Chapter 213: God of War or Demon God?

Xiao Fan didn't plan to continue fighting, since he couldn't find the flaws in the Eighteen Arhat Formation, then if he continued like this, it would only take Lang time, Lang Fei Zhenqi and physical strength, he wanted to fight quickly, and break through the big array with absolute strength and strong means.

The yin and yang fish fused, Tai Chi turned into Wuji, and the aura emitted was very terrifying, and that kind of domineering made the eighteen monks feel the threat of death. The eighteen monks shouted at the same time, and the true qi of the Buddha Dao in their bodies was gathered to the peak, and the power of the eighteen Arhat Arrays was fully exerted. The swastika of Buddhism in the sky was entangled with the strength of the demon slaying stick, reinforcing the golden light curtain that enveloped Xiao Fan, isolating them from Xiao Fan.

The sealing light curtain barrier formed by the power of the fusion of the Arhat Great Array and the Great Sealing Spell was very strong and could be said to be difficult to destroy. But for Xiao Fan, it was different, the speed of evolution of his hands was getting faster and faster, and the domineering aura was getting stronger and stronger.

The light curtain continued to shrink under the control of the eighteen monks, squeezing towards the middle, trying to completely seal Xiao Fan in it. However, Xiao Fan's infinite power shook, and the compression of the light curtain immediately slowed down, and then he could no longer get close to him.

At this time, Xiao Fan's rapidly evolving hands suddenly shook, and Wuji Tu hummed violently, and then collapsed with a bang. The fierce and domineering Wuji True Qi slammed into the ten directions, and the qi Lang was so fierce that it swept out like a monstrous giant Lang, and the golden light curtain cracked all over under the impact of the infinite power, and the swastikas on it vibrated in unison. However, no amount of vibration could stop the rapidly spreading rift on the light curtain.

Xiao Fan's four squares are like a turbulent ocean where fire and light blue merge. The power of Infinity frantically slammed into the golden shield, which was like a struck glass, and it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"Boom, boom, boom!" ......

Endless cracks on the golden shield, the swastika seal on it burst one after another, turning into a golden rain of light. The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the entire golden light curtain shattered, and the collapsed Buddha Dao power was transmitted in all directions.

"Boom ......"

The power of infinity swept through the heavens and the earth, flooding all directions like a tsunami. The eighteen middle-aged monks suffered a backlash because the light curtain shattered, and their bodies trembled, and they didn't have time to completely avoid the impact of the infinite power, and when they flew back, they were already a step too late, and they were directly affected by the qi Lang, drowning in it.

"Bang, bang, bang!" ......

The bodies of the eighteen middle-aged monks flew upside down in all directions, and the blood that spurted out bloomed like blood-colored flowers, and each of them had their internal organs cracked and suffered serious internal injuries.

At this time, their bodies flew upside down under the impact of the infinite force, and it was difficult to control themselves. Xiao Fan would not give up this excellent opportunity, and the Phantom of the Evil Wind blessed his body as fast as a light. His body flickered repeatedly, as if he was moving in an instant, but in a moment's time, he appeared in front of the six monks one after another, and his fists smashed out like a condensed Dayue.

In the air, blood mist flew, and Xiao Fan's fist hit, the middle-aged monk who was hit exploded directly, and he couldn't bear it at all. Within a breath, six monks were killed, and the eighteen Arhat formations were completely cracked.

The rest of the monks had just stabilized their figures, but Xiao Fan deceived himself into the front of a monk. There was no mystical move martial art, a simple and direct fist was smashed, blasting through all defenses, and with a bang, the demon slaying stick that the monk he attacked was across his chest to resist this blow was broken into two pieces.

"Bang!!"

The punch hit the monk's chest, and the monk flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and in the process of flying upside down, his chest exploded directly, and blood flew out.

Without the Eighteen Arhat Array, these monks were simply vulnerable in front of Xiao Fan. Their own cultivation is only the Three Flowers Gathering the Eightfold Heaven, and there is still a gap between them and those old monks. Those old monks joined forces and were all killed by Xiao Fan, not to mention these eightfold heavenly monks.

Xiao Fan was like a demon god, covered in blood, and his ten-zhang body was extremely formidable. His momentum was soaring, his killing intent was blazing, his eyes were shining with cold light, and he pressed towards the remaining eleven monks step by step.

"Xiao Fan, you dare to slaughter the orthodox disciples of the Western Desert Buddhism Dao like this, Daling Mountain will never let go of your demonic barrier!"

Several middle-aged monks roared, their eyes red. At this moment, they no longer have the solemnity of their previous treasures, they look a little hideous, and their eyes are full of fear of death.

"Ignorant bald donkey! If you want to kill the emperor, is it possible that the emperor will straighten his neck and let you be slaughtered! If you don't succeed in killing, you will be killed, this is karma, isn't this what your Buddhists pay attention to? What else can you say, accept death!"

Xiao Fan's voice was indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations, like the urging voice of death, which made the eleven living monks tremble. They looked at each other and then flew away in different directions at the same time.

"If you want to leave alive, it's impossible!"

