Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1584 Drag into Dreamland
Fang Jianming smiled "haha" and said, "Really?"

Dikuangtian said: "Isn't it?"

Fang Jianming said: "Dikuangtian, you underestimate us too much. If you really think that this formation is so easy to break, then you come up and try it." Then, he put the blue tide flute by his mouth, and both hands Eyes slightly closed, no more words.

Although Dikuangtian is arrogant and conceited, he also knows in his heart that after Fang Jianming got a Dinghai sea pearl, his skill is better than before, and with five first-class masters supporting him with swords, he is definitely not taking it easy.Therefore, after listening to Fang Jianming's words, he didn't rashly approach him for an interview.

He looked up at the sky, with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding the "coiling dragon vine", which looked like a statue.Everyone knew that if he didn't make a move, it would be enough, but if he did, it would be earth-shattering, so they all concentrated and looked at it without blinking.

After a while, Dikuangtian let out a long and strange howl, and quickly stepped forward, and instantly came to Bai Yiyi's feet, and suddenly kicked up to Bai Yiyi.

He is still one foot away from Bai Yiyi, no matter how tall he is or how long his legs are, he can't really kick Bai Yiyi.But there are so many people in the audience, and everyone who witnessed this scene knows his kick, not to mention that Bai Yiyi is only one foot away from him, even if she is ten feet away, or even a hundred feet away, she may be kicked high into the sky, and her heart is exhausted. Broken is already the minimum limit.

It was too late to say it, but suddenly there was a "bang", and when that mountainous leg force hit Bai Yiyi's body an inch away, it was like encountering an invisible wall of air, which only shocked Bai Yiyi. Moved slightly.

Di Kuangtian confidently kicked out with this kick, even if it is the supreme qi, it will make you colorful and shattered. Unexpectedly, the wall of qi is too weird, it is far better than the supreme qi, and my own kick will not have much effect. Wei Wei was taken aback.

He retracted his leg, walked around to Zhu Qiyan on the left, and was closer to Zhu Qiyan, and his leg exploded like a whirlwind.

Clinker, the situation this time was even worse than last time. He kicked back three steps as if he had kicked a mountain peak.

Everyone saw that such a powerful person like him suffered such a loss, Dian Cang and his group were delighted, but Xinmeng and his group were astonished.

Just when the whole audience was in a state of surprise and joy, Dikuangtian raised his head to the sky and let out a loud roar, the sound was like thunder, "Panlong Vine" rushed out, hitting the air wall in front of Zhu Qiyan quickly and heavily .

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Earth Kuangtian's blow didn't have much effect, and he was so mad that he hit six times in a row, each time as heavy as Mount Tai, with a force of one million.Finally, after the sixth time, the wall of air fluctuated for a while, showing a thin brilliance.

This was originally an invisible and colorless gas mask covering more than two feet, but now it has a color, which shows that its power has been stimulated, and it also shows that it has reached a critical point.

Although Fang Jianming closed his eyes slightly, he could feel every move around him with his mind.At this moment, he blew the blue tide flute.

The sound of the flute was so weird that it was almost unheard of.

At first, the sound of the flute was very soft, like a child talking in sleep.In the middle of it, it gradually became high, and it seemed that a middle-aged man was having a strange dream. In the dream, he was arguing with others, and his voice was moving.Finally, after the flute sound reached its peak, it became ups and downs and unpredictable.

Sometimes it's like the old man's complaint in a dream, sometimes it's like a child's laughter in a dream, sometimes it's like a woman's long sigh in a dream, sometimes it's like a poet's singing in a dream, sometimes it's like the roar of a war horse in a dream, and sometimes it's like a woman in a dream The vigorous and flowing sound of mountains and rivers...

The hearts of the audience rose and fell with the sound of the flute, as if being taken into a dream.For a split second, I forgot where I was.

This was only a momentary event, Monk Peng's internal energy was extremely powerful, when he suddenly woke up, he was startled and horrified, he hurriedly protected his mind, and stomped his foot on the ground.

At that time, or a little later, those with profound skills woke up, each of them guarded their minds in different ways, and made different sounds to break the shackles of the flute sound.

At this time, Di Kuangtian turned upside down, spun several times in mid-air, and sat cross-legged three feet away from the colorful gas mask.The gas mask had already split into a beam of colored light, which landed on his body and poured down from the top of his head, covering his whole body.

In the blink of an eye, Earth Kuangtian came to the dreamland with a wandering mind, just like the last time he fought against the fisherman.Judging from the structure of the dream, this place is not like his dream, everything is so strange.

Everyone can dream, and Earth Madness is no exception.During his more than 200 years, he didn't know how many times he had dreams.He found that this strange place was not like his dream, full of flower fragrance, full of peace.It doesn't match his character at all.

He raised his head and roared angrily, the roar soared upwards, shaking in all directions.

In an instant, the dream changed again, the fragrance of flowers, the tranquility, had long since disappeared, replaced by a rushing river and a volcano soaring into the sky.

He laughed triumphantly, knowing that the dream already belonged to him.

Suddenly, six figures appeared out of thin air, Fang Jianming stood at the front, Long Biyun, Bai Yiyi, Zhou Feng, Zhu Qiyan, and Bai Yiren formed a row and stood behind Fang Jianming.Fang Jianming held a blue tide flute in his hand, and the five girls held a sword in their hands.

"Boy surnamed Fang, you really know this martial art. Say, is that old thing your master?" Earth Kuangtian shouted.

Fang Jianming looked cold, and said: "He is not my master, I call him Uncle Mu Mu."

Dikuangtian was startled, and said: "So, you have another teacher?"

Fang Jianming said: "Not bad!"

Di Kuangtian said: "The old man really wants to see what your master looks like, who can actually use dreams as a place for fighting."

Fang Jianming laughed loudly, and said, "You want to see my master, in your next life." As he spoke, he waved the blue tide flute lightly in his hand, and suddenly, the dream was broken like fragile glass, and he smelled the fragrance of flowers again, and felt the fragrance of flowers again. A strange calm.

Dikuangtian let out a "huh" in surprise, and said: "I never thought that your skill power would double in the dream. Well, I will fight with you to see if you are more skilled, or I am invincible!" After finishing speaking, there were bursts of angry roars in his mouth, and the "coiling dragon vine" shook like a flood dragon, and rushed towards the six people.

Not waiting for Fang Jianming's order, the five girls turned around, like a mysterious girl from the Nine Heavens, and instantly surrounded the Earth Kuangtian, their swords were like lightning, and each showed their unique skills, joining hands with Fang Jianming to fight the enemy Dikuangtian.

This battle in the dream is about to start, and it may be difficult to tell the winner even if there are not two or three hours.

After Fang Jianming, Long Biyun, Bai Yiyi, Zhou Feng, Zhu Qiyan, and Bai Yiren dragged Dikuangtian into the dreamland to fight, there was not even a single movement on their bodies.

The sound of the flute stopped, but Fang Jianming's lips were still facing the flute pipe, making a gesture of playing.If it weren't for the glaring light of the five swords, which showed that the five girls were concentrating on concentrating their skills on the swords, outsiders would think that they had become beautiful stone statues.

(End of this chapter)