From the moment Zhao Changhe took Fang Xing's first punch, the battle situation had officially reversed. He had successfully transformed from a god-like Divine Son of Talisman Tools Dao, surrounded by lightning, into a human punching bag. After being bombarded by Fang Xing's punches one after another, he was beaten so badly that he could not even recover. In the end, Fang Xing rode on top of him and punched him with two punches. It was a tragic sight.
In the beginning, Zhao Changhe was furious and cursing. Later, he clenched his teeth and endured it. Then, he involuntarily groaned and finally screamed. He really couldn't bear it anymore. Fang Xing also opened up his temper. He punched Zhao Changhe to his heart's content.
Ah! Ah! Ah! ...
Howl! Howl! Howl! ...
In the current situation, it was not that the cultivators of Nan Zhan and the disciples of the Talisman Blacksmith Path had slowed down their battle. Instead, no one made a move. They were all staring blankly at the battlefield. There were even many people who could not understand why the Divine Son of the Talisman Blacksmith Path, who had the upper hand, was suddenly captured by that little devil and beaten up. He was thrown into the sea of clouds from the void, and then came out from the sea of clouds again. He punched, kicked, kneed, headbutted, and sometimes even threw himself onto the ground. Every move and every move had a monstrous strength that could even destroy a mountain.
The Divine Son of the Talisman Crafts Dao was definitely extraordinary. He lived up to his name as a genius combat cultivator. Not only did he cultivate the Thunder Technique to the extreme, but his body was also tempered by the Thunder Technique and became extremely strong. He could fight and resist, and his life force was top-notch. From all aspects, he could be said to be the strongest opponent Fang Xing had ever met since he formed his Gold Core. However, no matter how strong he was, he could not take so many heavy blows. His bones had been crushed into powder. He could not even form a hand seal, let alone use the Thunder Technique. His finger bones had been broken into pieces.
"Save Senior Brother Zhao..."
After a long time, a Divine Son of the Talisman Crafts Dao suddenly woke up from this terrifying scene and shouted with all his might.
In an instant, the disciples of the Talisman Crafts Dao gave up on their opponents and rushed over to save Zhao Changhe.
"Get past us first!"
The Nan Zhan cultivators shouted and started to chase after the Talisman Tools Path disciple.
When Fang Xing saw this scene, his eyes turned cold. He waved his hand and a Petrification Talisman appeared in the air and turned into a black stone tablet. Wei Weifeng floated in the air and pushed Zhao Changhe to the stone tablet. He pulled out the spear that had penetrated his body from his chest and stabbed it into Zhao Changhe's chest, nailing him to the stone tablet. Then he continued to pull out several long weapons, such as the Black Giant Sword and the Bloodthirsty Saber, and stabbed them into Zhao Changhe's body.
"Who's not afraid of death? Come!"
Facing a disciple of the Talisman Crafts Dao who was at the front, Fang Xing turned around and pulled out the Black Giant Sword from Zhao Changhe's body. He cut him in half and then stabbed the sword into Zhao Changhe's body. He took out the Bloodthirsty Saber and chopped off the head of the second disciple of the Talisman Crafts Dao who was rushing over. His actions were fast and ruthless, and his method was even more strange. It was as if he was using Zhao Changhe as a weapon.
The true disciples of the Talisman Tools Path were being held up by Wang Qiong and the other young masters of the Nan Zhan. The rest of the disciples were too weak compared to Fang Xing. If they came forward, they would only be seeking death. Fang Xing brandished all kinds of weapons and killed seven to eight disciples of the Talisman Tools Path. He also made Zhao Changhe suffer the pain of being pierced by weapons seven to eight times. This ferocity caused the rest of the disciples of the Talisman Tools Path to be shocked and stopped their momentum of coming to help.
Fang Xing's current appearance was also extremely miserable. The injuries on his body were shocking. After a fierce battle with Zhao Changhe, his injuries were far more serious than anyone could imagine. If he did not have the strongest inner body among the cultivators of the same generation and the one month of training by the Dragon God, he would have been defeated by Zhao Changhe's thunder technique. The fact that he was able to hold on until now was mostly due to his own ferocity.
However, the others felt that he could not hold on any longer. However, his ferocity did not diminish and it was hard to fathom.
Fang Xing laughed and vomited a mouthful of blood. He waved his sleeve and wiped it away. The ancient sword in his hand pierced into Zhao Changhe's body. He sat down cross-legged next to the stone tablet as if in urgent need of rest. Zhao Changhe was already lifeless at this moment. When the ancient sword pierced through his body, he let out a muffled groan and raised his hand slightly as if he wanted to say something. However, because of his heavy injuries, he could only raise his hand halfway before it drooped down.
Zhao Changhe, the dignified Divine Son of the Talisman Blacksmith Sect, whose cold, arrogant, and ferocious reputation had spread throughout the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture, was now in an extremely miserable state. He had been nailed to the stone tablet by Fang Xing like a piece of rotten meat. Until now, he did not even know how he had lost to Fang Xing. However, deep in his heart, he had a vague feeling that if they were to fight again, he would probably still lose to this little devil.
It was not that his thunder technique was not refined enough, nor was it that his physical body was not strong enough. It was just that he was not as ferocious as this little devil!
It was hard for him to imagine how someone could withstand so many lightning bolts and charge over to punch him. It was also hard to imagine that someone who had clearly suffered so many lightning bolts and suffered a spear that pierced through his chest still had such ferocity and strength. Punch after punch made it hard for him to defend, and after nailing him to the stone tablet, he could still unleash his ferocity and continuously kill seven or eight disciples of the Talisman Tools Path who came to rescue him. He killed so hard that no one dared to come forward to rescue him.
