Fantasy: Traveling To The Exciting World Written By Yourself

"interesting.

Fang Yan did not take out the Qixuan Snow Knife this time, which would be too bullying.

The most critical thing.

Fang Yan found that the Dragon Phoenix Destruction Fist could no longer keep up with his rhythm and needed to evolve, so he needed to practice hard.

The Dragon Phoenix Destruction Fist has a total of thirteen moves, and the last four moves are not complete.

The first nine postures are complete, allowing Fang Yan to practice to the formless state.

This really doesn't keep up with the pace.

Fang Yan needs to complete the last four moves, and also needs to use them as a basis to comprehend stronger moves, just like the Qixuan Sword Technique.

Holy magic is Fang Yan's current pursuit, not god-level martial arts secrets anymore.

Martial arts has become a thing of the past.

Shengdao Tuan is Fang Yan’s future.

"Let me see how strong Yuancheng's bloody hand is.

Before he finished speaking, Fang Yan punched in the air.

"Dragon-Phoenix Destruction Fist, hundreds of birds come towards the Phoenix!"

With one punch, hundreds of birds swarmed and turned into a lifelike phoenix. Even if the two were thousands of meters apart, they were still there in the blink of an eye.

"Little tricks!"

Seeing this, the bloody-hand madman raised his eyebrows. He actually used such a weak punch. This was disrespectful to him.

"Dancing Phoenix and Flying Dragon!"

Before Fang Yan could retract the first punch, Fang Yan had already thrown the second punch.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

The third punch!

"The dragon roars in the box!"

The fourth punch!

"The dragon roars and the phoenix roars!"

The fifth punch!

"Ming Feng Chaoyang!"

The sixth punch!

"The clouds startle the dragon!"

The seventh punch!

"Feng Zhu Long Pan!"

The eighth punch!

"Control the Phoenix and the Crane!"

The ninth punch!

"Phoenix is ​​signing!"

The tenth punch!

"Dragons fight in the wild!"

The eleventh punch!

"Kinglong has regrets!"

The twelfth punch!

"Dragon and Phoenix are destroyed!"

The thirteenth punch!

Fang Yan performed all thirteen moves of the Dragon Phoenix Destruction Fist in one breath, including the incomplete four moves at the end.

In an instant, the sky with a radius of thousands of miles was covered by the violent fist power.

The void showed distortions visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to be torn apart at any time.

At this moment, the bloody-handed maniac finally became serious.

One breath, thirteen punches, is this really something that the physical body of Taiqingjing can withstand?

obviously.

Absolutely not!

Every punch Fang Yan throws is a god-level punch!

"Body training?!"

The bloody-hand maniac suddenly realized something and was shocked, but he had no time to think.

"Reaching for stars with bloody hands!"

A pair of bloody hands immediately grabbed it out, and the violent void suddenly became quiet, as if it was squeezed by the bloody hands, forming a point.

"boom!"

A loud noise came from the bloody hand.

The bloody-handed maniacs immediately flew several miles away, and the group stopped.

Fang Yan didn't move at all.

"How can it be?!"

The bloody-hand fanatics were so shocked when they saw this scene that their jaws almost dropped.

"Impossible?! The physical strength of this body is at least the semi-saint level?!"

The bloody-hand maniac's expression at this moment was as if he had seen a ghost.

It is simply outrageous how someone with a cultivation level in the Taiqing Realm could have the physical strength of the third level of immortality.

However.

The facts in front of him told the bloody-handed maniac that all this was true.

At this moment, the bloody-handed madman remembered something.

It is really possible that Fang Yan slaughtered the entire Bloody Hand Cult.

"escape!"

Without any hesitation, the bloody-handed maniac turned around and left without any hesitation.

"escape?"

Fang Yan had no intention of catching up. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he was remembering something.

Just now, Fang Yan suddenly had an idea when he saw the bloody hand reaching for the stars.

He must seize this.

next moment.

Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of dark eyes that seemed to contain a starry sky.

"With some Arrancar..."

