Chapter 281: Fierce battle in the palace

Just when Fang Wenyuan was secretly thinking about it, the woman surnamed Fan was already impatient, and she stretched out her hand and slapped her, and her momentum was still strong.

teased three times and twice, and now he is even more ruthless, to this point, how can Fang Wenyuan tolerate it.

The moment the aura around his body dispersed, the red light in his eyes suddenly appeared, his body crackled, he stretched out his hand, and he also slapped out.

There was a ripple in the void, without the slightest skill, it was all a hard collision of power.

Fang Wenyuan's physical body absorbed the breath of the seal and became stronger, and this strength immediately broke through the palm of the woman surnamed Fan. Kill the old man and the woman surnamed Fan, like a tiger descending the mountain, strong and powerful.

Lao Dao's pupils shrank, his eyes were full of incredulity, and he stuck the banner in his hand in front of him, and pinched the trick with both hands. The swaying banner shook out a rich breath and condensed into the shell of the turtle.

The woman surnamed Fan pulled out the giant sword behind her, crossed her hands, and blocked the giant sword in front of her.

In an instant, the battle situation changed, and Fang Wenyuan immediately gained the upper hand, turning passive into active. Having reversed the situation, Fang Wenyuan naturally wanted to seize the opportunity, and his body moved, following behind Zhangfeng.

Another punch emitted a strong breath, causing the emptiness in the hall, and the outside of the Wind Hall flew tired, and the doors of the hall were all deformed under this fist wind.

The power of the wind directly punched a crack in the shell of the old turtle, and the woman surnamed Fan was also unstable and turned backwards.

Before the two of them were surprised by Fang Wenyuan's strength, and before they could fight back, Fang Wenyuan's punch followed.

Lao Dao suddenly flew out upside down, opened his mouth and spit out a puff of blood mist, the woman surnamed Fan turned pale, flew backwards more than ten feet, and after landing, she was still retreating again and again.

Fang Wenyuan's eyes were cold, his sword fingers were knotted in front of him, the thunder flashed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Thunder Soul Law Body, Piercing Heart Method!"

The heart piercing nail suddenly condensed in front of the sword finger, and the aura emitted made the woman surnamed Fan change her face suddenly, and said to Lao Dao: "Niu Nose, this is what you said to take it easily? As the price for you to deceive the old lady, the old lady wants all the things on his body." ”

At this point, the woman surnamed Fan hadn't even given up, still thinking about the treasures on Fang Wenyuan's body.

After saying that, he stomped on his feet, kicked at the body of the giant sword, and immediately stood the giant sword sideways and stabbed towards Fang Wenyuan. The sword light has no sense of sharpness, as if it has not been opened, and there is a suffocating heavy power like Mount Tai pressing the top.

But Fang Wenyuan's heart-piercing thunder method is also not Erer. Under the collision of strong and strong, Fang Wenyuan was slightly superior, and the heart-piercing method fell on the giant sword, bounced the giant sword away, and the thunder light spread like a stream of water to the sword body, and it was about to fall on the body of the woman surnamed Fan, and the woman surnamed Fan let go of her hand, and the giant sword fell to the ground.

The thunder light was bouncing off the heavy giant sword, which was already seriously consumed, and at this moment the giant sword fell to the ground, invisibly spreading the thunder that pierced the heart.

The woman surnamed Fan's eyes lit up, and she looked fierce and aggressive, not like a woman at all. Stretched out his hand and pulled out the giant sword, killing Fang Wenyuan again.

Fang Wenyuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were even redder, and he said in a low voice: "You have a sword, Fang also has it!"

Stretching out his hand to grab it, the Qingfeng Sword appeared in his hand, and with a roar, Fang Wenyuan flew out with the sword, picked the sword in the hand of the woman surnamed Fan aside, and then slashed it suddenly.

With a sonorous sound, the long sword in the hand of the woman surnamed Fan, after piercing the heart method, was hit hard again, and suddenly a trace of crack appeared in a little overwhelmed, and then collapsed.

The woman surnamed Fan cracked out of her tiger's mouth, and Yin Hong's blood trickled outward. looked at Fang Wenyuan in horror, as if looking at a monster,

But she didn't have the slightest cowardice, but calmly wiped the bloodstains, and with a kind of excitement in her eyes, she looked at the sword in Fang Wenyuan's hand, eager to try.

The body stepped back, and at the same time bit the index finger, and quickly carved on the hilt of the giant sword, half a sound, and drank in a low voice, "Return to the position!"

The fragments of the giant sword that were shattered by the Qingfeng Sword suddenly vibrated and flew up strangely, blending together again, as if going back in time.

As soon as her feet moved, the woman surnamed Fan let out a coquettish sound, and the giant sword in her hand came out of her hand, flying out like a streamer, killing Fang Wenyuan.

Almost at a glance, Fang Wenyuan concluded that this was definitely not a superficial Dao technique like exorcism, but a real sword technique.

What he was sure of was because this kind of familiar fluctuation had only been seen in the disciples of the Fei Bo Sect's Yijian Peak.

Fang Wenyuan frowned, there was some impatience in his eyes, and he seemed to feel that things had become tricky.

The long sword flew in, not only with the heaviness of the mountain, but also with a kind of sharpness, before the sword arrived, I felt that the skin was a little tingling, and the antique appearance of the carved dragon painting pillar in the main hall became a mess in just a moment.

Instead of retreating, Fang Wenyuan flew out of the giant sword, with the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, encouraging Yuan Li and stimulating a strong sword light.

The two collided, and Fang Wenyuan suddenly felt numb. Although the strength of the greatsword was insufficient to injure him, it also surprised him.

The four purple rays of light transformed by the Purple Night Thunder Fu suddenly collapsed under the sharp blade of the giant sword, and the sword light hit his chest directly.

