"Huff, huff …"
Afterimages of their fists flew around for a long time.
Only then did the two figures separate.
Fang Xian's breathing became heavy, and the sound of flowing water came from his body. "Old monk, you're amazing!"
Inside the crater, Monk Zhifan's robe was torn to shreds, revealing his jade-like skin. The stones from the explosion that landed on his body were turned to dust without leaving a single wound.
Fang Xian was also a physique cultivator, but this was the first time he had seen someone tougher and stronger than him!
'This Monk Zhifan's protective divine ability is able to withstand a full-powered attack from an Honorable Master. Chu Kuangren must've been entangled by him, unable to escape, and then killed by Daoist Jian's flying sword! '
"You're not bad yourself."
Monk Zhifan formed a seal with his right hand like the Wheel of Wishes, and his left hand wielded the Exorcism Pestle. He looked like a Wisdom King from the legends!
"Looks like I'll have to use my real skills."
Fang Xian stretched.
At the same time, the Three-Eyed Demonic White Tiger appeared behind him and let out a ferocious roar.
Its huge body, black and red patterns, and ferocious evil eyes all had a terrifying impact on the mind.
"Is … is this real?"
"A Grandmaster's mind can interfere with matter?"
"This is no longer martial arts. It's a divine ability!"
The onlooking Grandmasters and Innate Masters retreated again and again.
Fang Xian ignored them. Ever since his White Tiger's Seven Slaughter Evil Technique reached the fourth level, his white tiger had become even more demonic.
As soon as it appeared, even Monk Zhifan was a little dazed.
"Tiger Soul-Searching Claw!"
Fang Xian took a step forward. His right hand seemed to tear the world apart as it merged with the white tiger's claw.
Puff!
Under the claw, Monk Zhifan flew backward and looked at his chest.
There, the golden light shattered, leaving behind a few faint traces of blood.
"Oh no!"
The Sword Daoist's expression changed when he saw this.
It was obvious that Monk Zhifan was at a disadvantage against the White Tiger Star Lord!
"Take another punch from me!"
Amidst his laughter, the white tiger behind Fang Xian merged with his body, and he suddenly threw seven punches.
Seven fist winds gathered in mid-air and turned into one punch.
White Tiger's Seven Killing Fist!
Monk Zhifan put his hands together and slowly pushed them outwards, as if he was pushing something extremely heavy.
When the fist and the palm collided, there was no excess energy, but Monk Zhifan took a step back.
Pa!
A deep footprint appeared on the ground.
He retreated again and again until he took seven steps back. Only then did he completely dissolve the seven streams of energy contained in his punch.
Suddenly, his face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Monk Zhifan, you are no match for me."
Fang Xian's face was as calm as an ancient well. "Do you want to die by my hands today, or do you want to come at me together?"
"Brother Buddha!"
Daoist Jian shouted, "This man is a demon, today is not a fair duel!"
"Guards!"
Monk Zhifan finally said in a deep voice, "Set up the Vajra Demon Subduing Arhat Formation!"
"As you command!"
The 108 Innate Arhat monks and the six Bodhisattvas who had been waiting for a long time immediately flew out and surrounded Fang Xian, setting up a great formation.
The formation was extremely tight. It seemed to connect the breathing, cultivation, and even mental energy of these monks. It was watertight.
"Great!"
Fang Xian praised. The White Tiger Dharma Form reappeared.
This time, it was not just mental interference. A thin layer of blood-colored mist spread at the same time.
"Subdue the demon!"
The Arhats roared in unison and swung their staffs. They were like giants with thousands of arms and eyes.
The formation moved, trapping the White Tiger within.
…
"One Grandmaster, six Grandmasters, and 108 Connate Cultivators forming the formation …"
Outside, Yu Longjiao's face was pale. "Fang Xian, you idiot, why aren't you running?"
"What a pity … White Tiger Star Lord is a hero of his generation, but he will die here today." Ice Soul Fairy's face flashed with hatred.
"Maybe Fairy is wrong …"
The Crimson Ape Sect's new sect leader said, "Xue Guhong could last nine days and nine nights. This White Tiger Star Lord can at least last six or seven days, right? He won't die today … "
After all, there was no Monk Zhifan in charge of the formation back then!
…
For Grandmasters, no, even Connate Cultivators, going without food or drink for a few days was nothing.
This unprecedented battle made them unwilling to leave even half a step.
Three days later.
The moon hung in the sky.
"Eh?"
The Sword Cultivator was a Grandmaster after all. He was the first to feel that something was wrong. "Why … is the Connate Staff Monk showing signs of exhaustion?"
That was impossible.
Connate Cultivators had long meridians. They could even fight Xue Guhong for nine days and nine nights!
Of course, this was partly because of the formation. Within the formation, not everyone had to fight the enemy and could retreat and rest.
But no matter what, they should not be exhausted after three days!
"Isn't the mist getting thicker?"
A Grandmaster looked at the White Tiger Dharma Form that was still full of vigor in the formation and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
He was referring to the blood mist around the White Tiger Dharma Form.
It was normal for there to be mist in the mountains, but this blood mist was very unusual.
Moreover, it was getting thicker.
"This …"
Yu Longjiao looked at the formation, equally shocked.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the formation came to a stop.
Visible to the naked eye, a white tiger with three evil eyes roared at the moon.
White Tiger Howling at the Moon!
The sound waves rolled. At the same time, the faces of the Connate Staff Monks in the formation seemed to be thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Master … I, I …"
One of the Staff Monks wobbled. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and fell.
As soon as he fell, he turned into a dried corpse. It was as if all his flesh and blood had disappeared.
With the moon, the White Tiger, and the blood mist … every monk in the formation felt a chill in their hearts.
"Demon! Demon! "
Monk Zhifan stared at Fang Xian and roared.
In his eyes, the current Fang Xian was definitely a Great Demon that was a thousand times more terrifying than Xue Guhong.
"Say what you want. It doesn't matter to me anymore."
Fang Xian let out a long roar. His True Qi did not seem to be depleted at all.
At the same time. Bang, bang, bang!
Another three Connate Staff Monks fell to the ground and turned into dried corpses.
A flaw appeared in the Vajra Arhat Demon Suppression Formation. Fang Xian saw it, but he did not care and continued to guard the formation.
Ding!
Suddenly, there was the sound of a sword.
A green sword aura flew out of nowhere and was about to slash at Fang Xian's body!
The Sword Cultivator!
The Martial Grandmaster finally could not hold it in and attacked!
"Haha, I've been waiting for you."
Fang Xian laughed. Waves of blood rippled from the White Tiger's body.
This was the effect he had learned after the Seven Slaughter White Tiger Evil Skill reached the fourth level.
Simply put, it was a force field that affected the surroundings and was enough to slow down the speed of a flying sword.
…
"Is it really a flying sword?"
Yu Longjiao looked at the scene and opened her mouth. "Today's battle will definitely be sung by the Pugilistic World … It's a battle between immortals and demons! But the righteous sects are so shameless! "
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