Chapter 212: Peerless Combat Power
Xiao Fan killed four old monks with three flowers in succession between a few breaths, which made the remaining old monks panic in their hearts, they didn't expect Xiao Fan to be so terrifying, his combat effectiveness was superb, and he could easily reverse the attack!
Xiao Fan's kick was extremely powerful, like Dayue suppressing, the space layer directly collapsed under this foot, and the old monk under it was terrified, his arm shook violently, and he hit the sky with his hand, and the true qi of Buddhism turned into two huge golden palms to meet Xiao Fan's feet, wanting to resist with this.
At this time, another old monk and the leading white-eyed old monk rushed over frantically when they saw this, wanting to save the old monk at Xiao Fan's feet. Eighteen middle-aged monks also moved, flying here at the fastest speed.
Xiao Fan sneered, his eyes were as bright as electricity, two cold rays burst out, his arm shook slightly, and he raised his hand to punch it.
"Buzz!!"
The space shattered, shattering the sky with one punch. How domineering is the fist of the Chaos Martial Body's true body. A huge fist light shattered the void, causing all directions to tremble with a loud bang. The two old monks who rushed to kill only felt that the strong wind was blowing in their faces, and the fist marks had a feeling of wanting to split their bodies before they came to their bodies, and their attack methods were directly defeated by this punch, and the fist light was unabated, and the bang hit the bodies of the two old monks like a mountain.
"Poof......
The two old monks vomited blood at the same time, and their bodies flew upside down in an instant, with a speed like a streamer, and they withstood an incomparable impact force. The white-eyed old monk's golden bell jar collapsed, and the whole person began to crack, and in the process of flying back, it exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of flesh.
Another old monk also collapsed, and the blood mist splashed all over the sky, and such a cruel and bloody scene made the eighteen middle-aged monks who rushed over inexplicably frightened. Xiao Fan's combat power was far beyond their imagination, and it was hard to believe that a person with a low realm could be so strong and domineering to defeat the person at the peak of the Sanhua Gathering, or in the case of a pair of sevens.
"Boom!!"
The ripples of Qi Lang hit the ten directions, Xiao Fan's feet stepped on it strongly, and the most old monk was covered in blood, his hands were shattered, and he was stepped into the earth by Xiao Fan, the ground trembled, and the smoke and dust rushed to the sky.
At this point, the seven old monks were all killed, Xiao Fan's might shocked everyone, he was like a peerless god of war, ten zhang real body stood there, like an immortal mountain, thick and domineering and full of fierceness, as if it was not a person, but a god descending from the upper realm. His gaze was indifferent, his momentum rushed straight to Xiao Han, and his domineering aura made the hearts of eighteen middle-aged monks feel sullen!
On the walls of the imperial capital city, countless soldiers and cultivators were watching. The people of the Demon Xiang Sect and the Tianxuan Sect were also there, and at this moment they were all dumbfounded, Xiao Fan's strength made them excited, shocked and excited, and made them feel so unreal.
The characters in the later stage of the Sanhua Gathering Peak are peerless existences for most cultivators, and it is difficult to see them once in this life, but now there are so many strong people at the peak of the Sanhua Gathering Peak who have been killed by Xiao Fan in front of them, and the visual and psychological impact brought to them by that picture is incomparable!
"Set up a formation, kill this demon!"
Eighteen middle-aged monks shouted in unison, their eyes cracking. Now this result is unbearable for them, several uncles died, and they were killed by Xiao Fan alone, and it has not been more than a cup of tea since the fight.
"Hah!!"
Eighteen middle-aged monks roared in unison, and eighteen people quickly surrounded Xiao Fan in the center and formed a large array. Their bodies began to glow, and the golden Buddha light permeated them, causing each of their skins to turn into pure gold, as if cast in gold.
"Sacrifice the Devil Stick!"
One of the middle-aged monks drank, and then a two-meter-long golden stick appeared in the palms of the eighteen monks at the same time, and the talisman seal flashed on it, exuding a strong Buddhist atmosphere.
"Eighteen Arhats have a golden body and suppress all kinds of demons in the world!"
Eighteen monks shouted at the same time, one of them danced the golden demon-slaying stick in his hand, and the rest of them all moved, quickly narrowing the range of the Arhat Array, and the sky full of stick shadows and Buddha Dao True Qi overwhelmingly hit Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan used the Tiger Walking Leopard Jumping Method to dodge and fight back, and found that the Eighteen Arhat Formations were really like copper walls. Eighteen monks attacked at the same time in all directions, working closely with each other, making it difficult for the trapped to fight back.
Xiao Fan's shot was like a blast of wind, just dissolving the true qi hit by the Demon Descending Stick, and the next second it was made up by continuous attacks, which means that no matter how it was resolved, it would be useless, until he was hit or died of exhaustion!
"Xiao Fan, be careful, hold on a little longer, we'll help you soon!" Qin Wanru shouted at Xiao Fan while frantically attacking her opponent. At this time, she has suppressed her opponent and has the absolute upper hand. The old monk who fought fiercely with her had blood stains on his mouth, his robe was also a little broken, and the Buddha light on his body was much dimmer than before.
Yue Langying and the others also saw Xiao Fan's situation, thinking that his situation was very dangerous, and they were even more anxious. However, Moon Shadow's opponent is already difficult to hold onto, with a small difference in the realm, Moon Shadow is much easier to reverse than Qin Wanru.
