Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen was indeed right, the person in front of him was Wu Chi.

In other words, the other party has been waiting for too many years to break through the holy status.

"Do you have enough Dingxuan Fruit now?"

Qi Guanyi asked again.

"One hundred pills should be enough."

While Fang Chen was talking, he took out a Dingxuan fruit and ate it.

Qi Guanyi also ate a Dingxuan fruit.

After two Dingxuan Fruits entered his stomach, the auras of both parties seemed to become more condensed invisibly.

With the blessing of Dingxuan Fruit, you will not encounter the embarrassing situation of inexplicably improving your cultivation level.

The two parties had a tacit understanding, and without saying a word, they were both waiting for the blood mist to subside and allow their own states to reach their peak.

The blood mist faded inch by inch.

When the blood mist completely faded, both sides took action at the same time.

This time Fang Chen didn't hold anything back and directly faced Qi Guanyi with his strongest attitude.

The twenty-one magical powers in the interior scene all explode!

The Martial Saint Dharma Appearance, which is tens of thousands of feet high, has transformed into a new form.

It has a body with three heads and six arms, and each of its four hands holds a magic weapon transformed by magical power.

The sword is the Great Yuanci Five Elements Divine Sword! It was filled with the aura of the Supreme Sword Sutra of Eight Desolations to Suppress Immortals and the art of controlling the five elements.

The seal is the seal of compassion, with the meaning of ancient times and vicissitudes of life, great compassion!

The whip is a divine whip, the lightning is blazing, it is Cang Lei!

Arrows are the art of heavenly arrows. The cause and effect cycle lasts until death!

Ancient and mysterious writings like shadows are spread all over the body of the Dharma.

At the head of the center, the eyes are bright and dark.

The left eye is white, as if it has no beginning.

The right eye is blue, and it looks like a god.

There are already fourteen kinds of magical powers just revealed on the surface!

And in this Martial Saint Dharma Appearance, there are still seven kinds of magical powers. The river of celestial phenomena is blood, and the magical powers are bones!

This is Fang Chen's strongest form now.

His body suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if passing through a shadow, and appeared in front of Qi Guanyi.

The two fists and four weapons fell like a violent storm.

This type of attack, if replaced by the previous "Heaven-Slaying Sword", wouldn't even be able to catch a single move.

Even the top Qi-gathering late-stage Qi Yang Hall would be scared out of his wits.

The Supreme Sword Sutra of Bahuang Zhenxian condenses the meaning of the human world. Every sword strike is like a natural disaster coming to the world, and everything is ordinary.

The divine whip flashed with bright lightning and struck down hard.

The Seal of Compassion carries the meaning of great mercy and compassion that cannot be broken or established, and it wants to change the world and restart the whole life!

The arrows from the sky that are destined to die are as pervasive as poisonous snakes!

At that time, the fighting spirit in Qi Guanyi's eyes had reached its peak, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

"Qitian Dapanlu!"

I saw an inexplicable force falling down and covering the entire interior of Qi Guanyi.

The injuries sustained by Fang Chen's violent attack recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As if he were immortal!

"So strong! He is so strong!"

Qi Guanyi roared excitedly, and the other seventeen magical powers in his body also emerged one after another, turning into a torrent of magical powers to resist Fang Chen's offensive.

Although the number of his magical powers is not as good as Fang Chen's, every magical power contains the ultimate "Tao", even exceeding the category of "Tao".

So there's a weird balance between the two sides.

Fang Chen kept attacking, while Qi Guanyi defended perfectly.

Although Fang Chen's every attack could cause damage to him, the injuries would be recovered instantly under the magical effect of Qitian Dapanlu.

I don't know how much time passed like this, but Fang Chen didn't seem to feel tired, and he also had inexhaustible inner power.

The offensive never weakened from beginning to end.

But suddenly, he felt a sense of approaching danger.

The next moment, Qi Guanyi actually burst out with much stronger power than at this moment, switching from a defensive stance to an offensive one.

His interior locations also seem to be integrated with his physical body.

It turned into a body with three heads and six arms similar to Fang Chen.

Faced with such a strange offensive, Fang Chen could only passively defend for a while.

"Is this Qitian Dapanlu? The ultimate defense, copying the opponent's offense!?"

Fang Chen was secretly surprised.

In other words, there are no saints watching the battle around.

Otherwise, both "Lu Xiejun" and "Eight-Armed Pagoda" would be shocked by the terrifying sight before them.

"Happy! So happy!"

Qi Guanyi used all his strength to attack Fang Chen crazily, feeling completely refreshed and happy.

But there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

If the other party only has this method, it is still not enough to help him break the limit of his holy status, so he can only have a happy fight with him!

Qi Guanyi didn't see it. Behind him, the terrifying Martial Saint Faxiang stood quietly, observing Qi Guanyi's methods while recovering from his injuries.

Qi Guanyi, on the other hand, was just carrying out terrifying output into the void. Every move and every move was in vain, and he didn't even know it.

But the next second, a flash of lightning flashed in Qi Guanyi's eyes.

"The Eye of Falsehood!"

The opponent who was crazily suppressed by him in front of him slowly disappeared like blue smoke.

Qi Guanyi was not surprised but overjoyed, and excitedly turned around to attack.

boom--

The two sides once again fought together.

The length of time that Fang Chen's deceiving magical power can last is very short under the opponent's pupil technique.

But with these few breaths of time, he was still able to use this interval to avoid most of the opponent's attacks.

That kind of offensive was too fierce. If he faced it head-on, his Martial Saint Dharma would not be able to sustain it within a quarter of an hour.

There is still a slight gap between the middle stage of gas extraction and the late stage of gas extraction.

"Come again, come again!"

Qi Guanyi laughed wildly.

The river of celestial phenomena in Fang Chen's body gradually boiled:

"Come again!"

outside world.

Time passed by minute by minute.

All parties are carefully observing the situation on the bloody battle list, not sparing any detail, and all want to get the result as soon as possible.

Wang sent them back to the Blood Rain Tower again.

When they returned, the battle was not over.

"How long!?"

The king brought them to the "Eight-Armed Pagoda" and other saints, and asked them softly.

The other party was not surprised that they left and returned, but his expression was solemn and he did not reply.

It wasn't until General Wang asked again that Cui Qingdeng said coldly:

"It's been an hour."

"An hour!?"

General Wang took a breath:

""Wushi" was in the hands of Qi Guanyi for an hour? "

"It's unbelievable. Even those of us in the late stage of Qi Gathering can't even survive a single move in the hands of Qi Guanyi, but a mid-stage Qi Gathering Master has been able to sustain it for an hour."

"Chicken Soup Stewed Rice" smiled and said, "I am also shocked. When did such a genius appear in this world? He is probably even better than when Qi Guanyi was still in the middle stage of Qi collection!"

Perhaps in the eyes of some saints, the difference between the middle stage of Qi collection and the late stage of Qi collection is not very big.

But in the eyes of top players, the slightest difference is enough to decide the outcome.

This hour was not long, but it was a torment for them, and they had already imagined various scenarios in their minds.

"It's a pity... no saint had time to watch this bloody battle..."

"Chicken soup stewed rice" sighed softly. (End of chapter)