Xiao Fan's killing intent is very strong, what about the orthodox Buddhism in the Western Desert Buddha Prefecture? If they want to deal with themselves, then they are mortal enemies, and now that they have gained power, how can they be reasonable?

Eleven monks fled separately, increasing their speed to the extreme. Xiao Fan glanced at it coldly, and then locked on to one person, and with the blessing of the evil wind phantom, he came behind the monk in one step, reached out with his big hand, pinched it in his hand, closed his five fingers, and the screams immediately resounded through the world, making people's scalps tingle.

Bright red blood spilled from Xiao Fan's fingers, and the monk he held in his hands had died, turned into pulp. At this time, Xiao Fan turned around, raised his feet and walked repeatedly, caught up with another monk, slapped it away, and his body quickly cracked in the process of flying sideways, and then collapsed with a bang, splitting apart, and the internal organs and broken flesh were scattered all over the ground.

The other nine monks who were frantically fleeing turned their heads to see this scene and were terrified. They had never seen this bloody and cruel scene, and now this terrifying encounter was about to befall them, and this fear overwhelmed the Buddha's mind, causing their bodies to tremble constantly.

Xiao Fan looked at them indifferently and walked towards one of the monks, who trembled all over when he saw this, and his true qi almost dispersed, almost falling from the air.

"Poof!"

The monk's head was gone, and a column of blood rushed up from the headless corpse, like a fountain. In the distance, a blood-stained head fell to the ground across a long parabola, which was slapped out of the monk's neck by Xiao Fan.

The sound of fear filled the world, and the remaining eight middle-aged monks were already so frightened that they almost collapsed. It is said that they are disciples of Buddhism, and in order to achieve this realm, the Buddha's heart should be very tenacious. If they hadn't faced death in this way, they wouldn't have been so afraid.

Xiao Fan's methods were too ruthless, and they had penetrated deep into their hearts, making their Buddha hearts unstable, and their hearts were shrouded in fear, even if they cultivated to a high level, they couldn't suppress the spread of that fear.

Soon, three more middle-aged monks died in Xiao Fan's hands, and the remaining five monks had escaped thousands of meters away. Xiao Fan stood in place, he didn't chase after him, and with a flip of his palm, the bladeless heavy sword turned into a silver-gray bow and appeared in his hand, and then he took out a deliberately crafted arrow, which was engraved with a formation pattern.

Bending the bow and arrows, Xiao Fan pulled the bow in a full circle, and fired five bows in a row, and the five arrows locked on the five middle-aged monks who were fleeing for their lives.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" ......

The array runes on the arrows flickered, piercing through the sky and making a sharp cracking sound. The five monks who fled for their lives heard the sound of breaking the air and also felt the aura of danger, and turned back in horror, their pupils suddenly dilated, and a flickering arrow grew larger and larger in their pupils.

"Poof!"

Five sounds of blood rang out almost at the same time, and the eyebrows of the five monks were pierced by arrows. The force of the arrow carried their bodies forward, and then wore his head, clattering to the ground, the tail still buzzing and trembling. The ground that the arrow had driven into began to turn red, and the area of the red gradually spread, and it was the blood of the five monks, staining the earth red.

"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful, and he will subdue demons!"

A loud voice came from afar, and it seemed very calm. Immediately after that, Xiao Fan heard the sound of blood splashing, turned his head to look, and saw that an old monk in the back of the mountain was cut off by Qin Hanyue's sword, and blood spurted out several meters high.

On the walls of the imperial capital, all the people were silent, and it could be said that the needles could be heard. The soldiers and the cultivators of the Demon Xiang Sect and the Tianxuan Sect seemed to have forgotten to even breathe, and looked out of the city in horror.

The picture of Xiao Fan killing the Western Desert monks with strong and ruthless means was deeply imprinted in their hearts, and they became more and more in awe of Xiao Fan. At this moment, in their eyes, Xiao Fan is like a god of war and a ruthless demon god, respectable and terrifying!

Qin Wanru and the others were also shocked, they knew that Xiao Fan's combat power was very strong, and when he reached the realm of the Five Heavens Peak of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak, there was no pressure at all to reverse the peak of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak. However, they still underestimated Xiao Fan's combat effectiveness, and Xiao Fan's strength was no longer inferior to that of the Sanhua Gathering Peak Great Perfection.

Lin Caixuan felt the deepest, because she had met with Xiao Fan the nameless senior who transmitted her true qi. The true qi of the nameless predecessor is deep and full, and Xiao Fan gives people a sense of strength at this time, which is almost the same as that nameless senior, and it seems to be even better.

After the shock, Qin Wanru and the others quickly came to Xiao Fan's side to make sure if he had received any internal injuries. Yue Langying walked alone in the back, at this moment she was far away solemn Xiao Fan, slowly stepping over, frowning slightly, with deep worry in her heart, and her eyes were a little reluctant.

Xiao Fan looked up and saw her eyes, and when she walked to her side, he said, "Yue'er, what's wrong with you?"

"It's fine. Yue Rongying shook her head, forced a smile, and said, "Now that these monks are dead, it will take a certain amount of time for them to send someone again. There are still some god-level true qi pills, and we can improve our cultivation a little more during this time, and we don't have to worry about dealing with more masters sent by them when the time comes. ”