Another kind of tie?
That is impossible.
Neither of them would entertain the idea.
When Fan Changliu tried to provoke Zhan Changfeng out with words, Zhan Changfeng's voice came to his ears from all directions again, "Although I won't show up, I can still defeat you."
It's like saying "Don't worry, it will be as you wish soon."
Fan Changliu's teeth were itching, and he raised his neck and shouted, "I want to see what the turtle with its head is capable of!"
These words seemed to have touched the wrath of heaven, but before the sound could even subside, a roar of thunder choked his throat. He raised his eyes and looked at the clear sky, and suddenly saw the white clouds rolling into black clouds, spreading out turbulently with the help of the strong wind. The sky darkened, and a frightening aura spread all around, as if there was a giant hand reaching down from the sky to hold this space, life and death were no longer up to oneself!
Fan Changliu's hair stood on end. If something terrifying was staring at him, he would rush towards the distance, trying to get out of the black clouds.
One mile, ten miles, a hundred miles, he stared at the horizon. The darkness spread to the end of his sight, and it seemed that he could not escape no matter how hard he ran.
He gritted his teeth and stopped, rooted to the ground, "Did you do this!"
Damn it, the most annoying thing about these practices is that each one is more useful than the other!
He didn't believe that she could maintain this technique that could induce celestial phenomena for a long time. When she ran out of power and the technique disappeared, it was time for him to fight back.
Just as the wind and clouds were rising, the dark sky was so low that it was about to collapse. When he asked, thunder rumbled, and thousands of ferocious dragon-like purple-gold thunder and lightning dominated the world, leaping down from the sky and striking at Fan Changliu.
The power of the sky was overwhelming, panic struck my heart, and my ears were buzzing. Fan Changliu stood on the top of the mountain, with a blazing white light reflected in his tiny pupils. Not good!
He displayed his secret skills and turned into afterimages, bumping left and right in the thunder and lightning. However, even if the lightning didn't hit him, it still cut away his essence like a hammer with the sound of thunder. Qi Shen.
Fan Changliu waited for the thunderclouds to dissipate, but he never imagined that he was still so powerful after seven or eight breaths. How deep is this person's skill to be able to persist in such a powerful technique?
"I don't believe this evil!" He grabbed his hands out of thin air, held an ax and a shield, and took the initiative to attack. Bang, bang, the Lingbao-level shield cracked, and his left hand was burnt black from exhaustion.
At this time, a giant dragon-like thunder and lightning struck through the air. He quickly raised his ax to block it, but was directly blasted into the mountain peak by the lightning. The inner armor under his robe shone uncertainly.
Fan Changliu jumped up from the rocks, and immediately called a bolt of lightning to hit him back. The blood in his chest surged up, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
It really makes me angry. He has never been in such a frustrating battle. He didn't see his opponent's shadow, didn't use any moves, and was in such a mess.
He angrily sacrificed ten drops of essence and blood, and invisible arrogance erupted from his body, "Since you can control the sky, I will smash the sky to pieces! Take my punch!"
This punch was like the coming of the annihilating heaven. Thousands of golden lights came out with the punch, piercing the thunder clouds, shaking the sky, and spreading unrivaled power in all directions.
"It's the top secret technique Tongtian Monkey Arm Fist!" The faces of several strong men who came to watch the battle changed. They were frightened by Zhan Changfeng's methods, but because they were unfamiliar, they were not too touched in their hearts, but this secret technique was different. , this secret technique evolved from the magical power of the ancient holy ape. Three thousand years ago, it became famous in the hands of the general Yuan Tianqi, and became famous in Xuantian. It was lost after Yuan Tianqi's death, but he didn't expect that someone would use it today!
The future life is terrible!
Just when they thought Fan Changliu was about to turn defeat into victory, the thunder clouds reunited, and thousands of thunderbolts struck down at once, crushing his fists. The purple-gold thunder engulfed the light of his fists, and knocked those who came from the air into the ground!
