Chapter 982 is completely destroyed
Fang Han is now using the ingenuity of the thirty-three-day creation of the **** fist, reaching the peak of the peak, and moving freely, you can attack the enemy in the invisible.
He called out the names of the four people, secretly containing the "sound of the gods", which is the treasure of the thirty-three days, and a bell-shaped magical resounding. It is "撼天钟".
This "撼天钟" and the "Morning Bell" of the Eight Buddhism to Baozhong are somewhat similar, but they are overbearing. The combination of two and two, there is a natural round and extremely sharp killer.
However, the four masters, respectively, have been passed down to Xianfu, and ten moments have been repaired for millions of years. They have been taught by big men, and they are all different. All of them have stabilized the principle of Xuan Xian, and they are able to exert the strongest strength and shock. Just solve the sound wave attack of Fang Han, and the other side will start to kill.
The sword is slanting, the knife is cut, the gun is pierced, and the arrogance is overbearing.
The weapons used by the four men are swords and swords.
The weapons in each hand are the treasures of the town, and the treasures of the town from the fairy.
After millions of years of hard work, the four have combined their own spirits and fairy wares, and they are inseparable from each other. The power is extremely huge, and between them, they are smashed.
Moreover, their bodies gradually blurred and became a picture of each piece. Each picture showed the texture of the celestial heavens rules. The four people combined to form a small heavenly rule, completely shrouded. cold.
Fang Han’s killing attack, hitting the array of four people, all fell apart, and even caused no damage to the four. These four people, the incarnation of the picture, have mysterious and incredible power. The combination of the four people, the strength of the play, is definitely not as simple as the four Xuan Xian team, but each has played several times the combat power.
"Fang Han, let's join forces, can't you kill you? Your current realm is better than our first rank, a fairy, a mysterious fairy, and a world of difference, and we are the saga of the disaster saints. Orbital mystery, the picture of each person's incarnation, is the trajectory of the sky. The integration of each other, the combat power is increased by three or five times. Can you resist?"
The body of Song Yuanshan was completely transformed into a picture. The above trajectories, the trajectory of the fairy world appeared on it, turned into a void line, arranged in a large array, and each virtual line was concise by thousands of Daxian.
Think about it, how can a thousand great sects use the supreme power to condense into lines and turn into the trajectory of the sky? What kind of mana?
The same is a thousand Daxian techniques. The power of the rainstorm and the total condensing, the power of turning into the trajectory of the sky is completely different.
Fight!
The celestial secrets, when these lines were cut, Fang Han’s ruling seven styles were cut and fragmented. The soul song that was just played was cut off halfway. It was like a warrior who had just played the anti-day gods. But it was directly caught in the neck, and the voice suffocated.
"Fang Han, actually it is the secret of the heavens! You have to be careful. On the same day, when Huang Quan's emperor soared, in the heavens, he landed countless days of trajectory. It was the great man who showed his secrets."
Crazy.
Now Fang Han’s side is empty and it’s just one person. As for the dragons and the Taoist people, the wooden spirits and other spirits of the eight floating sects, in the moment when the eight bas-reliefs were promoted to the immortals, seemed to have become a wonderful state, which is not only an instrumental spirit, but also an instrumental spirit, which belongs to the innate, contains vitality, and knots. It became a congenital birth.
"Sky track secret technique, but why not me."
In Fang Hanxin's mind, the magical powers condensed and displayed the claws of stealing the sky. When the sky was taken, countless forces were pushed out of the body, and the Xuanxian rule among the four bodies was suddenly pushed.
The four were shocked.
"Well, what's the matter? How can I still feel the power of the celestial world?" Song Yuanshan's incarnation of the celestial sorcerer's picture was broken, and he tried his best to suppress the mysterious rule in his body.
As soon as they reached the realm of Xuanyuan, they did not have the blessings of the gods. Although there was a technique of repression, under the catalysis of the power of the introduction, the law was eager to move, and could not help but be shocked.
Now they are not willing to fly up.
"It doesn't matter. This is because he stole the creation. You can use some of the power of the guide. We can't shake the source as long as we guard it. After all, he is not the day." Li Yi said abruptly.
The "Spiritual Secret Map" that he incarnates has not collapsed, showing a steady strength.
However, when Song Yuanshan collapsed, there was a defect in the celestial sorcerer's squad, which gave Fang Han the best chance. Fang Han and other figures, the current horror can not be described in words, the failure of the siege, immediately equal to the tiger is out of jealousy.
"I want to reorganize the celestial secrets? It’s late!"
Fang Han suddenly had a palm, and played the most aggressive killing trick of the thirty-three-day God of Fortune, "to the heavenly law." It is a fatal blow to Song Yuanshan.