His clothes shattered, revealing Fang Wenyuan's solid chest, and the blade of the sword caused his body to fall backwards, but it only left a light red mark on his skin, which did not hurt him.

The strong body has been strong to the extreme of foundation building, so although the woman surnamed Fan has swordsmanship, she can't hurt him.

I have to admit that the woman's technique surnamed Fan is indeed very strong, and it is three points more powerful than the poetry of the butterfly back then.

However, this was not enough to defeat Fang Wenyuan.

The woman surnamed Fan was also very surprised, but she didn't expect that Fang Wenyuan was not only on a par with her in cultivation, but also physically strong.

Thinking of the treasure that Lao Dao said before, coupled with the Qingfeng Sword that Fang Wenyuan took out, and he had already made a move, he also tore his face. The woman surnamed Fan will definitely not give up.

As soon as the magic trick in his hand changed, he pointed forward, and the giant sword turned sideways, and the blade went straight to Fang Wenyuan's neck, wanting to behead him.

Fang Wenyuan took a step back, his right hand reached out like lightning, and directly grabbed the blade of the giant sword, it was still unbreakable if it was not broken, the blade of the giant sword did not cause the slightest damage to Fang Wenyuan, and even the majestic power that spread from above was blocked by Fang Wenyuan.

At this moment, there was a slight wind movement behind him, and then, like a thunderbolt ringing in his ears, the sound of ghosts crying wolves was terrifying.

The two powerful ghosts carried a wooden basin, which contained foul-smelling dirty water, and suddenly splashed towards Fang Wenyuan, the timing was just right, at the moment when Fang Wenyuan used the giant sword.

Also at this time, Fang Wenyuan resisted this giant sword and had no strength to spare.

This spell, at first glance, is the old Dao's poisonous technique, Fang Wenyuan smiled coldly, as a foundation building monk, although he was slightly injured under Fang Wenyuan's two consecutive blows, it was not enough to make him lose his combat effectiveness.

Therefore, Fang Wenyuan's divine sense has been paying close attention to Lao Dao, and naturally he will not let Lao Dao's sneak attack succeed. Immediately, as soon as he took a step, two phantom clones suddenly appeared behind him, blocking the dirty water.

This basin of foul-smelling dirty water is indeed vicious, and the two phantom clones have been directly corroded, and even the Yuan Force that has been divided cannot be recovered.

In the past, the phantom clone inspired by Fang Wenyuan, if there was still any remaining yuan power that had not been consumed after it was destroyed, it would return to the body of the deity, but under this dirty water, it would directly turn into light smoke.

After a slight slowdown, Fang Wenyuan bypassed the giant sword, and his body technique was fully unfolded, as if he was a ghost, escaping the woman surnamed Fan, and appeared in front of Lao Dao strangely.

The speed made Lao Dao feel that there was a flower in front of him, and then a figure occupied his pupils.

Spun from the injury, and the silver thread burst out, embroiling the old way into it. But Fang Wenyuan felt a little strange, the injury couldn't be hidden here, maybe it was the reason why there was a demonic aura here. After all, Fang Wenyuan could see the silver line of injury, and it was also because of the purple eyes of the demon eyes.

Lao Dao saw the silver thread burst out, and immediately panicked, he could feel the power of this silver thread, and a life and death crisis filled his heart.

At this time, the woman surnamed Fan finally felt that with a finger, the giant sword suddenly appeared behind Fang Wenyuan, and the speed was not slow at all, even three points faster than Fang Wenyuan's ghost escape technique.

Attacking from behind, Fang Wenyuan was forced to twist his body, dodging the attack of the giant sword, and there was also a slight deviation from the injured silver line. Lao Dao took this opportunity to pat the gourd with oil stains on his waist, and the gourd rose in the wind, and it was the size of a person in a blink of an eye.

The gourd spewed mud from its mouth, turning into a wall in an instant, and Lao Dao's reaction was not slow, and under this slowness, he could be dodged.

But the sharpness of the wound is by no means comparable to the extraordinary, although Lao Dao has no worries about his life, and one arm is also broken at the shoulder.

Fang Wenyuan secretly said that it was a pity, he didn't expect this good blow to miss.

When the woman surnamed Fan saw the wound in Fang Wenyuan's hand, the hot fire in her eyes became even hotter.

Between the shots, he became more energetic and stretched out his hand to recall the giant sword, and the rapid pinching of his hands was dazzling, and the Yuan Force of his body changed accordingly, and he began to beat very rhythmically, and his breathing was also mobilized.

In the blink of an eye, this Yuan Force was like constructing a building, shaping a frame, slowly forming behind the woman surnamed Fan, turning into a three-zhang tall man, carrying the giant sword of the woman surnamed Fan on his shoulder.

Fang Wenyuan's face sank, and he said in a low voice: "Law Phase?"

When he looked closely, he quickly denied what he had in mind. This is clearly a phantom that is intertwined with its own yuan power and divine consciousness, and is constructed with supernatural spells, and there is a trace of a different kind of aura in this phantom.

The purple pupil saw that there was a trace of remnant soul in the middle of the three phantoms, which was quite a bit of a resurrection of the soul, and this spell was a bit mysterious.

After the phantom came out, he threw the giant sword towards Fang Wenyuan, pinched the trick with both hands, and suddenly pointed at it.

The speed of the giant sword became so fast that before Fang Wen could even see it clearly, the giant sword had already struck his chest, knocking him out.

With a bang, Fang Wenyuan's figure smashed heavily on one of the walls of the main hall, directly smashing out a human-shaped pothole.

This phantom shot out, has an independent consciousness, and has an understanding of the art of the sword that ordinary people can't match.