The thunder dissipated, leaving only a bottomless pit on the ground. The change only took a moment!
Zhan Changfeng spent most of his soul power, ate a piece of Jade Bodhisattva, recuperated for a while, and appeared in physical form. After the battle, she didn't linger, but suddenly a tyrannical energy approached.
"Fellow Taoist, stay here. I admire you very much. Please come to my house as a guest." The long-bearded monk in brocade robes was watching the battle from a distance. Now he was walking towards me. He said it politely. The pressure is merciless.
Zhan Changfengxun confirmed his strength and half-step magical power.
Half-step magical power is a special level of cultivation, also known as the "suicide" state.
Many monks are unable to enter the realm of supernatural powers due to physical, mental, spiritual, and other reasons, so they use a special method to individually improve their cultivation to the realm of supernatural powers. This is called half-step of supernatural powers.
There are also cases where they accidentally stayed at this level because they failed to advance to magical powers, but their cultivation level improved, such as Gu Hanzi from Xiaoli Realm.
Generally, for those who have half-stepped supernatural powers, their path ends here, with no possibility of further breakthrough.
Unless they are desperate or have been tricked, monks who are strong and talented usually will not choose to practice half-step magical powers.
However, for most ordinary monks, half-step magical power is a coveted level, and its allure is no less than that of the magical power realm.
The key is to cultivate half-step magical powers. You don't need to pass through the Taoist realm, you won't fall into the obstacles of inner demons, and there is no danger of going crazy or becoming a mortal. It's just a simple accumulation of cultivation, which is a thousand times easier than the magical realm.
Speaking of this half-step magical power, it has something to do with Emperor Jialou.
In the early days, the cultivation method of half-step magical power was rare. Just like the rare Dharma lineage, only a few people had access to it. At the time of the war between the two emperors, Jialou taught the method of half-step magical power to the star world. In a short time, In the past few hundred years, tens of millions of powerful people have been created, and the method of half-step magical power has become popular in Xuantian. Nowadays, there are many ways to practice it, and you can buy it in any good Kung Fu store.
Having said that, the method of half-step magical power is very common, but not many people can successfully cultivate to this level. It is a little less than the realm of life and death, and a little more than the realm of supernatural power. It is considered a rare power.
She was troubled by a powerful person, either because of her wealth or because she had offended him. Looking at the hatred in his eyes, it was obviously the latter.
Since arriving in the Liujie Realm, she has only made one move before entering the Desolate Realm.
Zhan Changfeng said calmly, "You don't look like you are here to invite someone as a guest. I have no enmity with you. Could it be that you are here to seize the treasure?"
Shen Rong's face was stiff and he no longer concealed his fierceness, "You are so arrogant, you dare to contradict your seniors. Today I will teach you a lesson for your teacher!"
Based on the strength that Zhan Changfeng had just shown, he had to make a careful move, but he expected that she would be exhausted from the battle with Fan Changliu, and those great skills were not easy to perform.
Shen Rong was very cautious. Although he wanted to kill her immediately, the calculation in his heart was crackling, and he shouted loudly, "Hang Daoyou, Cheng Daoyou, and Hu Daoyou, have not taken action for a long time. Now I have a chance to fight with this order holder. Is there any chance?" What are you waiting for!"
This place has long been far away from the city, and is surrounded by barren mountains. In addition, the fight between Zhan Changfeng and Fan Changliu is too powerful, and there are only a few people in the realm of life and death and those called by Shen Rong nearby.
When Hu Hai heard Shen Rong's words, his eyes darkened and he sneered in his heart, this old boy was recruiting people to join his gang.
They were indeed not just here to watch the battle. Zhan Changfeng had killed their disciple before. How could they swallow this easily?
Not to mention Shen Rong, what he died was the son he had worked so hard to cultivate. A cultivator violates the laws of birth, old age, illness and death, seizes the merit of creation, and goes against fate, making it difficult to have an heir. He finally managed to get a son and raised him to the realm of life and death. As a result, he was killed, and it was difficult not to go crazy.
