A battle of magical powers sounded complicated, but it was actually very simple. It was nothing more than the superimposition of one's cultivation base and magical power. Now, Fang Xing's cultivation base was lower than any of his opponents, and even his comprehension of the Celestial Method was inferior to his opponent's. But was there really no way for him to defend himself? That was not entirely the case. After all, he had once seen someone who was half a step into the Great Dao. From this point, he was much stronger than those who relied on resources to form their Nascent Soul and only relied on comprehending the Celestial Method left behind by the Celestial Ancestor. It was just that even he had not realized it before …
The Demon Ancestor's words had exposed him in his dreams. Instantly, Fang Xing's heart was filled with ruthlessness!
"Bastards, taking turns to fight me is very satisfying, right? Then let me show you what I'm capable of …"
As he thought of this, a vigorous aura rose from the bottom of his heart. Fang Xing's eyes instantly turned blood-red. Then, the six arms of his Dharma Idol danced in the air. The Demon Sword instantly erupted with a terrifying killing intent and slashed toward the Nascent Soul of the Meng Family, Meng Yunzhe. This sword was simply putting his life on the line. Previously, he was exchanging injuries for injuries, but now, he was exchanging his own life for the injuries of others. He did not care about himself at all. But it was also because of this that the power of this sword far exceeded what it was before, and it instantly shattered countless mountains.
"This little demon is desperate and wants to fight me to the death …"
The eyes of the Nascent Soul of the Meng Family, Meng Yunzhe, flashed. In an instant, he made the right choice. His Dharma Idol sank into the ground, and he used the Great Kun Yuan Celestial Method of the Meng Family. It was said that the Celestial Ancestor of the Meng Family had cultivated this method to the extreme, and he could even control the stars and directly refine them into his own power. Although Meng Yunzhe's comprehension of this method was still shallow, he could still bury himself into the ground. If Fang Xing wanted to kill him with this sword, he would first have to split the ground. It was as if he was using the ground as his shield.
"These Celestial Methods of the ancient clans are indeed powerful …"
Fang Xing's eyes were gloomy, and he praised in his heart. He knew that this group of people was indeed not easy to deal with. However, it only took a moment. He didn't slash at the ground randomly, but waved one of his hands in the air. With a rumble, the sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds, and a heavy rain fell, covering a radius of dozens of miles. The raindrops carried sword will and fell on the ground continuously. Meng Yunzhe burrowed into the ground. The amazing thing was that he could come out from any place at any time and continue the battle. As for Fang Xing, he used the rain to break through the ground, and the raindrops carried sword will. Even if they couldn't hurt Meng Yunzhe, they could still make him look miserable.
And at this moment, Meng Yunzhe from the Meng Clan hadn't been taken down or even repelled. Fang Xing seemed to have gone mad. He laughed loudly and suddenly ignored Meng Yunzhe, who had burrowed into the ground. Instead, he turned around and rushed towards Madam Xuan, who was standing on a mountain peak in the east and watching the battle. He slashed with his sword and shouted, "Bitch, my Xiao Man hasn't returned yet, and you still dare to provoke me?"
Amidst the roar, the sword light fell like rain, slashing down.
"Sigh …"
Although Madam Xuan of Fuyao Palace had arrived, she didn't show any intention of fighting with Fang Xing. At this moment, when she saw this little devil taking the initiative to rush towards her, she felt a little helpless. She sighed softly and her figure scattered in all directions in an instant, turning into peach blossoms that scattered in the air. This was the Fragrance Incantation that she had comprehended when she was forming her Nascent Soul. They were Yaochi Fairies. Although they were of noble status, they couldn't cultivate the Palace Guarding Celestial Technique of Fuyao Palace. She had created this Fragrance Incantation because of this reason.
And her status in Yaochi was very high. She could even handle some of the affairs of Fuyao Palace. It was also because of her comprehension that the Fragrance Incantation was extraordinary. It already had a hint of the Celestial Technique. If it wasn't for the fact that the quality of her Yuanying was not high, that she was only a Nascent Soul, and that her future achievements were not looked upon favorably by others, Yaochi would not have been willing to let her marry. They might even have helped her become the next Master of Yaochi.
"Boom!"
The petals scattered in all directions and floated formlessly. Fang Xing's sword slashed through the air. The sword light was like a tidal wave, and it actually split the mountain peak beneath her into two.
"Sigh, I don't want to be your enemy. I even want to resolve the misunderstanding between us. It's just that you've caused too much trouble this time. You've directly disrupted the order of the entire Divine Prefecture. Fuyao Palace can't just sit back and do nothing, so I have no choice but to make this trip!"
Fourth Madam Xuan's voice came from the air, but her figure was nowhere to be seen.
This time, she had come in person, and her strength was obviously much stronger than the last time.
However, if he wanted to continue fighting with her, Fang Xing could still put up a fight. But no one knew what he was thinking. At this critical juncture, he actually ignored Fourth Madam Xuan. He bent his body, and his Qi and blood surged. A faint golden light actually bloomed around his body. It was the magical power of Buddhism. Then, he controlled the Heaven's Thunder with both his hands, and used the Dharma to activate the power of the Divine Thunder. It covered the sky and covered the earth as it struck toward Yuan Shaomo. When Yuan Shaomo saw that he had forced Fourth Madam Xuan to make a move, he originally wanted to rush over to stop her. But now, he could only temporarily float away to avoid the Heaven's Thunder.
