Chapter 1512 - What a routine

From the beginning, the Purple Electric Arhat never said that it was a fair matchup.

Now that he has activated even the Star Boat Shattering Star Cannon, he wants to use the power of the Star Shattering Cannon to deal with Fan Lang. With the power of these Star Shattering Cannons, they are enough to threaten the life of the superior god, of course, provided that they can be hit.

Fan Lang's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at the Xingzhou around him, and said lightly: "Originally, I wanted to go one-on-one with you, but since you even use Xingzhou, then I'm not welcome." Compete with me for these things outside of your body, and you'll regret it. ”

As he spoke, Fan Lang flipped his hand and transformed into a glowing cube, which was the Void Realm.

The Void Realm quickly enlarged, and its volume was magnified by tens of millions of times, surpassing those huge star ships at once.

Fan Lang dodged into it, and the purple electric Arhat was also dragged in, and he had no choice at all.

"This is here?" The Purple Electric Arhat looked around and found himself in another world, similar to a small world, but not a small world, more like a space built of treasures.

Outside, those charged weapons attacked one after another, weaving a brilliant curtain of light and bombarding the surface of the outer edge of the Void Realm.

The Void Realm belongs to the space fortress, from positioning to star rating, it has to surpass the surrounding star boats, and those artillery fires hit it, and it doesn't hurt at all.

The Void Realm is not resisting hard, but using spatial effects to move attacks, and all kinds of attacks hit it, and the power is not one in ten.

There is no need for Fan Lang to worry about it outside, he just needs to concentrate on dealing with the purple electric Arhat.

Fan Lang raised his hand, and a pillar of energy light gushed out from his hand, hitting the air above. This is the energy from the blue sky crystal, which can enhance the effect of the empty realm, and it is more stable.

"This time I'll change the venue and continue to play on my turf. Fan Lang looked at the purple electric Arhat on the opposite side, urging the effect of the Void Realm.

The power of the infinite law of space descended on the purple electric arhat, like hundreds of stars pressing down together, pressing the purple electric arhat from mid-air and almost falling to the ground.

The Purple Electric Arhat urged his divine power, reversed the laws of space, and tried to relieve the pressure on his body, but with little success. His spatial laws can't compete with the Void Realm, and he is no match at all.

"No, it's too much of a loss to fight here, you have to go out and fight!" "Zidian Arhat reached out and grabbed a mirror treasure, this mirror can break the space, just enough to get out of trouble.

Before the purple electric Arhat could make a move, Fan Lang teleported, reached out and copied it, and stole the mirror directly into his hand.

It may not be appropriate to describe it as stealing, but forcibly taking it away in person is already equivalent to a robbery.

The purple electric arhat had just taken out the treasure, and before he had time to cover it, he was snatched away by Fan Lang. He was stunned for a moment, then became furious, and simply attacked Fan Lang with his bare hands, and the electric light on his fist turned into the image of a unicorn with a big mouth open.

is also in the realm of emptiness, one is like a fish in water, and the other is Mount Tai, which is destined to produce a gap in speed.

Fan Lang easily avoided the attack of the Purple Electric Arhat, went around behind the other party, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and it was another stealing move, snatching away a piece of armor from the Purple Electric Arhat.

Zidian Arhat's punch missed, and he was missing a piece of clothing on his body, so he was going crazy.

Just now it was stealing weapons, then stealing treasures, and now it has become stealing clothes.

If you fight a little longer, won't you be stripped naked?

Is it possible to let him fight barefoot?

What kind of combat routine is this, it's just a hooligan!

The next battle almost confirmed Zidian Arhat's guess, all kinds of things on his body were stolen one after another, and there were fewer and fewer things that could be used, and he completely fell into passivity, and was played around by Fan Lang.

This battle is a bit like a cat playing with a mouse, no matter how it wins or loses, it is a great shame for Zidian Arhat.

After Fan Lang had enough, his offensive changed and became more aggressive. He turned into three heads and six arms, and the dragon god bloodline and true self form were used together, and the natal stars in his body were fully opened, and all kinds of laws and laws were used to protect the body, and all the means that could be used were used.

Whew!Whew!

Fan Lang held the six swords in his six hands and shot together, just like six people performing the rules and swordsmanship together, thousands of lines staggered through, marking the weaknesses and flaws of the purple electric Arhat's body. The sword qi was like an endless autumn water, attacking out in waves, and each wave of attack was very deadly, locking the vital point of the purple electric Arhat, forcing him to retreat.

The purple lightning arhat was injured again and again, and the injuries became more and more serious, until later even his limbs were cut off. Thunder and lightning surged from his wounds, trying to use the thunder and lightning to condense a new body to continue fighting, but the general trend was gone, and there was no hope of counterattacking.

Fan Lang slashed with several swords, cutting off the body of the Purple Electric Arhat, leaving him with only the upper half of his body.

"Ah!!" Zidian Arhat screamed.

Fan Lang flipped in the air and hung above the head of the purple electric Arhat, and pressed his free hands on the opponent's Heavenly Spirit Cover, casting a heavy seal.

At the same time, his three-headed and six-armed form split into three, dividing into two avatars, one taking out a cross and one taking out the coiling dragon lock.

The cross was planted on the ground, Fan Lang pressed the remnants of the Purple Electric Arhat on it, and the other avatar shook the coiling dragon lock and wrapped the Purple Electric Arhat around it.

Fan Lang then used various suppressive methods to suppress the purple electric Arhat, and he was no longer able to resist.

Even the electric light on the purple electric Arhat's head was extinguished, and the wound stopped healing, and no new flesh could grow.

The current Zidian Arhat only has a small half life left, and it has completely fallen into the hands of Fan Lang, which is the fish meat on the chopping board, which is slaughtered by others.

Fan Lang landed lightly, and the berserk program was just at the right time. He also sheathed his sword and calmly looked at the captives opposite.

"You should be glad that I have a personal relationship with the God of Living Wealth, so I will spare your life so that he can hand it over to him in the future. If it weren't for this relationship, I would have killed you directly. Fan Lang said.

The purple electric arhat fell into such a field, his eyes were full of resentment, and he did not speak, as if words could no longer express his hatred. He stared at Fan Lang like this, time passed little by little, and after about ten breaths, his emotions gradually calmed down, as if he had figured out something in his heart.

"Flying Dragon Prince, you win, become the king and lose the king, I have nothing to say. In fact, I am also a ghost and coveted this nine-grade Yuanyang stone, so I took a risk. Now, I have come to my senses, and I ask my son to raise his noble hand and let me go. If you let me go, it's easy to say, I can give you a generous gift, or I can do things for you, even as your subordinate. If you don't believe me, you can poison me, and I'm willing to accept the restrictions of all means. Zidian Arhat changed his previous attitude and begged Fan Lang for mercy in turn.