Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Swoosh!

Almost in a flash, He Jiuling was close to Wei Fan. His speed was so terrifying that it could be said that he was the fastest one Wei Fan had ever seen.

Xie Cailin and Ji Qingyue in the distance didn't even see how he moved clearly. He had already approached Wei Fan, and his two arms turned into golden wings, crossing like a heavenly sword to kill Wei Fan!

"Speed?"

Wei Fan raised his eyebrows and punched directly at the place where the wings crossed.

Boom boom...

The next moment, the wave of destruction swept across, and everything within a hundred feet of the two people was instantly turned into dust. The smoke and dust like a dragon rose to the sky, almost breaking the formation.

Several large flags shook wildly, scattering endless brilliance.

"You go and stabilize the formation!"

Niu Dingtian shouted softly, and the shock wave of destruction passed over him like a breeze. Xiong Kaishan retreated to the vicinity of a large flag and held it up.

"The seven-color golden body is indeed terrifying!"

He showed a solemn look, his eyes passed through the smoke and dust, and saw a few feathers falling.

In the first collision, He Jiuling, the demon lord with the blood of the demon saint, was obviously at a disadvantage, and his physical body could not match Wei Fan.

You should know that Wei Fan has only forged the golden body for seven times, while He Jiuling, the demon lord with the blood of the demon saint, has completed the ninth forging of the golden body, and is also striving for the realm of demon king like him.

Boom boom boom...

He Jiuling flapped his wings, cutting out terrifying gullies on the ground, and sometimes cutting on the big formation, and the big formation was temporarily cut into cracks.

Wei Fan collided with him crazily. After more than a dozen moves, there were golden feathers everywhere, and He Jiuling's wings were a little bloody.

"Golden body of Crane Ancestor Demon Saint!"

He Jiuling's body swelled and instantly transformed into his original form. In an instant, he emitted a mysterious aura, and there seemed to be a tyrannical force between heaven and earth, covering him.

The Golden Body of the Demon Saint of Crane Ancestor, this is the Golden Body technique created by Crane Ancestor who founded the Xuanhe Sect in the past based on his own body of the Demon Saint. Only his descendants can practice it.

Once this technique is used, a trace of the Demon Saint's true form can be instantly obtained, and the attack power will increase dramatically.

Chirp!

Crane Jiuling let out a high-pitched hiss, and his pointed crane beak emitted the fluctuations of the top martial arts weapon, like a golden lightning that instantly disappeared from the spot.

His mouth is actually the magic weapon he tempered.

Wei Fan's pupils shrank slightly. The foundation of the Saint Sect is indeed not to be underestimated. He felt a repressive breath targeting his soul, which prevented him from fully exerting his will power.

In an instant, his spiritual sense sent him a warning. In addition to the repressive breath, Crane Jiuling's speed was also far faster than before under the blessing of the Golden Body of the Demon Saint of Crane Ancestor. Even he could not see clearly when his will power was suppressed.

He looked at He Jiuling's body, and a feeling of awe and fear emerged in his heart involuntarily. It seemed that what he saw was not a demon, but a demon saint who was invincible in the world.

"This golden body of the Hezu demon saint seemed to have communicated with an extraordinary existence, giving He Jiuling a suppressive force higher than my Yuanshen realm. The demon saint's skills are indeed not simple. It seems that my silver Yuanshen is not "divine" enough and cannot compete with the power of the demon saint."

When Wei Fan figured it out, the golden bell in his body shook, and the suppression brought by the demon saint's true form was isolated.

The next moment, his mind moved, and the ability of form following heart was activated.

Bo...

He Jiuling passed through Wei Fan, and the expected scene of blood splashing did not appear. What he passed through was just an illusion.

His pupils contracted violently: "When did he disappear?"

Wei Fan's speed was so terrifying that he didn't even know he disappeared. No wonder Wei Fan looked down on him when he relied on his speed to gallop before. It turned out that his speed had reached the point of appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

"Afterimage?"

Niu Dingtian's face was filled with horror. He also did not see how Wei Fan disappeared.

"Behind you!"

The next moment, the disappeared Wei Fan seemed to appear out of thin air, and suddenly appeared behind He Jiuling. His fist, which seemed to be cast in gold, seemed to pierce through the void, and slammed heavily on He Jiuling's back.

He reminded He Jiuling loudly that all these happened in a flash.

When his voice sounded, Wei Fan's fist, which weighed more than ten thousand pounds, had already hit He Jiuling.

The protective true essence instantly collapsed, and then blood splashed. He Jiuling was blasted into the ground like a cannonball. For a moment, the soil rolled like waves.

Niu Dingtian took a breath: "He was not suppressed by the true form of the demon saint!"

When He Jiuling first used the golden body of the demon saint of the crane ancestor, he clearly felt that Wei Fan's will and power were suppressed, and his breath fell.

But in just a moment, Wei Fan returned to normal, and was not affected by the true form of the demon saint at all.

"The disciple of the Saint Sect was suppressed by Wei Fan even after using the true form of the Demon Saint?"

On the other side, Zhou Wenli was horrified.

He had always thought that as the martial master of the royal family of Daqian, he looked down on Wei Fan and thought that Wei Fan was a poor fellow who was pushed out to die like Ji Qingyue.

Who would have thought that this man was actually Wei Fan, and the Wei Fan he saw at this moment was even more brutal than the rumors.

