Ding Huoyun strode forward, swung the demon-sealing whip, turned its head, and slammed it down on Shang Fucha. The whip bent into an arc, and the whip wind roared like a violent wave. Shang Fucha couldn't help but shook his head. With such power, no ordinary real treasure could withstand a blow. He couldn't summon the second Asura King, so he had to flick his sleeves, purple light flew out, and turned into a man holding a cooked copper stick. A true spirit military general, wearing cooked cowhide armor, with messy hair, unkempt beard, and even his face could not be seen clearly.
The cooked copper rod met the Demon-Sealing Whip, and with a loud "dang" sound, the True Spirit General took three steps back, leaving countless pale cracks in the void. Ding Huoyun was unyielding and rushed forward. He raised the demon-sealing whip high and smashed it down. The true spirit general turned the copper stick horizontally and caught it hard. The whip struck again violently. The demon-sealing whip broke every inch. Ding-dang-dang fell into the clouds, and the True Spirit General's arms shook violently. He could not hold it, and the cooked copper stick flew out of his hands and disappeared in an instant.
Ding Huoyun dropped two short whip handles, let out a sigh of relief, and punched the opponent's chest. The blow was not very fast, but the general's arms were numb and he could not lift them up in one breath. He was as unresponsive as a wooden stake. Ding Huoyun punched him and the smoke disappeared. The body of the true spirit fell apart and broke into large and small copper shavings, rolling around and rising and falling.
Shang Fucha pursed his lips and blew out a breath of fresh air. The copper scraps gathered together and formed a red copper general about a foot high. It was mottled and cracked and had lost all its aura. Worried in his heart, he put it into his sleeve. Seeing Ding Huoyun approaching relentlessly, he couldn't think of anything for a moment, so he had to avoid the sharp attack for the time being, neglecting to step back more than ten feet.
Ding Huoyun's real body is a spiritual cliff. He is not good at escaping speed. Shang Fucha steps on the wind and fire, advancing and retreating like lightning. He does not chase him, but instead pounces on the worship rotation of Daze Hall. Heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals. During the fierce battle with Wen Yuqing, Long Xuzi, Huang Wuzi, etc., Ding Huoyun came from behind to cover up and kill, relying on the strong to bully the weak, taking them by surprise, and killed several people in a moment.
If this child is not eliminated, it will be a huge disaster after all. Shang Fucha gritted his teeth and poked his thumb between his eyebrows. The skin and flesh were torn, the skull was opened, and there was a bloody hole between the eyebrows. Blood gushed out, communicating vertically and horizontally, and a picture of His face turned red.
Sanskrit sounds are slowly blaring in mid-air, flowers are falling from the sky, and the fragrance is astounding. The spiritual mountain is looming, like a mirage, indistinct and traceless. Shang Fucha had aged thousands of years in an instant, with deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, a thin body, a stooped back, and poor clothes.
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