Chapter 602: kill martial arts
Chapter 602 Killing Martial Buddha Heart
At this moment, Tan Yun, who was in the lore sword formation of the illusory sword in the cave, saw a change in the scene in front of him and found that he was in an open space with a radius of ten miles.
At this time, in the gray sky, Martial Buddha's heart stood on the flying sword. Three hundred and sixty high-grade treasures flying swords flickered and circled around him from time to time, and the speed was extremely fast!
"Hey hey hey!" Wu Fu looked down at Tan Yun in a complacent manner, "You **** bastard, you dared to speak rudely to my master just now. Now I'm going to smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces!"
Tan Yun looked at Wu Buddha's heart as if he was looking at a shabby pen, and said quietly: "If I didn't guess wrong, if there is no sword formation, you probably don't have the strength to leapfrog challenge, right?"
"So what?" Wu Buddha said with a sinister smile: "But I have a sword formation, you arrogant thing, if you don't give me a chance to set up a sword formation, of course I will not fight against you."
"Hahahaha, but now it's different, my sword formation has been deployed, killing you like a dog!"
Tan Yun looked scared, "Hehe, I'm scared to death. Stop talking nonsense, my life is here, you can come and take it!"
Wu Fuxin put away his smile, his eyes were cold, "I don't know what to do, prepare me to die!"
As he said that, the three hundred and sixty flying swords that revolved around him disappeared in a moment of Wufo's heart.
"Shhhhhh..."
In the next moment, the three hundred and sixty flying swords seemed to have pierced through the void, with dark space cracks appearing in all directions behind Tan Yun, and three hundred and sixty bright sword beams erupted, stabbing at Tan Yun. And go!
Looking at it from a distance, it is like a huge scorching sun shrinking rapidly.
With the blessing of the sword formation, the power of the three hundred and sixty sword beams that shot towards Tan Yun skyrocketed thirty-six times!
Facing the unavoidable attack, Tan Yun sneered and waved his right arm. A top-quality spiritual stone in the Qiankun Ring turned into a stream of light and shot towards the open space ten meters away on the left, as if leaving no trace. The drilled into the ground generally disappears.
The next moment, a foot-high formation foundation appeared on the ground that engulfed the spirit stone. At the same time, the gray sky disappeared, and the scene changed, Tan Yun reappeared on the No. 2 Holy Soul High Platform.
Appear in the public eye!
hum-"
In the shock of the void, the sword glow from the three hundred and sixty flying swords that were killed towards Tan Yun suddenly disappeared, and the thirty-six times the power of each flying sword was gone. Only the flying sword itself flew towards Tan Yun. Stab come!
Looking down at this scene, the Martial Buddha's heart, who stepped on the flying sword, roared in disbelief: "How can this happen! I am a high-level Zun Formation Master, and the sword formation arranged is a high-grade Zun Formation, how could you break it? !"
"Bang bang bang..."
With a sneer on his face, Tan Yun performed the Hongmeng Divine Step. His chest slammed into the six flying swords that were stabbing in the face and rose into the sky!
Wu Fuxin Yujian fled outside the high platform of No. 2 Holy Soul of the Dynasty. However, when he just flew out of a hundred meters, a palm stuck out from behind him and pinched the back of his neck!
Immediately afterwards, Tan Yun turned out, swooped down with the heart of Wu Buddha, and said indifferently: "Wu, don't you want to beat me to death? Well, I also let you taste the feeling of being beaten to death! "
"No... Master, save me!" In the hoarse scream of Wu Buddha's heart, Tan Yun swooped down with Wu Buddha's heart, waved his right arm to raise Wu Buddha's heart, and slammed into the high platform of the Holy Spirit!
"Tan Yun has something to say, please spare my disciples!" Taoist Qiankun on the pavilion, before being shocked why Tan Yun could break the sword formation of Wufo's heart, he begged in horror.
"boom!"
"Crack!"
