village doctor

"Don't be ashamed!"

Lu Feiyang snorted coldly, and grabbed Wang Dachun with his big hand. During his grasping, the air seemed to become thicker and the gravity seemed to increase a lot.

The air is squeezing towards Wang Dachun, as if trying to push him out of this world, as if Wang Dachun is superfluous.

This is the effect of Lu Feiyang's mana being too powerful, directly squeezing the vibrating air with his mana.

Wang Dachun's complexion changed, as the saying goes, an expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move, this Lu Feiyang is much stronger than the Overlord of Chu, and he is his own archenemy.

Among the god sons of the Scarlet Fire Sect, every time one ranks higher, the strength becomes much stronger.

Lu Feiyang is the third son of God, so one can imagine how powerful he is.

brush!

Wang Dachun swayed his body and slapped out his palm. His palm was soft and soft, as if struck by a drunken man. It had no strength at all, like a weak willow supporting the wind, but just this palm broke Lu Feiyang's "momentum" ".

Lu Feiyang's grab just now seemed simple, but there was a hidden secret behind it. If Wang Dachun loses the upper hand in one attack, he may be in a passive state for the next fight.

Once two people with similar strength fall into a passive situation, it will be difficult to turn the tables. Wang Dachun has a wealth of fighting experience, and he knows how powerful it is.

Just now his palm is called cotton palm, he learned it from evil spirits, this palm seems to imply the way of Tai Chi, Wang Dachun feels that Tai Chi is infinitely close to Tao.

Wang Dachun flipped his palm and a writing brush appeared in his hand. This brush was Ma Liang's magical brush, and he wrote a word of "cut" with two strokes. The word "cut" suddenly turned into a big knife, fiercely towards Lu Feiyang.

Lu Feiyang snorted coldly, and snapped the big knife, but soon Wang Dachun wrote the word "sword", and the sword came to kill Lu Feiyang head on.

Immediately, Wang Dachun wrote down "ghosts, demons, protoss, and even black and white impermanence" and so on, all the ghosts and ghosts came out immediately, and surrounded and killed Lu Feiyang.

For a while, he was very busy. It seems that with the increase of Wang Dachun's strength, the power of the things written by Ma Liang's magic pen is also increasing.

"Hmph, small tricks!" Lu Feiyang snorted coldly, and blasted all the demons and ghosts with one punch. Wang Dachun's Ma Liang magic brush may be able to deal with ordinary masters, but it is not enough to deal with masters like Lu Feiyang.

brush!brush!brush!

When Wang Dachun's Great Cutting Technique was used, the sky was filled with wind blades and swords, cutting everywhere. At the same time, the Great Dry Rong Technique was also used, half withered and half full, acting on Lu Feiyang's body.

It made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Although the big cutting technique is sharp, it is tangible and he can still resist it. This big withering technique makes him very uncomfortable. This kind of Taoism is simply impossible to guard against.

Wang Dachun used Ma Liang's magic brush to write another "curse" character in the air. This curse word was the combination of his great curse technique and Ma Liang's magic brush, and its power was greatly increased immediately. The two "mouths" of the word "curse" suddenly became Two mouths opened and cursed.

Lu Feiyang suddenly felt panicked in his heart, and the two mouths, one on the left and the other on the right, kept cursing in his ears, as if he had done something outrageous.

In the end, those two mouths entered Lu Feiyang's sea of ​​consciousness and continued to curse.

"Fuck!"

Lu Feiyang snorted coldly, there's no end to it, are you still scolding?

Scold your sister!

"Hmph, the hymn of death!"

Lu Feiyang snorted coldly, a pitch-black sickle suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Wang Dachun with the knife. When the sickle was cut out, there was a hymn all around.

The God of Death's praise is definitely not a good thing, Wang Dachun felt a crisis of death welling up in his heart.

Artifact!

Wang Dachun instantly judged that this pitch-black sickle was a divine weapon, and it was a very powerful divine weapon.

There are also many types of artifacts, ranging in power from large to small, such as Wang Dachun's death bell, which is a defensive magic weapon, but its attack power is not so interesting.

This death scythe should belong to the kind of artifact with great lethality, and it is very strange, it can harvest life instantly.

"Hehe, once Feiyang's death scythe comes out, Wang Dachun is doomed now!"

"That's right. The death scythe is an artifact made by the god of death. It is rich in dark attributes. Feiyang got this scythe when he escaped from death. Once the scythe comes out, it will definitely harvest life."

"That's right, that Wang Dachun is dead!"

Li Huo and others from the Scarlet Fire Sect were secretly communicating with each other. In their eyes, Wang Dachun was dead!

Boom!

Just when everyone thought that Wang Dachun was bound to die, Wang Dachun suddenly raised the death bell, and when the bell rang, a powerful sound wave was formed, and the sound wave directly set off a storm of energy and swept towards the death scythe.

This is a new function that Wang Dachun explored. It turns out that the death bell can still be used in this way.

The sonic attack artifacts are actually very lethal. Wang Dachun only kept the death bell as the artifact because he liked its mass destruction.

brush!brush!brush!

Next, the death scythe and the death bell fought in the air, and it seemed that there was no winner for a while.

"What! This little bastard Wang Dachun actually has a divine weapon?"

Agni and the others were sure of winning, but they didn't expect Wang Dachun to also take out the magic weapon, so they really didn't expect it now.

The two artifacts were fighting in the air, and the fight between Wang Dachun and Lu Feiyang was also very fierce. Their strengths were equal, and it seemed that it would not be so easy to decide the winner.

"Feiyang, this poor monk is here to help you!" At this moment, a monk from Lingxin Temple flew directly onto the ring, this is the Lantern Arhat of Lingxin Temple.

The expressions of the members of the Shen family changed, "Hey, the people from Lingxin Temple are so shameless that they fight two against one!"

"That's right, that thief monk, what do you mean when he hits halfway?"

"I think you've completely lost the face of Lingxin Temple!"

Even Shen Teng had an ugly expression, "Zen Master Fahai, what do you mean by Lingxin Temple? Wang Dachun has already fought several times in a row, and you still want to play two against one? Do you really think there is no one in our Shen family? "

Zen Master Fahai clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, didn't say you can't fight two against one. Didn't Wang Dachun ask us to fight together just now?"

"you……"

Shen Mengyao stood up, "Dachun, I'll help you!"

Wang Dachun laughed loudly, "That's unnecessary, I'm about to use these two to break through to the Holy King, where can I find such a good opportunity to practice my mobile phone?"

Only at the time of life and death can the potential of life be stimulated and squeezed to the limit, so that there is hope for a breakthrough.