Chapter 289: Fighting
For a while, countless warriors were furious, their expressions were very excited, and their eyes were cold.
If the gaze could kill, that purple-clothed martial artist would have been divided by countless sharp eyes like a knife, but unfortunately, these martial artists had not yet cultivated to that level.
With the experience of that martial artist, the rest of the young people will weigh themselves first if they want to make a move, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the martial artist of the fifth stage and five stages, no matter how seriously injured, is no longer a martial artist of the same level as them.
To be precise, these people have broken away from the life level of a martial artist and pursued a second breakthrough in life form, and they should be called monks.
Fang Yang couldn't help but shake his head, feeling sorry for the young man who made a rash move, although it was only a light palm, Fang Yang clearly saw that the purple-clothed martial artist's actual body Force invaded this young man's body domineeringly, and the damage suffered by this young man was far more than it seemed on the surface.
"What a domineering method!"
Fang Yang's heart sank, his eyes were bright, he could clearly and subtly see the blue aura that was like swimming silk scurrying in the young man's body, with a trace of fierce aura, like a slender and sharp broken blade, raging in the veins of the young man's body, destroying all kinds of tissues.
This azure aura is a more advanced energy than the Force, with this young man's strength of less than five stages and five folds, there is no means, if you want to expel it, I am afraid that you will have to suffer a lot, and when the time comes, I am afraid that the internal organs in the body have already been damaged by a thousand holes.
Although Fang Yang can also do this method, it also requires extremely clever original techniques, thinking that when he was on top of the Blue Pavilion, he used his majestic aura with the power of the vast stars to invade Zhou Xingyu's broken muscles and bones, making his physical body difficult to heal, and his injuries could not be repaired.
The two forces rioted in his body, crackling like fried beans, the taste was indescribable, and a proud person like Zhou Xingyu softened, which showed his pain.
Even so, this is also with Fang Yang's special physique, which can manipulate two forces at the same time, so that he can invade Zhou Xingyu's muscles and bones, but if he is allowed to use any kind of power alone to invade a martial artist's body and wreak havoc on its meridian tissue, it will still be difficult for Fang Yang to do it.
The first is that there is no absolute crushing advantage in the level of power, and the second is that the understanding of the organization of life is not thorough enough, and the control of power has not yet reached the level of mustard, so naturally it is not possible to control this force in general.
Seeing the truth in the subtleties, although Fang Yang had only seen this purple-clothed martial artist make a move once so far, it also made him know a lot, and he had a clearer understanding of his path away from the mortal body.
In vain, the purple-clothed warrior's figure stopped abruptly, and suddenly stopped in the air, as if a sudden brake had suddenly stopped, and the wind that it carried suddenly blew through, blowing a canopy.
The purple-clothed warrior turned around suddenly, looked at Fang Yang and the others who had been behind him with a cold look in his eyes, and said coldly: "You've been with me for so long, since that's the case, then do me another favor......
Before he finished speaking, the purple-clothed martial artist suddenly flashed, and instantly killed Fang Yang's side, and was about to attack him.
This sudden movement frightened Zhao Laosan, he didn't expect this purple-clothed warrior to be so unreasonable, saying that killing people is killing people, it is no different from killing chickens, he is now with Fang Yang, if Fang Yang doesn't dodge, even he will suffer.
"Look for death!"
Fang Yang's eyes were cold, and he was quite angry.
He didn't expect that this purple-clothed martial artist would do it when he said it, and he didn't have any burden in his heart, and this time he actually dared to find his head. may be in his eyes, human life is like mustard, and the lives of Fang Yang and others are insignificant at all.
The reason why Fang Yang has been behind the purple-clothed martial artist is just that he is forced to be helpless, with him, this purple-clothed martial artist can still share some pressure, if they run away, this Tianwu's body is so big that it spans the sky, as long as he doesn't run out of Tianwu's attack range in a short period of time, it will definitely be ten deaths if he is alone.
It's just that this purple-clothed warrior is ruthless, and his methods are even more cruel, and he must eliminate any existence that threatens him, even if it is a potential threat.
Fang Yang had been behind him for a long time, like a shadow, with his strength, it was actually difficult to shake him off, which was a huge potential threat to the purple-clothed martial artist.
"I'm not old, but my tone is not small!"
Seeing that Fang Yang had no intention of dodging, the purple-clothed martial artist still wanted to fight back, and for a while, he snorted coldly.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the two hundred and fifteen Celestial Essence in Fang Yang's body was fully opened, and the genetic potential of the hundreds of limbs and bones completely exploded, and the momentum was like a hidden dragon soaring into the abyss, majestic and vast.
Fang Yang's move was extremely fast, his feet volleyed in the air with a smart and treacherous pace, and in a trance, the clouds dispersed, and he instantly dodged the attack range of the purple-clothed martial artist.
Although Fang Yang's physical body was ridiculously strong, after all, he had not yet broken away from the mortal body, he belonged to the first life form, and no matter how strong he was, he could not compete with the physical body of the second life form, so Fang Yang tried his best to avoid hand-to-hand combat with the purple-clothed martial artist.
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the purple-clothed warrior, the young man in front of him was really not an ordinary person, this body method even looked quite difficult for him, it was difficult to capture his movements, no wonder he could always be behind him.
However, this alone was not enough, the corners of the purple-clothed warrior's mouth were raised, revealing a cruel smile, and his finger was like a knife, slashing towards Fang Yang.
"Whew......"
Thousands of azure aura, like silk, gathered into a handful of divine arrows, overwhelmingly slashing towards the direction.
Fang Yang's hands were surrounded by countless dazzling starlight, as if he was holding a micro-dust star moon in his hand, which was extremely dazzling, and there was an indescribable Dao essence.
With a gentle hand, countless divine arrows were dissolved like flowing water, and the blue aura overflowed everywhere.
"Not good!"
Before Fang Yang could be happy, his heart suddenly became excited, and his hair stood on end.
The shadows around covered the sky and the sun, and the Holy Beast Tianwu slapped it with one claw, like a thunderclap on the ground, and the void was turbulent, and the spatial laws in this Mangshan Mountain were shattered, and Fang Yang's ears were in pain, and his expression was solemn.
Fang Yang took a deep breath, his whole body was shocked, the various tissues in his body were running wildly, and the divine energy accumulated in his body gushed out, and one after another streamers were blazing, and with a whoosh, the rainbow pierced for thousands of miles.
"Boom ......"
Almost at the last moment of the brilliance under the swaying of that divine light, the sky above the sky, as if it had been squeezed flat, suddenly exploded, the sky was instantly dark, countless darkness invaded, the ghosts in the void cried and howled, and the blue sky was directly shattered!
"Hmm......"
Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, almost, just a little, he was slapped into powder by Tianwu's claws, even the tenacious heaven and earth of the Ancient Mang Mountain could be broken, this power was simply terrifying.
Zhao Laosan's face had turned pale, and his expression couldn't help but be a little trance-like, just at that moment, he once again brushed shoulders with death.
He didn't know why, he had to move forward with Fang Yang this time, maybe he wasn't frightened enough.
Zhao Laosan secretly swore in his heart that if he walked with Fang Yang next time, he would be a pig's head, and even ten lives would not be enough for Fang Yang.