Bang!

The thick thunder struck, and Fang Yanshan held the gun in one hand and spit out a three-foot-long silver-white spear. He freed his other hand www.biquge.info touched the Qiankun bag, and several sacrificial rune seals began to burn violently.

Wow!

The sacrificial texts of the water system and the fire system were intertwined into a long dragon of water and fire, which let out a roar and pounced on it.

The five fingers of the little fat man were slightly bent and formed into a grasping shape, a green dragon was entangled, and pieces of sacrificial texts exploded.

"Blue Dragon Sacrifice Text!" Everyone was shocked, this is one of the most powerful sacrificial texts on the "Sacrificial Documents", the power is extraordinary, and there is no more than ten years of sacrificial attainments, and it cannot be learned.

The green dragon burned, letting out a violent roar, and the vibration was huge and square and trembling and trembling.

Click!

A spear, as fast as a thunderbolt, swept through the void with a dazzling silver ray, and the majestic heaven and earth essence qi frantically gathered in the sea of qi of Fang Yan Mountain, making its combat power endless.

The sacrificial text played by Xiaopang is performed through his own qi and blood, blood is an important thing to maintain the body's physical fitness, and a little loss is not a big problem, but if it is consumed excessively, there will be a big danger.

Therefore, Fang Yanshan was not in a hurry, and circled around Xiaopang, intending to exhaust his qi and blood, and then let himself fish and meat.

Although Chubby is sometimes stupid and stupid, he is not stupid and has not yet degenerated into a "pig" brain.

He blinked his eyes a few times, and crossed his fingers, a fire system sacrificial culture made a fire ring, rapidly expanded, surrounding the boundary of more than ten zhang in radius, a long sea of fire, about five zhang high, the blazing high temperature made sweat soak Fang Yanshan's clothes.

Xiao Pang's face was a little pale, without a trace of blood, the sacrificial text was not something that the little cultivators of the Blood Quenching Realm could touch, if you wanted to perform the sacrificial text as you liked, at least you had to have the cultivation of the Yi Jin Realm.

Only those who accept the essence of the four seas of heaven and earth for their own use, and who are endless, can pursue a more profound and mysterious existence.

When Fang Yanshan saw this, he was not surprised or afraid, but the thick eyebrows were tightly locked, the high nose bridge, thin lips, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a burly posture, like the god of war in the dust, giving people a kind of daunting majesty.

This is undoubtedly a perfect man, standing with a gun, surrounded by a sea of hot fire, but he is not afraid and sassy.

"Hmph." Fang Yanshan snorted coldly in a low voice, and his spear stepped forward, like a dragon and tiger sweeping the army, and the whirring wind twitched the void, making a wall of fire suddenly shorter!

Chubby took out his bone stick, slashed it sideways, and smashed it on the spear with a muffled thud.

Fang Yanshan's mouth was numb, and the spear in his hand almost came out of his hand, although he was not born with divine power, but after more than ten years of physical penance, he also had the strength of two thousand catties, but he didn't even shoot the little fat backwards!

Once, in the village, Xiao Fat could lift the weight of three tripods, over 1,500 catties of tripods, and now, even breaking the double level, although he has not measured the current strength, but how can he also have more than 2,000 catties of divine power.

The little fat held the bone stick, the forest was extremely white, and it danced, and there was a faint low lion roar.

Boom!

The blood mist was boiling, the qi and blood were as vigorous as a dragon, and Xiaopang waved his bone stick and smashed it down, and the mountain could be cracked by him.

"Dragon Sweeper!" Fang Yanshan shouted, holding the gun in both hands, and turned in place, the vague qi dragon was transformed, and the terrifying strong wind blew the four walls of fire swaying, and it was a lot lower.

The qi dragon roared and quickly pounced towards Xiao Pang, this is a spear technique recorded in a certain ancient book, with profound meanings, from the hands of a hundred and twenty-year-old martial arts master.

Mortals practice martial arts, and cultivators realize the truth, but after all, they are the same road, and there are places to communicate.

