Above the Immortal Cultivation

Fang Tian was not shaken by the changes in Wang Lu's vision, and his eyes did not change at all. No matter what tricks the opponent played, he was the final winner.

This is the powerful foundation of Feng Yanzong after three hundred thousand years of silence, and it is also his great confidence in himself.

The orange tornado phenomenon behind him and the sky-opening ax conceived in the eye of the wind are the best proof. In his opinion, after the battle, it is time to send the king back to the west.

He raised all his magic power, and the magic power continued to flow into the tornado storm like a flood. However, the sky-opening ax in the eye of the wind continued to shrink. The sky-opening ax was like a glutton. As it became smaller, the tornado storm was continuously swallowed by it, and began to expand. The sky ax didn't stop until it was as big as a palm.

At this time, the Sky-opening Ax was like a small orange sun, emitting bursts of dazzling light, and the tornado disappeared without a trace.

Fang Tian laughed, and the Sky-Opening Ax appeared in his hand instantly. He raised the Sky-Opening Ax and slashed at Wang Lu casually.

An ax beam that was as fast as lightning and extremely sharp shot out of the air. Wherever it passed, the ground was opened with an almost invisible and extremely thin gap that was dozens of feet deep. The space seemed to be split from the middle by this ax beam. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Wang Lu.

When the ax light approached, a frightening pulse rushed into Wang Lu's body. If the ax light crossed his body, he would definitely die. It was too fast and too sharp.

He pressed his hand, and time seemed to be frozen. One of the seven orange clouds jumped in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Ding"

An extremely clear call sounded like an oriole out of the valley.

The ax light disappeared without a trace, and the floating clouds were safe and sound.

Wang Lu was shocked. If the Six-Star Gongyue Blade was not warmed by the treasure sheath, it would never be able to withstand the simplest axe, the Sky-Opening Ax.

Fang Tian was also surprised. The Sky-opening Ax, combined with the speed and sharpness of the Wind Path, had surpassed the average top-level magic weapon. Although it was still a long way from being a spiritual treasure, it was not all magic weapons. Able to withstand tough situations.

Immediately, he raised the sky-opening ax and swung it fiercely. The ax lights intertwined in the air, forming an orange wall, exuding bursts of powerful aura that cut through the sky and destroyed everything, making everyone unable to hold their breath. gaze.

Wang Lu naturally felt the terrifying force of this wall of orange axe.

His hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, and he continued to strike magic spells into the seven orange floating clouds. The orange of the floating clouds was gradually infected by the blue color, and the two colors merged together to form seven colorful clear green floating clouds.

The floating clouds shrank rapidly and disappeared. The space in front of Wang Lu seemed to have undergone a slight change, which would have been impossible to detect if not for those with powerful spiritual consciousness.

The circular space five feet in front of him showed a very light clear green color. Facing the invisible space in front of him, Wang Lu made an open gesture with his hands, and then gently stepped into it, and in Under everyone's astonished gaze, Wang Lu disappeared like a ghost, leaving only the clear green circle that was as light as blue smoke.

Wang Lu's figure disappeared from the sight and consciousness of more than 95% of the Golden Core monks. Only Nascent Soul monks could see the clear green circle. Only about 20 people on the entire battlefield could see Wang Lu's movements in the circle. A move.

Even Fang Tian, ​​he could only see the clear green circle.

The clear blue circle jumped like the sun and the moon towards the wall of orange axe, which was struck by lightning. When the two phases met, the explosion that was originally imagined did not appear. The clear green circle was like a steel needle passing through the wall.

The moment Fang Tian hit the orange axe-light wall in the circle, he leapt into the sky, raised his sky-opening ax with both hands, and fell from the sky, slashing at the circle with lightning and flint.

There was a roar of "dang".

A dazzling ball of light exploded, and the clear blue circle moved slightly. Fang Tian felt that what he hit was not a circle but a huge iron mountain. With the blessing of his innate magical power and vision, the Sky-Opening Ax With just one strike, a hill can be chopped into pieces.

He gritted his teeth. He didn't believe that the extremely sharp and heavy Sky-Opening Ax could even cut through the sky. Could it be that it couldn't cut through this strange circle?

"I came from the wind and rode the wind back. I couldn't find the wind, but it has become the wind."

As Fang Tian chanted, it seemed as if hundreds of Fang Tian were holding sky-opening axes at the same time, making various movements such as chopping, chopping, chopping, wiping, smashing, hugging, and cutting around the circle.

When the word "wind" falls, hundreds of square days return to themselves instantly.

"Click" "Click" "Click"...

The sound of breaking porcelain resounded on the clear green circle, and cracks spread out from the circle.

In the blink of an eye, the circle suddenly shattered, and Wang Lu, who had disappeared for a few breaths, finally appeared on the battlefield.

He was dressed in black, his face was as usual, and he looked at Fang Tian with a smile, whose mana was almost exhausted. In the next moment, blood spurted out from every pore in his body, and he slowly fell to the ground. on the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Fang Tian couldn't stop laughing when he saw this. He finally got rid of this formidable enemy. He had just moved around the circle at the speed of the wind and almost instantly wielded hundreds of heavy axes that weighed more than a thousand and were extremely sharp. , he has used Dunfeng to the extreme, so he brought people a shocking scene of hundreds of Fang Tian slashing at the same time all over the circle.

When this decisive move was made, the great monk of the late Nascent Soul stage of Feng Yan Sect nodded with satisfaction. Fang Tianzhen was worthy of being the Son of the Wind who emerged from Feng Yan Sect every three hundred years.

When we first found him, he was just an ordinary genius disciple with the supernatural spirit root Wind Spirit Root, but he was also selected to be one of the thirty children vying for the Son of the Wind.

The selection of Feng Yan Zong's Son of the Wind is that thirty boys compete, compete, hone, and fight one by one, and finally one remains. The twenty-nine candidates are actually the nourishment of the Son of the Wind.

The twenty-nine people are all genius children that Feng Yan Sect has found from all over this world. Fang Tian can fight his way out of them, which shows that his talent is so high, his wisdom is so deep, and his luck is so strong. Cultivation is so diligent.

It turned out that when he was eleven years old, Feng Yanzong discovered another talent of Fang Tian. He was a divine wind body, one of the top ten spiritual bodies seen in a thousand years. He had an innate understanding of the way of wind. Being superior to others, coupled with the bonus of wind spirit roots, the result of adding up the two is not as simple as greater than two, but something that can be encountered but cannot be sought, and is difficult to find for thousands of years.

Escape from the Wind is his biggest trump card. His extremely fast movements are almost comparable to the teleportation power that only monks in the Transformation Stage can possess.

The biggest killing move also has a huge flaw, that is, after it is used, especially with the blessing of visions, the mana will flow down like a torrent, so it must be used in one blow that determines victory or defeat.

"careful!"

A thunderous roar came out of the mouth of the great monk of the late Nascent Soul stage with the deer-headed rat eyes of Feng Yan Sect.

When Fang Tian was proud and shocked, his laughter seemed to be stuck by something. He held tightly his throat, which was bleeding continuously, and looked at Wang Lu who had come back from the dead in disbelief. He just fell straight down.

Until his death, he didn't understand what was going on.

The last scene flashed into his eyes. He saw Wang Lu dressed in black, picking up Wang Lu who didn't know whether to live or die, and returned to the human camp at lightning speed...

Immediately, his mind went blank and he closed his eyes with huge doubts.

Fall, go back.