so fast to heal, but rather slightly injured. After all, the tentacle is made of blood, and the power penetrates it, so the damage caused should be very small.

Shen Yuren nodded and said: "When the bloody tentacles were injured, Fang Maofu seemed to feel no pain. Judging from this, his transformation is actually not very mature, and the transformed things are actually cut off from the body."

Shen Yubai suddenly realized: "Hmm, similar to the tail of a gecko, it can be broken and discarded at any time. "

Shen Jinsong nodded and said disdainfully: "A form that can be discarded at any time can only display very limited power, and this completely goes against the purpose of transformation. Transformation is to enhance combat effectiveness. Fang Maofu created a useless tentacle, which is destined to be a failure. "

Shen Yubai agreed and nodded, "Every time Fang Maofu heals his wounds, he will consume a lot of energy. If he continues like this, he will definitely lose."

Shen Yuren said, "In fact, as long as Feng Xinglu gets close to Fang Zhixing's body, he can kill him immediately."

Shen Jinsong laughed and said, "Feng Xinglu seems to want to show off his strength and show his prowess. He chooses to attack from the front. This is a head-on fighting style."

While the three were talking, Fang Zhixing suddenly moved.

He rushed out and ran quickly, while the blood-colored tentacles flew and circled, sometimes hitting Feng Xinglu, and sometimes sweeping past.

Seeing this, Feng Xinglu followed suit, dodging and moving, and the black tiger claws swept away, releasing claw marks visible to the naked eye.

The blood-colored tentacles were extremely flexible and could dodge most of the claw shadows. Occasionally, they were swept, and only a blood mark appeared.

Bang!

Feng Xinglu was hit by the blood-colored tentacles again, and his body flew out diagonally, flipped in the air, and landed with a bang.

He immediately swept the black tiger claws, releasing a claw shadow.

As expected, Fang Zhixing drove the blood-colored tentacles to sweep over again.

Puff puff puff~

Scars suddenly appeared on the blood-colored tentacles.

But the blood-colored tentacles tightened, also grabbed Feng Xinglu, and wrapped him.

"Haha, what can you do to me?"

Feng Xinglu shrank his whole body, created a space, and swung the black tiger claws again and stabbed them fiercely.

The black tiger claws were extremely sharp and pierced deeply into the flesh and blood.

"Nothing more..."

Feng Xinglu slashed violently, tearing the blood-colored tentacles apart, making a big gap, almost tearing the blood-colored tentacles in half.

But the next moment, the gushing blood suddenly dispersed, and a big knife suddenly stabbed in.

Puff!

Feng Xinglu's face changed drastically. He looked down and saw that the Dragon Slaying Sword had sunk into his stomach, and blood was flowing out quickly.

Fang Zhixing held the sword with both hands, half squatting. He held the sword with his left hand and pressed his right hand on the end of the sword. He continued to exert force, and the blade kept pushing forward, piercing deeply into the flesh.

"You are indeed very strong. I can't defeat you with the bloody tentacles alone. It's a 50-50 chance at best, but I still have the Dragon Slaying Sword." Fang Zhixing said coldly.

"You, you..."

Feng Xinglu looked painful, and he secretly said badly in his heart.

Fang Zhixing had been using the bloody tentacles for long-range attacks before, which were fast and fierce, making him exhausted and unable to get close to his body.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhixing took the initiative and suddenly came to his side, seriously injuring him with a knife!

Feng Xinglu was very anxious, and his left hand held the back of the sword, and the black tiger claw was raised again.

But the bloody tentacles suddenly stretched out and wrapped around his right arm.

Fang Zhixing twisted the hilt violently, and the dragon-slaying sword stirred fiercely in Feng Xinglu's stomach, the wound expanded rapidly, and blood flowed out.

"Go to hell!"

Fang Zhixing retreated and pulled out the dragon-slaying sword, which immediately brought out more blood.