"And you, you bastard, eat my foot!"
After dragging Yuan Shaomo in, Fang Xing deliberately acted as if he was courting death. He displayed his Unfettered Movement Technique to the extreme. He took a few steps in the air and suddenly rushed to the head of Han Jianxiao of the Han Clan. With one step, his whole body seemed to have turned into a huge mountain, pressing down on him. Facing such an insulting attack, Han Jianxiao was enraged. His iron spear was like a dragon, pointing straight to the sky, wanting to tear a hole in him. However, after one attack, Fang Xing immediately stopped and slapped Bu Jizi of the Heavenly Mystery Palace who was beside him …
"I hate you bunch of fortune-tellers …"
"Haha …"
Bu Jizi had a youthful face and white hair, and looked like an old immortal. He was speechless to be called a fortune-teller, but he did not want to fight with Fang Xing. His body moved slightly, and he avoided Fang Xing's slap. He still did not intend to make a move.
"Coward …"
Fang Xing did not chase after him. He cursed angrily and rushed toward the sixth person. He displayed the Siege Technique recorded in the Formation-Breaking Scripture, and the space behind him turned into a battlefield. Endless killing intent was added to his body, making him look like a ferocious god. He slashed at that person three times in a row, and each strike was fatal. He was furious, and he even cursed, "You bastard, why do you look so familiar?"
That person looked like a young man with a malicious expression. His cultivation was at the Great Yuanying Stage, but his Yuanying grade was only at the Nascent Soul level. He looked at Fang Xing with the most intense hatred among all of them. He had thought that when Fang Xing came to fight with him, he would loudly reprimand him for his past sins. He did not expect that Fang Xing had forgotten about him, and only felt that he looked familiar …
In an instant, the anger in his heart was so strong that he almost exploded.
"Devil, you've challenged the Ten Pilgrimage Formations in the North Region, killed our orthodoxy's Divine Child, and destroyed our tribe's fortune. Have you forgotten?"
As he spoke in a towering rage, he kept retreating, unwilling to take Fang Xing's attack head-on. However, he still cursed fiercely.
"The North Region of the Divine Prefecture …"
Fang Xing was stunned when he heard that. Then, he came to a sudden realization and said, "Ah, that's right, you're the master of the Path of Yin Spirits …"
"F * ck you, master of the Path of Yin Spirits …"
The malevolent-looking young man almost fainted from anger. There was no need to mention the rage in his heart …
Who in the world did not know that the master of the Path of Yin Spirits was a woman …
Did this bastard really not recognize him, or did he say that on purpose to anger him?
"I'll strike you to death …"
Accompanied by endless rage, his Dharma Form expanded endlessly. He held a small seal in his hands and raised it high into the air. Then, he flipped the seal over like a mountain and struck it toward Fang Xing. Before it landed, the seal was already bursting with endless lightning …
"This magic item is powerful …"
Seeing that, Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat. He immediately used the Carefree Movement Technique and retreated, but he looked at the last person.
In just a flash, he had attacked six people in a row. Now, only the last one was left …
The last person was from the Small Celestial Realm of Lihen Heaven. It was unknown what his status was, but judging from his cultivation, he was at the upper level of the Nascent Soul Sovereign Realm. His Qi was even more terrifying. Seeing how Fang Xing attacked six people in a row, everyone knew that Fang Xing's next target would be him. However, he looked as if nothing had happened. His eyes were faint and even had a hint of mockery. He looked at Fang Xing with disdain.
"It's clear that he's already prepared and waiting for me to beat him up …"
Fang Xing glanced at him, but stopped in midair. He stared at him fixedly, and suddenly cursed, "F * ck your grandpa …"
After cursing, he turned around and ran away …
The cultivator from the Small Celestial Realm who was ready to attack was startled. It was a bit unexpected, but then a thick murderous aura rose. How could someone of his status be insulted like this? This had angered him. Fang Xing didn't attack him, but he took the initiative to attack. He groaned and raised his hand to grab Fang Xing. That palm was endless, like the attack of a god!
Seven people!
It would have been difficult to deal with one of them, but Fang Xing didn't want to die. He provoked seven people in an instant.
This immediately put him in an extremely dangerous situation. Now, in order to avoid the grab of the cultivator from the Small Celestial Realm, he had already escaped to the center. But coincidentally, he was standing in the middle of the great cultivators. Soon, the great cultivators reacted and all kinds of divine light and celestial spells attacked him. He was trapped in the center, like an ant that was about to be drowned …
"It's time …"
In what seemed to be the most dangerous situation, Fang Xing was the calmest. He slowly let out a breath and raised his hands!
At this moment, the color of heaven and earth suddenly changed. An indescribably strange environment appeared around him …
The heaven and earth seemed to have turned into a great array, and he was in the middle of the array, controlling all the power in the world!
Fang Xing muttered in a low voice, "I'll let all of you witness my half-step Great Dao Technique …"
Suddenly, he saw that the opponent was so fast and was already in front of him. His expression immediately changed, "… Damn, there's no time to think of a name. Let's fight first!"
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