Chapter 1442: Battle of Qianlong City (Seventeen)

Xing Gusheng could naturally see Wu Fan's plan, and he knew that the other party was a physical cultivator, so he must not let him get close, otherwise he would be passive.

But he didn't feel nervous at the moment. Although Huangtu Nail was too late to rescue him, he was not the only one with this ability.

After carefully sensing it, he twisted his body and suddenly grabbed the void on the left. Suddenly, a big black hand struck the void in front of him with lightning speed.

At the same time, he quickly made a seal with both hands, and then raised it upwards. The next moment, a large black demonic cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, stretching across a hundred feet.

But it wasn't over yet. As he continued to inject true energy into the demon cloud, the demon cloud immediately changed. After a burst of twisting and deformation, it actually turned into a huge demonic figure hundreds of feet tall.

This demonic figure has three heads and six arms, and its whole body is covered with purple-black scales as big as millstones. It has blood-red eyes and a white horn.

As soon as the demonic figure took shape, it looked up to the sky and roared, then took long steps and followed the big black hand away.

At this moment, Xing Gusheng's face looked slightly pale, and it was obvious that even he could not bear to condense such a true magical appearance.

However, he ignored it and stared ahead with a sneer.

However, the next scene made him frown, and the smile on his face disappeared.

In the void ahead, Wu Fan was indeed forced out of his body, but at this time, he was a little strange. He was fearless in the face of the big hands and the Dharma, and did not take the initiative to attack. He just kept wandering nearby, trying to dodge. .

This strange behavior naturally aroused Xing Gusheng's vigilance. With an indiscriminate finger seal, the Dharma Minister rushed to Wu Fan in a few steps, and six arms suddenly hit him.

Facing this scene, Wu Fan had a calm expression on his face. He waved his wings and tried to hide to one side.

But at this moment, the big black hand suddenly came from the other side.

With such a pincer attack from both front and back, Wu Fan had no way to hide and had to choose to bear it head on.

But no one expected that Wu Fan stopped and stood there quietly with a strange smile on his face.

Without any surprise, the six arms of the Dharma Appearance, which were like giant pillars, and the big black hand hit him at the same time, smashing him into pieces.

"not good!"

But at this time, Xing Gusheng let out a low cry, his face showing panic for the first time, and he hurriedly looked around.

Because in his eyes, Wu Fan's broken corpse turned into spiritual energy and dissipated, and he had no idea what happened.

"Hehe, your Dharma skills are quite powerful, but you are a bit stupid!"

At the same time, a joking laughter suddenly came from above.

Xing Gusheng's face darkened when he heard this, and he quickly looked up and found that Wu Fan had lurked nearby at some point and was hitting him with a stick above his head.

"Hmph! Your clone technique is equally good. Even I was deceived. But, do you think you can kill me like this?"

Xing Gu was full of energy, but he didn't dare to show any signs of neglect. While speaking, he hurriedly slapped the storage bag with one hand, and six blood-flame long knives suddenly flew out and struck directly toward the top of his head.

Almost at the same time, there was a flash of yellow light in the distance, and the loess nail flew back.

And he himself took the opportunity to rush towards the Dharma Prime Minister.

"Bang bang bang..." A loud noise came. Although the loess nails and six long knives were thrown away, Wu Fan was also blocked.

With such a delay, Xing Gusheng instantly rushed into the body of Fa Xiang who was running towards him, and stood quietly in Fa Xiang's chest, as if the two were merged into one.

"It's actually a complete set of mid-level ancient spiritual weapons. I didn't expect you to have quite a few treasures."

Wu Fan took a closer look at the set of long knives, and his expression turned ugly. According to his observation, the power of this set of magic weapons should not be much worse than high-level ancient spiritual weapons.

It seems that every great monk is no longer a simple person. From the moment he took action until now, the strength and magic weapons displayed by the other party have forced him to treat them with caution.

But fortunately, he finally rushed to the other party's side. At this time, it was already impossible for the other party to get rid of him.

As a physical practitioner, he was best at close combat. He wanted to see how the opponent could resist his next move.

"You can be proud if I can use all my means!"

Xing Gusheng stared fiercely at Wu Fan not far away, with a solemn look on his face.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that a mid-term monk who usually looked down on him could push him to this extent. He thought that the battle would be resolved as soon as possible, but now it has become a tug-of-war, and he has even become a defensive party.

It's a joke if this kind of thing spreads.

"Hehe, where are you? I will only be proud if I kill you!"

Wu Fan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically, then his wings flapped behind his back, and he disappeared instantly. But the next moment, he suddenly appeared again above the head of the Dharma Prime Minister, and at the same time he raised his stick and struck downwards.

"Hmph! You're so arrogant. You, a little mid-term monk, want to kill me?"

Xing Gusheng reacted very quickly. After making a mockery, he took a step back with his right foot, and at the same time, he suddenly threw his right arm upward.

Almost at the same time, the huge dharma image also followed the move and made the same move. He took a step back and hit Wu Fan's body with three huge fists.

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan frowned slightly, but he did not move at all. Facing the three huge black figures coming towards him, he chose to be tough. However, at this time, the Sky-breaking Staff suddenly became thicker and longer. .

From a distance, Wu Fan looked like he was holding a thick log and smashing it, and the scene was extremely incongruous. Whether it was the Sky-breaking Stick or the three huge fists, they were much bigger than him.

But for some reason, when he swung the Sky-breaking Stick with great force, it had an extremely powerful momentum, as if the real source of this power came from his arm, giving people a feeling that without his power, the Sky-breaking Stick was just a decoration.

This visual effect was really weird.

The next moment, three loud noises of "bang bang bang" came, and Wu Fan was shocked and stepped back a few steps.

However, the three arms of the Dharma image also instantly turned into demonic energy and dissipated.

Wu Fan was delighted to see this, and was about to take the opportunity to smash the body of the Dharma image.

But at this time, Xing Gusheng smiled coldly, and the magic formula in his hand changed, and the demonic energy on the shoulders of the Dharma image surged wildly, and three new arms were condensed again in an instant.

At the same time, the three arms on the left side of the Dharma image took the lead and clenched their fists to smash Wu Fan.

So, the previous scene appeared again.

"Hehe, what, do you think you can defeat me just by getting close to me? Boy, you think too highly of yourself. Let me tell you, the great cultivator is not as simple as you think."

Xing Gusheng finally put his mind at ease after seeing this, and couldn't help but look at Wu Fan with a strange smile.