Almost at the same time, the front end of the blood-colored tentacle rushed to Feng Xinglu's stomach quickly.

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Xinglu was horrified and horrified.

The next second, he watched the blood-colored tentacles drill into his stomach.

"Ah ah ah ~"

The heart-wrenching pain came immediately!

Feng Xinglu was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, and his whole body was out of control.

The blood-colored tentacles rushed through his body, squeezing his internal organs, drilling into his stomach, and drilling out of his mouth along the esophagus.

Feng Xinglu's whole body twitched violently, bleeding from all seven orifices, and endless fear appeared on his face.

Soon he was motionless.

"Ah~"

The three members of the Shen family froze, their eyes wide open.

In their subconscious, Feng Xinglu, like them, belonged to the aristocratic family.

Therefore, Feng Xinglu would never lose to Fang Zhixing.

The question is, how will he win, and how long will it take to end the battle.

Never expected...

"Feng Xinglu messed up?"

Shen Yubai was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Shen Yuren didn't dare to believe it either, and said hesitantly: "The horse stumbles, the weapon in Fang Maofu's hand is level three, Feng Xinglu was careless!"

Shen Jinsong frowned slightly, and said: "No, even if Feng Xinglu was careless, Fang Maofu should not have the strength to kill the aristocratic Jiuniu realm!"

Shen Yubai was surprised and said: "Dad, what do you mean?"

Shen Jinsong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said: "Fang Maofu is a good one, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, this kid is a master, we all underestimated him!"

Shen Yubai and Shen Yuren couldn't help but look at each other.

As masters of the aristocratic families, their opponents have always been another aristocratic family.

Fang Maofu is just a lackey raised by the Luo family. It is not worth their efforts to deal with him seriously.

The reason why the three Shen family members were sent this time was of course not to deal with Fang Maofu, but to deal with the people who protected Fang Maofu.

They were sure that there was someone behind Fang Maofu, and Gu Jingzhang died at the hands of that person.

This arrogance that went deep into their bones made it difficult for them to face the situation in front of them for a while.

Shen Jinsong reminded them seriously: "Gu Jingzhang, the three deputy leaders of the Black Tiger Gate are all dead. It was an accident once, but it is impossible that every time is an accident."

After hearing this, Shen Yubai and Shen Yuren paused and looked at Fang Zhixing seriously.

Almost at the same time, Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, turned around slowly, looked at the three people of the Shen family coldly, and said coldly: "You should go together."

Shen Jinsong's expression became serious, he raised his long sword and stepped out, and ordered: "Don't hold back, go all out, you two hold the bloody tentacles, I will attack his body."

"Understood!"

Shen Yubai and Shen Yuren rushed out from the left and right.

Shen Jinsong rushed to Fang Zhixing with a fast pace, and said in a deep voice: "Fang Maofu, you have fought continuously, how much energy do you have left?"

Before he finished speaking, the old man took a long breath, his body trembled slightly, and there was a faint airflow on his skin.

Fang Zhixing frowned and immediately opened the blood-red pupil.

This look was incredible. He found that Shen Jinsong's whole body was surging with blood and qi. After a stream of blood and qi mixed into the air, it quickly gathered towards the long sword in his hand.

"Could this be?"

Fang Zhixing's mind moved, and the bloody tentacles coiled in front of him.

Shen Jinsong laughed and drew his sword out of the sheath.

Swish!

Suddenly, a sharp sword light spurted out, forming an arc of sword energy visible to the naked eye, slashing towards Fang Zhixing.

Puff, puff~

The blood-colored tentacle was instantly cut into two pieces.

"Sword energy?!"

Fang Zhixing thought to himself, as expected.

The Shen family's "Water-breaking Sword Technique" is well-deserved of its reputation. Its secret to transforming monsters is to release the breath in the body and condense it into sword energy.

"Amazing!"

Fang Zhixing's mouth curled up slightly, and the blood-colored tentacle was placed on the ground.

Gurgling~