With a flip of his hand, he took out a storage bag that was specially used to store medicine for radiotherapy injuries. Fang Xing took out a handful of healing pills made from Blood Lotus Seeds and swallowed them in one breath. He let the medicine dissolve and provide him with the medicinal power to use the Wood Technique to heal his injuries. Then, he stood up and looked into the distance. He saw that in the eighth formation, there were still a few people fighting fiercely. It was hard to tell who would win or lose.
"Kill!"
Fang Xing turned around and tied a chain to the stone tablet around his waist. Then, he pulled out the huge black sword and the Blood Drinker Saber from Zhao Changhe's body. With a roar, he rushed out. Zhao Changhe was nailed to the stone tablet. As he rushed out, he was pulled out like a kite. As for Fang Xing, he waved his sword and saber into a huge black and white lotus. Everywhere he passed, blood flowed like a river.
"Get lost!"
The hammer-wielding woman who was fighting fiercely with Li Ying was evenly matched, but Fang Xing fiercely rushed over like a demon. The woman's heart jumped, and she hurriedly swung her hammer, wanting to smash Fang Xing, but the sword and saber slashed on the hammer. That powerful force shocked the woman's Qi and blood to flow in the opposite direction, and her Dan light dimmed. Then, she was sneak attacked by Li Ying from behind, and her body was sent flying.
"Aiya, I really admire you. In this world, other than my sister, you are the fiercest!"
Li Ying turned back to look at Fang Xing and sighed.
"How disappointing. In this world, the person who has the most reason to be fierce is you …"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes at Li Ying. He did not have time to say more. He shouted, "Come with me. Let's break this formation!"
"Alright!"
Li Ying became excited and laughed out loud. Then, he followed behind Fang Xing on his ghostly aura.
Boom!
When the two of them joined together, their aura became even more powerful. However, the direct disciple who was fighting fiercely with Han Ying was so shocked that he was distracted. Facing Fang Xing and Li Ying who were charging towards him, he did not dare to continue fighting, afraid that he would be surrounded. However, in this moment of distraction, Han Ying took advantage of the opportunity. Suddenly, a long spear that was surrounded by green gas spiraled towards him and pierced through his body. He fell with a roar.
Ordinary cultivators did not have Fang Xing's ability to fight with his chest and abdomen pierced through, nor did they have such ruthlessness. Even if he was a Golden Core cultivator and had great vitality, this spear strike would not take his life, but it would still severely injure him. He would not be able to continue fighting for a while.
"Let's go!"
Han Ying did not chase after him. He flew into the air and merged with Fang Xing and Li Ying.
With the three of them together, their aura rose again. They turned around in the air and rushed out again. They joined hands and rushed towards an opponent who was fighting with You Mi. At this moment, the big Golden Crow, who had been hiding somewhere and slacking off, also rushed out. It cawed loudly and joined up with Fang Xing and the others. The group of juniors were like an invincible army. Their aura grew stronger and stronger. They were invincible in the eighth formation.
"There's no need for you to come over. I can kill him myself!"
Just as she was about to go over to help Wang Qiong, the arrogant woman shouted out her refusal. She waved the Wind and Fire Wheels crazily and slashed towards Xie Linfuan, who was already filled with fear. It seemed that she was determined to become famous today and use Xie Linfuan, who was one of the Seven Sons of the Three Daos, as a stepping stone. Seeing this, Fang Xing laughed out loud, expressing his understanding. He turned around and charged in another direction.
Wherever he passed, the disciples of the Talisman Tools Dao would either surrender, be killed, or flee.
"Heh, I originally wanted to break the formation, but he still stole the credit!"
While Zhu Xiu was fighting, Li Hongyi was leading a few Nan Zhan juniors who were proficient in array formations to deduce the principles of the array. However, when he raised his head, he saw that Fang Xing and the others were happily killing, and all the disciples of the Talisman Tools Dao would die if they did not surrender. However, he could only bitterly laugh and give up on the idea of continuing to break the array. If this situation continued, there was no need for her to break the array anymore.
"I admit defeat …"
In this kind of situation, Xie Linfuan no longer had the mood to fight with this fierce and ruthless Nan Zhan woman. He also knew that even if he won, it would be useless, so he chose to admit defeat. At the same time, he retreated thirty meters away.
"You!"
Wang Qiong was a little dissatisfied, but she did not want to beat the dog when he was down, so she reluctantly put away her wheels.
The outcome was set, and the disciples of the Talisman Tools Dao were not fools. The Divine Son had already been taken down, and the core disciples were either dead or injured, so the other disciples would not ask for trouble. One by one, they suppressed the sadness and anger in their hearts and hid in a corner. As for the Nan Zhan juniors, they also rushed to meet up with Fang Xing and the others. However, when they looked up, they realized that almost half of the people were gone. It could be said that there were heavy casualties.
"What is going on?"
At the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain, whether it was the Nan Zhan juniors or the cultivators of the Northern Region, they were all nervous and concerned about the situation of the array.
"Why do I feel that something is wrong …"
The Path Master of the Path of Yin Spirit also had a deep look in his eyes as he muttered to himself.
Even the Path Master of the Talisman Tools Dao did not have the confidence he had at the beginning. He frowned and said to himself, "This doesn't make sense. The gourd from the Celestial Realm was given to Chang He. Who else in the Golden Core realm could be his match?"
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