Fantasy One Second Billions Of Gods

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The spirit weapon the sword cultivator was carrying came out of its sheath with a loud sound, but a heavy palm rested on his shoulder. The energy in his body suddenly became difficult to circulate, as if it was stuck.

But he is a monk who has always been silent and taciturn.

This person... can defeat ten people in a row and enter the top 100. As expected, everyone is easy to mess with.

The fat Taoist also chuckled, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Don't fall for his trick and make a blind move to get yourself killed. This man is also ranked first in transforming dragons, so he shouldn't be underestimated!"

As he said this, he glanced at Yang Changan intentionally, and the mocking meaning was self-evident.

The sword cultivator just walked down the slope and retreated: "You dare to show your face here with your clumsy tactics of provoking generals?"

Hua Yunfei shook his head, feeling very helpless. Why is this person so mentally inflated?

"I'm just laughing at you. Don't think too much. There's no need to provoke you to deal with you!" With a ferocious smile on his face, Hua Yunfei disappeared in a flash.

"Not 28..." The fat Taoist was so horrified that he had no time to fight back, so he turned over and rolled away.

The next moment, a fist shadow appeared out of thin air, wrapped in the power of reincarnation, and hit the pretentious swordsman.

As the light and shadow flashed, the sword cultivator seemed to see himself being completely enveloped by the shadow of this fist in his past life, this life, and the next life, and shattered with one punch.

The black and powerful man roared angrily and stepped forward with an ax to protect his teammates.

However, he was thrown far away with his axe, flipping over and unable to control himself. If the fat Taoist hadn't caught him, he would have been eliminated.

The monk chanted the Buddha's name and blessed the sword cultivator with a layer of golden light. He retreated violently and did not dare to stand side by side with him.

"My unique skills haven't been used yet, and my Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan has not been shown yet. I still want to marry the princess and reach the top. How..." There are thousands of emotions in my mind, passing by but I can't control myself. body of.

He could only watch the golden light of his body shattering inch by inch, and the fist that was as slow as a turtle slowly sank into his body, and then his vision went dark.

But in the eyes of the audience, in an instant, the sword cultivator's legs were invincible, he fell to his knees, lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

At this time, the golden light blessed by the monk shattered and dissipated in the air. Beads of sweat oozed from the monk's bald head, and he was chanting Amitabha Buddha: "Donor, it's just a discussion, why do you need to be so cruel!"

The referee came on stage and checked carefully, but could not find out where the injury was.

Because he was unconscious, the referee determined that he was disqualified, and he was carried off the field and handed over to the care of the elders of Wanjian Sect.

"Bald donkey, if you're scared, just retreat on your own!" Hua Yunfei chuckled and looked at the fat Taoist: "You rolled quite smoothly. It seems you have practiced a lot!"

"Do you think you can be complacent by defeating a loser?"

The fat Taoist's face also became fierce, and he was obviously not as relaxed as he said: "Everyone, you'd better cheer up, otherwise you won't even be able to defeat an Eastern Wasteland Dragon Transformation monk, and I'm afraid you will become a laughing stock in the future."

"Hoo~ tear this monkey apart!"

"The young monk has no intention of fame or fortune, but this battle must be won!"

Hua Yunfei became slightly interested: "Are you finally going to come up with something real?"

The fat Taoist's aura was deep and dark, with a hint of devouring intent. The black and strong giant exudes a wild atmosphere, similar to Gu Jingtian, but a little different.

The monk was shining like a gold-plated Buddha statue, majestic and peaceful.

The fat Taoist took a deep breath, his abdomen sunk deeply, and he opened his mouth to spit out a stream of black smoke, which was like substance, hitting his face directly.

"What move are you doing..." Hua Yunfei dodged slightly, and the black smoke column passed by. The fat Taoist suddenly clasped his hands together, and the smoke column exploded. There were billowing smoke and dust along the way, and the layers of his breasts were completely wrapped in it.

"Quick, my smoke formation won't be able to trap him for long!"

Urging Hei Zhuang to take action, the fat Taoist secretly wondered: "Why is there no real energy feedback and no real energy inhalation?"

His smoking of spirit demon smoke is just a small trick. How can it be compared with Hua Yunfei's sky-swallowing demon skill?

Hua Yunfei felt the slight pulling force on his body, sneered, quietly operated the Heaven Swallowing Demon Technique, sucked the smoke column into his body, and then spit it out. While I was having a great time, there was a slight vibration from the ground.

This is an arena blessed by formations. It seems like something extraordinary is coming!

843 was Hei Zhuang. After hearing the fat Taoist's request, he rushed over with thunderous steps and a giant axe.

Every time he took a step, his body lit up a little bit. When he started running, red flames actually appeared in his body, making him like a flame troll, wielding a flaming battle ax and burning everything in front of him.

The monk did not take action, but waved his hand to create a halo of buffs, hitting the running Hei Zhuang.

The body surface is overflowing with gold, with bloody flames, and the black man is like a prehistoric tyrannosaurus, rushing towards the thickest part of the black smoke.

The fat Taoist guides him, but if he can fly, he is in the smoke and dust of Chinese medicine!

Roaring, he swung the giant ax in his hand, with a terrifying air current, spinning in circles and cutting into the smoke. Heizhuang's body continued to grow, and the pressure on his body became more and more powerful.

The originally tall figure has increased three to four times, and the arrogant aura has also increased three to four times. I don't know what the secret technique is.

"He is really desperate. I don't know what you promised, but he is so desperate!"

The monk glanced at the complacent fat Taoist, closed his eyes and chanted sutras, wondering who he was trying to save. .