Tan Yun turned a deaf ear, the dull gouge sound was mixed with the clear sound of bone cracks, Wu Buddha Xin's legs burst when they hit the table, the stump flew away from the body, and blood splattered everywhere!
And Tan Yun still pinched the back of Wu Buddha's heart and stopped on the stage!
"Ah...my leg...my leg!" Wufo's heart-wrenching scream came to an abrupt end, "Crack!" Tan Yun's right five fingers suddenly exerted force, pinching his neck!
"Boom!" With a loud sound, Wu Fuxin's head fell on the high platform, and his eyes were full of fear and despair!
He didn't understand until his death that the sword formation he had set up was a high-grade honor formation, but why was it easily destroyed by Tan Yun!
"boom!"
Tan Yun waved his right hand, and the headless corpse fell ten feet away.
"Buddha's heart... my disciple!" The Taoist Qiankun on the pavilion was grief-stricken.
He could not accept the fact that his beloved disciple had died.
At the same time as he was filled with grief and anger, his heart froze. Could it be that Tan Yun is also a high-level honored formation master, or a holy-ranked honored formation master?
Otherwise, how could Tan Yun break the top-ranking formation of his disciples!
At this moment, not only Taoist Qiankun thinks this way, but everyone except Tantai Xuanzhong, Shen Subing, Mu Mengji, Huangfuyu, Zhongwu Shiyao, and Xue Ziyan!
The major chiefs and elders couldn't help but get up, and their hearts turned violent!
In the crowd of two million disciples, a torrent of voices erupted:
"Senior brother is too powerful! In such a short period of time, the top-ranking formation of Martial Buddha's Heart has been broken. It is estimated that our Senior Brother's formation skills are even higher than that of Martial Buddha's Heart!"
"Yeah! It's so exciting! Our senior brother is really omnipotent!"
"God! Tan Yun, who is in the line of meritorious deeds, is this too defiant? He is already a Saint-rank alchemist, could it be that he is still a Saint-rank alchemist?"
"Yes, yes... It's possible! I thought Tan Yun would be brutally killed by Wu Buddha Xin in the sword formation, but Wu Buddha Xin was crushed to death by Tan Yun!"
"…"
With the voices of the disciples echoing in his ears, Tantai Xuanzhong looked at the Holy Soul Taoist who was still in shock and ordered, "Let's start."
"It's the suzerain." After the Holy Soul Taoist took a deep breath, he looked down at the nine disciples of the formation on the No. 3 Holy Soul High Platform and said, "Are you still fighting?"
Hearing this, the nine disciples looked at the corpse of Wu Fuxin on the second holy soul platform, shaking their heads like a rattle.
In their hearts, Senior Brother Wu was a dignified high-ranking formation master, and he was killed by Tan Yun when he had already set up a high-quality formation. How could they still have the courage to fight against Tan Yun?
Nine people are full of fear at the moment!
Under the deep fear, they swept off the high platform with trembling legs.
The Taoist Holy Soul looked down at Tan Yun and couldn't help but ask, "Tan Yun, are you a high-ranking master formation master, or a holy-ranking master formation master?"
However, Tan Yun's answer blew the Holy Soul Daoist's lungs with rage!
Tan Yun teased: "Why should I tell you?"
Holy Soul Taoist blushed, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said sternly: "Next, it's the last competition!"
"Whoosh whoosh..."
As the afterimages flickered, ten disciples of the Holy Soul lineage headed by Zhao Guanyun swept up the No. 3 Holy Soul Platform!
The Taoist Holy Soul looked down at the ten Zhao Guanyun, and said loudly: "In the last competition, my Holy Soul line won the first place, and even took the top three in the Immortal Ranking. This time, I have ordered you to win the championship, and keep the Immortal Ranking in my Holy Spirit. Soul line!"
"Let everyone know that my holy soul line is the most powerful line, and no line can shake my holy soul line!"