Fang Yan murmured to himself.

"Dragon Phoenix Divine Destroying Fist, Star Dragon Air Explosion!"

Without hesitation, Fang Yan punched in the direction of the bloody-handed madman who could no longer see his figure.

"Boom!"

With a loud sound, a terrifying force burst out from the fist, directly seeping into the void.

"boom!"

In the distance, there was an explosion, which spread throughout Xu Tian.

A shadow of blood came from a distance.

It was the corpse of the bloody-handed maniac.

The bloody-handed fanatic is dead!

He was punched to death by Fang Yan directly from the air!

Until the moment of death, the bloody-handed fanatic didn't know what happened.

He died a miserable death!

Die with your eyes open!

The next moment, Huangquanhetu took back the body of the bloody-handed maniac.

The corpse of Longevity and Eight Transformations is so beautiful!

Brigitte was in a good mood.

In this way, it should be able to return to 10% of its strength.

Even if the saint takes action, he still has enough power to protect himself.

"You are indeed a body-refiner."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Wuji appeared in front of Fang Yan, looking at the new Son of God curiously.

Fang Yan just smiled slightly.

"The punch you just punched must have been a holy technique, right?"

Wu Wuji felt a little eager to try.

"yes.

Fang Yan knew that he couldn't hide it from a strong person like Wu Wuji, but he just realized that it was not perfect yet> he would definitely have a good relationship again after this matter is over.

...Please give me flowers...

"If you have a chance, let's discuss it."

Wu Wuji made no secret of his desire to fight.

"no problem."

Fang Yan did not refuse.

Competing with a strong man like Wu Wuji would be of great benefit to Fang Yan himself.

Wu Wuji obviously saw that Fang Yan's physical strength was at the semi-saint level, so he naturally didn't show any pretense.

Half Saint with spiritual power!

Physical strength half saint!

Based on these two points, it can be completely ignored that Fang Yan's cultivation level is Taiqing realm.

With low cultivation, it can only be said that Fang Yan's long-term combat effectiveness is insufficient.

With the Holy Art Boxing Technique, explosive power is naturally not a problem.

"By the way, he is a bloody-handed fanatic?"

Wu Wuji changed the subject and asked seriously.

Fang Yan nodded.

"Sure enough, the Tianji Shen Pavilion needs a major overhaul."

Wu Wuji said profoundly.

Fang Yan smiled undeniably.

Even people like the bloody-handed madmen can join the Tianji Shen Pavilion. It can only be said that in the center of power of the Tianji Shen Pavilion, some people choose to commit suicide.

"Next, we have to find out the blood fate.

Fang Yan said solemnly.

Although he knew who Xue Ming was, he couldn't move for the time being.

The blood life has been sanctified and is hidden in the cabinet of Tianji Shen Pavilion.

It is too difficult to move someone from the cabinet.

Fang Yan plans to take advantage of the situation.

He can't move for the time being, but the cabinet of Tianji Shen Pavilion can.

But before that, some evidence is needed.

You can't just talk empty talk.

In the original novel, Xue Ming is a very strong villain, and Ye Fei almost fell into a fight with him.

"Blood life?"

Although Wu Wuji didn't quite know what the name meant, he had a rough guess that it might be related to the secret history of the Tianji Shen Pavilion.

"Go back first."

"good."

The next moment, Wu Wuji took Fang Yan directly back to the Tianji Competition Arena.

Since Dong Changqing ordered the sealing of this place, no news here could be spread.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

When Song Zimiao saw Fang Yan coming back, she went up to him and asked with concern.

"It's okay, but the hand maniac died alone

Fang Yan said.

"Are you planning to find out the bloody fate?"

Song Zimiao knew that it was the blood life that gave the bloody hand madman the inference that the innate water spirit body was related to Song Ziyao.

"Yeah."1

Fang Yan doesn’t hide anything.

Next, the drama of Fang Yan pretending to be a divine fortune teller was staged.

finally.

Of the more than one hundred council elders, seven actually committed suicide. .