When Song Yuanshan got Bodhi Xianfu, he was mad at himself, but he was defeated by himself. He almost died. His heart has a shadow for himself. Therefore, Fang Han will kill, and he will launch a lore for the weak points and storms.
In the thirty-three days, the change of the esteem of the treasure is a fairy, and the power of the martial arts fist is doubled.
Forty-three days into the treasure, the most powerful magic weapon, called "To Heaven Gate", is a gateway, similar to the door of eternal life. It seems to be the legendary creation of the fairy king to see the door of eternal life and then follow his own path. The portal is illusory and never opens, but it gives people the opportunity to explore. Did not reject people outside the door.
To, is the meaning of the highest.
This "Tiantianmen" is the most powerful and mysterious of all the treasures, and it also contains the highest mystery of the martial arts.
At the same time, this portal, master all the rest of the treasure, all the treasures are centered on it, and its vitality is controlled and regulated by it. Of course, the other treasures are strong, and it will follow.
All the treasures, when they are promoted to the fairy, will infuse some of their own transformed power into this heavenly gate. It seems to be the most loyal minister, who is offering his own king.
Fang Hanyi exhibited the "Sacred Law to Heaven", to the Tianmen movement, the king was angry, the corpse was a million, all the thirty-three days to the treasure were all violent, while turning, the power concentrated on one point. Twisting roar. Xuan Xian is for the sake of it.
"Speed ??dodge!"
Fang Han’s “Sacred Law to Heaven” has just been shipped up. The high heaven and earth, the invincible atmosphere of the sky shocked the audience. Li Yi, Wang Yukun and others all were shocked to know that this attack was impossible.
Everything changes, only one way to dodge.
They tried to leap back.
Song Yuanshan was suddenly spurt out of the air, using his own mysterious fairy tales, between the arrogant: "to change lives! Bodhi two hearts, the ancient Buddha into the extinction, for my life."
Behind him, there is a true form of Bodhi ancient Buddha, which is in front of his body. Completely concealed his form. This is one of the strongest means after he got the refinery of Bodhi, and he could turn out the Bodhi Buddha and replace him to die, thus gaining his second life.
Only in this way can we resist the killing of Fang Han’s "Sacred Law of Heaven".
Oh! Oh!
Fang Hanzhi’s sacred law came from a single blow. The Bodhi ancient Buddha even smashed it without even smashing it. The Song Yuanshan behind the heartache made a sharp shout.
"His creation of God fist has been broken by me, and the vitality will not come up. We will once again set up the sky track, turn out the sky marks, kill him, can't let him escape...."
Song Yuanshan’s voice was rushing and resentful. His form was full of anger. Fang Han’s destruction of Bodhi’s ancient Buddha was tantamount to destroying his second life. He began to desperately, his face was distorted, and he would kill the cold at all costs.
However, just as he was sharply snarling and desperately, the sound was suddenly interrupted.
Because, a little purple black, such as the point of the blood-solidized Tianyuan, passed through his eyebrows. In an instant, he felt the body numb, all the senses disappeared, and his own laws, vitality, and even the spirit lost control. The whole person was completely paralyzed.
This is a sign of dying.
"What's going on, what's going on! How can I do this?"
His heart, unwilling to swear, the body can not make any sound, eyes are scared and confused.
"Let me tell you, you have my Tianyuan blow, I have killed countless heavenly forces, countless immortals, the power of the holy sacrifice, turned into a little Yuan, killed you. You are now dead. I I once said that you got Bodhi Xianfu, but it is a flash in the pan, and it is always my stepping stone. Now your body and the laws of the body must be refining by me. It will become the nourishment for me to be promoted in thirty-three days."
The sound of Fang Han, the wind swept through his body, he only saw Fang Han coming from a distance, such as the **** walking in the void. Walking through his body, grabbing his hand, his own head, completely collapsed, the whole body is for a **** fog, Fang Han, this is easy and calm, it is like grabbing tea from the tea pot, There is no fireworks. Fresh and elegant.
Walking from the void, bringing endless elegance and melody, behind it is the blood-stained star road.
At the moment of Song Yuanshan’s last death, there was such a thought in his head. Fang Han was so calm and free to take his life with ease. He did not believe it before he died, and he would actually die.
However, his death, not transferred by his own will, is completely in the palm of Fang Han.
Tianyuan’s blow took away the life of Song Yuanshan, and Fang Han floated. The whole body of Song Yuanshan and everything he got in Bodhi’s fairy house were all integrated into his body, the fairy law, and the fairy. Shocked for thirty-three days to treasure.
Bang!
Among the bodies of Fang Han, there was a whirlpool, a vision that was completely transformed.
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