At this moment, Singh instinctively felt the danger, which was an induction generated in the dark. His expression changed, and he forcibly terminated the move in his hand, the wind and thunder roared under his feet, and the way of time and space flashed behind him, and with the speed of breaking the time limit, he quickly moved away from his original position and dodged the dangerous attack.

Thundered......

The spatial dimensions are compressed layer by layer, forming thin pieces of paper, if it weren't for Singh's quick escape, I'm afraid that he would have been tricked now, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Singh palpitated, gritted his teeth, glanced around, looking for Fan Lang's location, and the scimitar in his hand was even more poised to strike, containing surging divine power and various law diagrams.

"Are you looking for me?"

Fan Lang's voice rumbled from all directions, deafening and terrifying.

Singh was taken aback, and looked around for Fan Lang, only to see five towering pillars looming, located in five directions.

Pillars?

Wrong!

Singh suddenly realized that this was not a pillar at all, but five fingers.

"Could it be that I was held in the palm of my hand by Fan Lang?"

Singh held a knife to protect his body, looked up, and saw a thrilling scene, confirming his guess.

In the immeasurable void, Fan Langpan, who was magnified I don't know how many times, sat down, with miniature stars suspended beside him, he stretched out his arm and opened his palm, and Singh was within the range of his palm. At this time, the visual impact and inner shock caused by Fan Lang are no less than the Buddha who is in charge of the Western Heavens!

Compared with Fan Lang, the current Singh is as small as a speck of dust, which seems insignificant, and it is not at the same level at all.

"No, no, no! he can't be so huge, there must be some kind of spatial effect at work, and it may even be an illusion, and he can't be bluffed!"

Singh let out a loud cry in his heart, using this voice to wake himself up and dispel that psychological negativity.

It doesn't matter if you don't shout, after this voice, Fan Lang's volume has become even more huge, and the entire divine body is infinitely rising.

"Singh, if you don't die now, when will you stay?"

Fan Lang's voice roared, and the five pillar-like fingers around him quickly converged, and the entire palm formed an infinite sense of oppression, setting off a violent wind, and the space collapsed, and a black hole appeared in the center, the palm of the hand was shrinking, but the black hole was amplifying.

"Bluffing, flashy, don't think this can scare me!" Singh roared, brandished the scimitar in his hand, and flew into the air one by one, killing a way, and flew straight to Fan Lang's face.

Fan Lang's face is as big as a galaxy, and one mouth can devour the stars.

His face sank like water, and he looked down at Singh, his eyes lit up with two flames of different colors, one red and one blue, which were the fire of pure yang and the fire of pure yin.

Whew!

Two pillars of fire shot out from Fan Lang's eyes, turning into red and blue fire dragons, flying towards Singh in a hideous attitude.

In the face of the attack of the fire dragon, Singh took out a treasure, which was a dark gold metal shield, the overall appearance was oval, the surface was smooth as a mirror, and there was no embellishment.

This shield is called the "Reflection Shield", and as the name suggests, it has a reflection effect, especially those that can reflect energy attacks and simple power attacks, and those mind attacks, or special types of attacks, are difficult to reflect.

Singh shook his palm, the reflective shield in his hand instantly enlarged, he held the shield in his hand, and took the initiative to meet the red and blue dragons, and the shield bombarded the heads of the dragons.

The reflection shield exerts its effect, using the power to fight and use the reflected energy to defeat the double dragon at the same time.

The Pure Yang Fire and the Pure Yin Fire both exploded, like two oversized fireworks in the void.

Singh held his shield to break through the aftermath of energy, roaring towards Fan Lang's huge face, the scimitar in his hand slashing out with all his might, and showing his housekeeping skills.

Brahma knife technique!

This is born out of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom Buddhism knife method, in which the Sanskrit character, represents a realm, imperceptible, immeasurable, unique Brahman!

I am Brahman, Brahman is me, except for me, all are false, cut out with a knife, alternating between virtual and real.

Singh's knife seems to have slashed at the junction between the virtual and the real, and the two sides of the knife qi present a completely different scene, those illusory powers, turned into entities, injected into the knife qi, the power of the entity, immersed in the illusory, hidden edge.

Between the virtual and the real, there is a mystery.

Accompanied by this knife, there was a wonderful singing of Sanskrit, and the words were deafening.

Singh wanted to use this knife to turn the tide, break all the restraints, and kill Fan Lang, who had been magnified countless times.

One person made a knife, one person shook hands, and the two sides launched a peak duel, showing the ultimate in martial arts.

Fan Lang's giant hand covered the sky and held Singh with a knife, and Singh's knife qi slashed on Fan Lang's face, and both sides paid the corresponding price, and no one was able to do it unscathed.

Rumble!!!

Rumble!!!

Rumble!!!

Loud noises rang out again and again.

Fan Lang's face door was hit by the sword qi, like a collapsing Buddha statue, the face door appeared seriously cracked, and the wound gushed with divine blood and energy.

As for Singh, who was trapped in the palm of his hand, he was also uncomfortable, he was in the hands of the giant, and there was an infinite oppressive force around him, which made his bones click.

There's a saying about playing between applause.

There is also a saying that wings can't escape the palm of my hand.

Both of these sentences are very suitable for Singh today.

Since his miraculous achievements, he has never encountered such a situation, and it is a great shame to be held in the palm of his hand.

"I don't believe in evil! Do you think you're a Buddha?"

Singh was furious and used the means of pressing the bottom of the box, determined to break through the shackles of this giant hand that covered the sky.

He took out two cards at the same time and used them one by one, and the flashes of the cards exerted a powerful effect.

A card is called a storage card, which can usually inject its own divine energy into it, and other energy can also be injected, and then when needed, it can be released to temporarily enhance its own strength.

The second card is called a copy card, which can copy the effect of the previous card, but there are certain restrictions, it can only copy the effect of the card of the same level and below, and many effects cannot be copied, such as the effect related to ** creatures, it is impossible to copy a living thing.

When two cards work together, it's not just as simple as one plus one.

The first card made Singh's divine power skyrocket, and the second card superimposed on the effect, creating more divine power.

At this time, Singh entered a state of overload and full load, and every breath and breath would spew out majestic divine power.

"I don't believe it, I can't break your palm with my strength!"

Singh once again performed the Brahman-I sword technique, entered the mysterious realm of the unity of Brahman-self, and stabbed at the top of his head, pouring out those overloaded divine powers.

The same knife technique, the same move, but there has been a earth-shaking change in power.