The children of real big families and great sects, in their childhood, not only have to understand the truth, but also practice martial arts. Temper your physique, hone your reflexes and speed, and increase your strength.

A great cultivator is not only an immortal with mana to the sky, but also a grandmaster who is proficient in martial arts, and even more, he enters the Tao with martial arts, and his melee combat ability is beyond others, and his power is unimaginable. Once they are close to this kind of person, the major cultivators will be torn apart!

Xiaopang has not gone through a very systematic martial arts practice, but he has been with wild beasts and demons all the year round, eating its flesh, wearing its skin, and gnawing its bones for three meals a day, attacking without any fancy, in the simplest way, hunting prey, and quickly fleeing and disappearing without a trace when the blood has not traveled far.

Sou!

Walking close to the ground, Xiaopang was like a raccoon cat, and at lightning speed, he bullied himself into Fang Yanshan's crotch.

Bang!

With an upward hook, Fang Yanshan clamped his legs, and at a speed like the wind, his pants were crisply cracked, rubbing and breaking the skin at the inside of his thighs, oozing blood.

Fang Yanshan's eyes widened in anger, and his big hand slapped downward, and the ten blood rings were extremely thick, exuding a crystal luster.

Rumble!

The giant palm left a large pit on the ground, and Chubby moved to the side, avoiding the blow.

Fang Yanshan's spine was a little chilly, and cold sweat was swishing on his back, if this blow was succeeded by Xiao Fat, the consequences would make him shudder just thinking about it.

"This fat man ......" The corners of some people's mouths twitched a few times, and those who fought against him had to put some of their lower parts, otherwise they would be broken by a punch from Xiaopang, so it was better to wipe their necks and die.

"Damn it!" Fang Yanshan roared angrily, and several qi dragons roared out from the tip of the spear, and the thick mana filled his whole body, and a muffled sound came out of his body.

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Phoenix Dragon Groan! One of the most powerful marksmanship in that ancient gun chapter.

The wind howled, blowing down a wall of fire, the towering ancient trees cracked, and the bluestone could not withstand the invasion of the hurricane, and was blown alive and exploded.

On the palms of the little fat, two sacrificial texts were condensed, the orange-yellow light was overflowing, the thick soil was transformed, piled up on both sides of him, the hurricane swept in, the soil chips continued to fall, and after a while, the double soil collapsed, and the wind would also stop.

Burst!

The spear was like thunder, like a match, and it came with a pick, and it passed through one of Xiao Chubby's arms at once, and blood gushed out.

Xiao Pang endured the pain, clamped the gun with the bone of his arm, and knocked it with a bone stick, smashing half of Fang Yanshan's arm, completely shattering.

Ah———

Fang Yanshan roared angrily, not because of the pain of a broken bone in his hand, but because of a Yijin Realm cultivator in his own hall, who was actually injured by a four-year-old child.

Fang Yanshan prides himself on being the pride of the sky, the first person in the academy, such a title is indeed worthy of his name, others praise more than hypocrisy, Jiupin roots, looking at Xiliang is one of the few people.

The chubby eyes are as calm as when a wild beast hunts, even if it is a wounded wolf, a lion on the verge of death, and a tiger, in the face of his enemies and prey, he is still unyielding, roaring, grinding his claws, and constantly attacking the enemy and the prey.

And pointed like a knife, the sharp aura swirled around Fang Yanshan's heart, and suddenly, an extremely terrifying sense of danger filled his mind.

Click!

Fang Yanshan's body was like a machine, and his bones drove his body unreasonably, moved slightly, avoided the little fat finger, and sandwiched it under the armpit close to his heart.

Phew!

One leg turned into an afterimage, and it swept swiftly through the void, like a steel whip, and whipped towards the little fat head.

As soon as the bones on the little fat arm loosened, he broke free from the barrel of the gun, and a hand reached out, and seven blood rings were clustered, directly buckling Fang Yanshan's leg.

Boom!

Without waiting for Xiaopang to crush his leg, Fang Yanshan's kicked leg was like the waves of the sea, floating up and down endlessly, and the faint sound of big waves hitting the embankment resounded, breaking free of Xiaopang's hand and stabbing it with a shot.