"Buzz!!"
There was a sudden trembling sound in the sky, and suddenly a breath of qi spread out, and in the next second, a blood-colored full moon appeared out of thin air, and it was suppressed with a bang. The old monk folded his hands and recited Buddhist scriptures, and a tall Buddha statue phantom rushed out of his body, confronting the blood-colored full moon.
Yue Langying's hands were raised, and the slender jade hand shook in the void, and dozens of earthy yellow sword qi emerged, roaring loudly, swallowing sharp mangs, piercing through the sky with a bang, and killing the old monk directly.
The old monk was already fighting against the blood-colored full moon with all his might, and at this time, he was subjected to the powerful attack of the moon shadow, and it was no longer possible to resist, and the Buddha's light that protected the body was penetrated by the earth-colored sword qi with a bang, and the next second the blood of his body shot out, and he was pierced by dozens of sword qi, and his body shook violently, and he fell from the air with a bang.
"Xiao Fan, Yue'er is here to help you!" Yue Rongying was extremely anxious, and rushed frantically to the place where Xiao Fan was. When Xiao Fan heard this, he quickly attacked with both hands, shattering the strength of the demon-slaying stick that hit him from all directions, and said loudly: "Don't come in, help Qingya and them kill those old monks, I'll be fine!"
Hearing this, Yue Rongying stopped his body and looked at Xiao Fan with a worried expression, his eyes full of struggle.
"Don't hesitate, go quickly, do you want them to get hurt?" Xiao Fan said in a deep voice. Yue Langying bit her sexy red lips, turned around suddenly, and directly joined the battle between Lu Qingya and an old monk, and the joint attack and killing must be a killing move.
The old monk suddenly felt that the pressure had increased sharply, he had already suppressed Lu Qingya, and it wouldn't take long to hit her hard, but the addition of the Moon Shadow made everything impossible, but he fell into complete passivity in a few breaths, and was hit one after another, spurting blood.
At this moment, Xiao Fan was still trapped in the Eighteen Arhat Formation, but he was not injured, no matter how the eighteen middle-aged monks attacked, he could defuse all the attacks. In fact, Xiao Fan was understanding this formation and wanted to find out the flaws. If he can find out the flaws in it, in the future, when he fights against the people of the Western Desert, not only will he be able to break the Eighteen Arhat Formation, but Qin Hanyue and the others will also be able to crack this formation.
However, Xiao Fan was very disappointed, there seemed to be no flaws in this formation. However, Xiao Fan didn't believe that there would really be no flaws, all formations had their weaknesses, and it couldn't be really perfect.
Gradually, Xiao Fan found that he really couldn't find the flaws in this formation, and even if he opened the Broken Eye, he couldn't see the weakness of the Eighteen Arhat Formation, which surprised him very much.
"How can there be no flaws!"
Xiao Fan was extremely surprised in his heart, in his opinion, not to mention the eighteen Arhat Formations, even the top god-level arrays would have flaws, but they were just a problem that was not easy to be seen. In fact, what Xiao Fan didn't know was that these eighteen Arhat formations were very special, they were created by Amitabha Buddha, and the formations created by that kind of existence were extremely perfect, and it was impossible for Xiao Fan to find out the flaws.
The eighteen Arhat Formations have a very low starting point, which means that as long as some monks who have cultivated can practice it, they can comprehend the essence of the Great Array. It is said that the mystery of this great array is not very deep, it can be said that it is very simple, but it is precisely this simplicity that has an abnormal effect, it is almost perfect. This kind of formation can exert different power in the hands of eighteen monks with different realms.
A full quarter of an hour passed, and Xiao Fan was still trapped in the Eighteen Arhat Formation. Eighteen middle-aged monks couldn't hurt him, and he didn't hurt eighteen monks either. At this moment, Lu Qingya's opponent had been killed by her and Lane Yueying, and the two of them locked on the targets of Qin Hanyue and Lin Caixuan respectively, and worked together with them to kill the opponent.
"Great Seal Spell!"
One of the eighteen monks shouted, and suddenly the eighteen monks were attacking while chanting scriptures, and dense swastika notes spun out of their mouths, flying towards Xiao Fan one after another, forming a golden cage, which wanted to completely seal it in and limit his movement and speed.
"This emperor can't even see your flaws!" Xiao Fan said while defending, his eyes becoming extremely cold.
"Hmph! Just because you also want to find out the flaws in the eighteen Arhat formations? The formation created by the Buddha, no one in the Three Realms and Six Realms can find the flaws, you want to break out of the formation, wishful thinking!"
"Really?" Xiao Fan smiled, since he was trapped in the big array, in order to find out the flaws without using any strong means, did these monks really think that the eighteen Arhat formations were invincible in the world?
Xiao Fan exerted his body technique to the extreme, temporarily avoiding the attack of the eighteen monks, and at the same time paddling Tai Chi with both hands, the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Fish emerged and protected him in it. In this way, Xiao Fan was not allowed to dodge anymore, and used the Taiji Yin Yang Fish to resist the attacks of the eighteen monks.
Xiao Fan's hands evolved rapidly, and the Taiji Yin and Yang Fish suddenly fused together, Taiji Wuji. In an instant, the domineering aura filled the heavens and the earth, and the hearts of the eighteen monks jumped violently, and a sense of fear rose inexplicably, as if they smelled the smell of death.