Bang!

Wei Fan showed his purple dragon-subduing golden body, turned over and sat on He Jiuling, picked up his casserole-sized fist and smashed it.

Bang!

With one punch, the pit sank another dozen meters, and waves of mud more than ten feet high rose on several sides.

He Jiuling wailed and flapped his wings violently.

"Stop!"

Niu Dingtian broke through the waves of mud, like a strong wind sweeping through him. The fork of the top-notch Martial Lord Divine Weapon in his hand struck hard at Wei Fan. His terrifying momentum was like Mount Tai pressing down on top, immediately suppressing the churning mud.

"Finally can't help but want to join us?"

Wei Fan grabbed He Jiuling under him, turned over and smashed Niu Dingtian's fork.

"Shameless!"

Niu Dingtian roared. Although he withdrew most of his power in time, the fork still knocked all the feathers from He Jiuling's body, but it also rescued He Jiuling from Wei Fan's hands.

"Kill him together!"

He Jiuling's eyes were about to burst. At this moment, he was like a featherless chicken, with many feathers falling off and scars all over his body.

As a direct disciple of the Xuanhe Sect, when had he ever been so humiliated, being ridden on his body and beaten.

Niu Dingtian, Xiong Kaishan and the other two demon masters with five-color golden bodies and nine refinements did not need his command at all, their power was already boiling and pouring out.

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, the five Demon Lords took action together, and the powerful force swept across like a landslide and tsunami, shattering everything in the world. Even the light curtain forming the large formation shattered into pieces, and the big flag had a tendency to explode.

"No, Wei Fan is in danger!"

Xie Cailin and Ji Qingyue felt their scalps tingle at the sight of the earth shattering in front of them, feeling that Wei Fan would be beaten to death in the next moment.

These are not one or two demon lords, but two six-color golden body nine-forged demon lords, three five-color golden body nine-forged demon lords who join forces to attack, and all of them hold top-notch martial arts weapons.

With such terrifying power, a city that could accommodate millions of people would be instantly wiped out and reduced to ruins.

They didn't know how Wei Fan felt when he was targeted by the attack, but even though they were two or three hundred feet apart, they were still shocked by the power fluctuations so that blood spurted from his mouth and his golden body cracked.

If Xie Cailin hadn't protected Ji Qingyue, Ji Qingyue might have been shocked to death by this terrifying power.

"Leave first, Wei Fan will be fine!"

Fortunately, the formation was shattered at this time, and they could leave without having to endure the terrifying power fluctuations at close range.

"With this kind of power, Wei Fan will definitely die!"

Zhou Wenli spurted blood from his mouth and escaped from the formation immediately, disappearing into the sky without looking back.

"Well done!"

Wei Fan roared, and the five-headed demon master's combined attack was indeed earth-shattering. He estimated that he should have perfected the eighth level of the golden body to be able to compete. Only the ninth level of the golden body would not be afraid of the power of this attack.

As for him now, even if this blow cannot kill him immediately, it can still seriously injure him.

"die!"

He Jiuling's eyes widened with anger, and there was a real killing intent in his eyes.

Wei Fan had no choice but to resist this attack. Even if he resisted, he would still lose half of his life.

A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Wei Fan's mouth: "You want to kill me?"

Rumble…

The power exploded, and Wei Fan's figure instantly turned into fragments and scattered.

Several kilometers in radius turned into powder in an instant, raising smoke and dust hundreds of feet high. The earth was boiling like the sea, cracking and exploding everywhere, setting off waves of mud.

The entire formation collapsed completely, and several large flags deployed in the formation exploded like fireworks and dissipated in the wind.

Ji Qingyue's eyes were about to burst as she screamed and shouted: "Wei Fan..."

At the same time, Niu Dingtian was also yelling: "He's not dead, be careful!"

Ji Qingyue couldn't see the real situation clearly, but he was different. Although Wei Fan's figure was broken, there was no scene of flesh and blood exploding.

The majestic seven-color golden body and seven-forged body could not be beaten to pieces in an instant. The only explanation is that Wei Fan used the same elusive and ghost-like movement method to instantly disappear from the place as before. Those who were hit by their attacks It was just an afterimage of Wei Fan left in place.

In an instant, he only felt a chill in his body. The seven-color golden body was terrifying enough. Such invincible body skills made Wei Fan invincible. Those who collected intelligence had never said that Wei Fan was like this. body method.

"Behind me!"

He Jiuling was also yelling, relying on instinct to determine where Wei Fan, who had disappeared, would appear next.

But just as he turned around, screams could be heard in his ears.

boom!

A cloud of blood mist appeared in front of them, and Wei Fan had already appeared among them. He punched the three-tailed fox demon to pieces, causing golden blood and flesh to splash.

"Beast, you killed my Xuanhe Sect disciple again!"

He Jiuling's eyes were about to burst when he saw this. Together with the demon king who was blown up in front of him, there were already three disciples of the Xuanhe Sect who had died at the hands of Wei Fan.

"Group fighting? What I like most is group fighting. It's so fun to kill like this!"

Wei Fan dodged and disappeared again. When he reappeared, he punched the turtle demon's head.

Quantity is of no use to him unless there is a way to limit his ability to follow his will, but other than suppressing this ability with the power of his will, other methods are useless.