Fang Yanshan's martial arts skills had to be amazing, and his body was as soft as a boneless, like a ruthless poisonous snake.

Xiaopang's expression was solemn, if he hadn't learned the entire "Sacrificial Document" and reached the sacrificial text Xiaocheng, he would not be Fang Yanshan's opponent.

For the cultivators of the Blood Quenching Realm, it is really the difference between heaven and earth for the characters of the Yijin Realm.

Even now, Xiaopang is still passive in the face of Fang Yanshan, and the longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it will be to himself, and the more beneficial it will be to Fang Yanshan.

The sacrificial text is profound, unpredictable, difficult and difficult to understand, the ancients said: The energy of the sacrificial text is eternal, if you want to obtain the true meaning of immortality, you need to understand the truth, and those who get the truth can live forever.

And the sacrificial text is a key to unlock the truth, and it is the precious wealth left by the ancient ancestors to future generations.

Wow!

A fire ritual appeared, suddenly, the moist rain filled the void, since ancient times water and fire are incompatible, it is an immutable theorem, the moment the water and fire sacrifice are fused, a devastating aura will overflow the sky.

The rudiments of a round of water and fire were condensed, the little fat face was pale, his eyes were calm, and his expression did not change much.

With a bang, the round of water and fire was pressed, and the violent air flow almost tore through the void, and the four walls of fire collapsed and were extinguished in an instant.

Fang Yanshan's eyes widened, the majestic heaven and earth essence around him frantically converged, and a pale yellow qi dragon coiled around his body, the gurgling blood mist was crystal clear, and in an instant, the mana of a cultivator was exerted to the extreme.

Xuanlong Change!

The breath of the earth came to the face, and the pieces of sacrificial texts exploded, breaking on the prototype of the round of water and fire, which was a very powerful sacrificial text, which was created by the ancient gods and demons, and once magnificently glorious.

Rumble!!!!

An explosion swept through the nine days, and I don't know how many people and demons were stunned.

The twenty-foot radius of land was swept away, trees fell, boulders cracked, and flowers and plants were broken.

"Ah......" A burly figure rushed out of the ruins, his head full of black hair like a waterfall, flying wantonly with the wind, roaring in the sky, bleeding from the corners of his eyes, and his eardrums were cracked a little, like madness, striding away, no one could catch up.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" The little fat man was lying on his back on a piece of muddy soil, his little face was dirty, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Why did Fang Yanshan leave in a madness? Could it be that he was defeated at the hands of this little fat man? Someone was shocked and muttered to himself.

"Impossible, Fang Yanshan is a natural asset, he has always practiced hard, the difference between the two is more than ten years, if he can defeat Fang Yanshan in this way, the Tianjiao of the Nine Grades is too worthless." The other shook his head.

Ye Tianlong panted and ran over from afar, sat beside Xiao Fat, patted him on the head, and said, "Where is Fang Yanshan, where is he?" ”

Xiao Fat looked at him and wondered, "Xiao Ye, are you healed, how did you get here?" ”

Ye Tianlong looked at him with extremely resentful eyes, and said, "It's not that your beautiful sister doesn't worry about you, so she hurriedly urged me to come and help." ”

Xiaopang looked at Ye Tianlong, who was in the dust, his heart warmed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I don't need your help, that stupid big man has been beaten away by me." ”

"Ran away by you?" Ye Tianlong looked Xiaopang up and down, and said with disdain in his eyes: "It's almost as good that he beat you away." ”

Xiaopang frowned, wiped a dirty little face, and said seriously: "I didn't lie, he left by himself, I wanted to slap his underbeaten face, but it turned out to be in the wrong position, and he smashed his buttocks, like a peach blossom, and then he roared loudly, accompanied by smoke and dust, and disappeared like a rabbit......"

Ye Tianlong was dumbfounded and opened his mouth, he could imagine that for Fang Yanshan, who was arrogant and boasted that no one in the world could beat him, he was slapped into a peach blossom shape by a four-year-old yellow-mouthed child, like a naughty child, which was more than the humiliation of his crotch.

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