A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 126 The Fourth Punch?Are you bullying me that there is no one in the wind wheel?

With Han Tian's loud shout, endless runes scattered from Wujin's stick.And when those runes met the ice flower of the elder in white, they turned into flames in an instant.

chi chi-

The ice flakes melted, and there were green smokes in the void.

Standing in the void, the Wujin long stick was like a sea-fixing needle, and it directly broke the spell of the elder in white.

"Oh?" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the elder in white, it seemed that the Wujin long stick was really extraordinary.However, he didn't panic, but the spells in his hands changed continuously.

His formation can still be deduced.

Look again, the streaks of green smoke curled up, and then suddenly turned into wind blades.

With a chirping sound, he went straight to Han Tian and Su Mojuan.In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of flying swords attacking in the void.It was an indiscriminate attack spell.

"Huh?" It was Han Tian's turn to change his expression.He also knows nothing about formations.However, he knew that his Wujin long stick could break through some magic circles.

Because, that is the weapon specially made for him by the Sixth Senior Brother.

What Han Tian was not afraid of the most was head-to-head fighting, but what he was most afraid of was changes in various spells.

Because Han Tian's brain couldn't keep up.His skills are mainly on fists and sticks.

And the white-clothed alchemist in front of him happened to be a formation master.Just now, Han Tian's Wujin stick scattered runes and broke the ice flowers.

The elder in white has already seen that the Wujin stick can break through the five-element magic circle.

So, immediately deduce the magic circle and do it differently.

"Wind Blade!"

In fact, this is just a deformation of the five elements spell, but for Han Tian, ​​it is very difficult to deal with.In fact, there are runes on the stick to deal with it.

However, Han Tian panicked.

call--

Han Tian swung his stick like a windmill.He wanted to use this clumsy way to block those wind blades.But how is that possible?

Wind, invisible.The alchemy-level wind blade is extremely difficult to stop.

Han Tian's long stick, dancing like a wheel, did block many wind blades.However, it cannot be airtight yet.

chi chi—chi——

Several wind blades directly penetrated Han Tian's defense, and then hit Han Tian's body.The wind blade was like a knife, and Han Tian was stabbed several times while breathing, and was injured in many places, dripping with blood.

Han Tian is a fool.

Although he was injured at this time, he still kept waving the long stick.Moreover, he defended Su Mo tightly.Although those wind blades penetrated everywhere, they didn't hurt Su Mo at all.

"Brother Eight—"

Su Mo was behind him, eager to help.

However, at this time of the battle, he couldn't intervene at all.Because, although Han Tian blocked the alchemy-level coercion, Su Mo couldn't make a move at all.

The battle itself carries invisible pressure.

Although the Sword of Anger Slashing Immortal is the magic weapon of the Nascent Soul.However, it is like scrap iron in Su Mo's hands now.At this time, the importance of realm is highlighted.

No matter how talented Su Mo is, it is useless if his realm is not good enough.

"Sleepy dragon! Prison—"

At this time, the white-clothed alchemist smiled slightly, as if he was holding a winning ticket, and the seal formula in his hand changed again.

Look again, seven beams of light suddenly appeared between the wind blades, trapping Han Tian and Su Mo in them.At the same time, there is a resonance between the beams of light, emitting light and connecting with each other.

This is the Light Prison Formation!
How can Han Tian do it?

However, when his big stick swung, it couldn't break the beam of light at all.

That beam of light is like a stream of water, it can overcome rigidity with softness.When the big stick was swiped, it dispersed in an instant; and after the big stick was swept, it took shape again, but the restrictions on Han Tian and Su Mo were not reduced at all.

At the same time, the seven beams of light gathered rapidly.

Both Han Tian and Su Mo felt endless coercion.

At this time, Han Tian's eyes were blood red.The long stick was ineffective, which made Han Tian quite anxious.The situation in front of him seemed to leave him with little choice.

"call--"

The beam of light approached, and the cage was less than five feet.

Han Tian protected Su Mo, the blood red in his eyes became more intense.At the same time, the golden light on his body was already like a flame.At that moment, others couldn't even see the blood on Han Tian's body, but only saw the golden glow.

With a wave of his hand, Han Tian raised the Wujin stick high in the sky, and slowly raised his right fist.

In an instant, there seemed to be a golden dragon coiled around Han Tian's entire arm.

Holy Wheel Golden Dragon Fist!
The old man in gray was the first to change his face, because he had just experienced Han Tian's boxing.Could it be that this idiot of the wind wheel can really hit the fourth punch?
According to legend, the Holy Wheel Golden Dragon Fist is extremely powerful, but it also consumes a lot.

In the late stage of foundation establishment, can he really hit the fourth punch?
However, Han Tian in front of him seemed to be really accumulating strength for the fourth punch.

"This fourth punch can definitely destroy the pill formation!" The gray-clothed old man knew in his heart, "There is no doubt that this punch will kill anyone."

Therefore, the old man in gray even stepped back slightly consciously.

Look again, the veins on Han Tian's face are swollen, and the whole face is filled with blood.

If he hits this punch, he will definitely kill a knot.However, at this time he has no choice.Because if he didn't hit this punch, then both he and Su Mo would be trapped in the white-clothed alchemy formation.

what--

Han Tian raised his head to the sky and roared, his right fist was about to be thrown.Moreover, at that moment, there seemed to be a wind wheel between his brows that was about to open.

However, at this time.

There was a soft shout in the void.

"Eighth Junior Brother, stop!"

To Han Tian, ​​this yell was an absolute divine order.Because, that was the voice of Bai Yifeng, the Seventh Senior Sister of Wind Wheel.

And following the voice of Fenglun Seventh Senior Sister, three figures also landed in the field.

One of the white-clothed scholars waved his hand, and the seven beams of light immediately dispersed.The other is a skinny monk in black, and the other is Bai Yifeng in aqua blue.

Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Sister!

At that moment, Su Mo's eyes brightened and his heart relaxed.

The man of the wind wheel has finally arrived.

"Seventh Senior Sister—"

In fact, it wasn't Su Mo who was under the greatest pressure just now, but Han Tian.Because, he was ordered to protect Su Mo.If something goes wrong, he can't explain it.

Just now, he had already made plans to die.

Just now, Han Tian was like a god of war.If it wasn't for Seventh Senior Sister calling to stop.His fourth punch went out, who knows who died.But at this time, Han Tian cried when he saw his senior brother and senior sister.

"Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Sister, they bully people! Huh—" Han Tian was not pretending, he was really crying.A man over ten feet tall, he cries whenever he says he wants to cry.

There is no longer the power to protect Su Mo and fight against all sides.

"Old Ba, don't cry!" Bai Yifeng hurriedly comforted Han Tian.The third senior brother Hua Que came over and threw a pill into Han Tian's mouth with one flip of his hand.

"Old Ba, good job!" The third brother patted Han Tian's waist, "You have a good rest."

At this time, the second senior brother Du Shusheng held a folding fan and glanced at the five-wheel disciples on Tianlun Mountain. You must know that there are many disciples gathered on Tianlun Mountain at this time.

In the other rounds, I also heard about the battle here.There are more and more people watching the battle.

People from the Wind Wheel came.

But so what?Fenglun Mountain doesn't even have a single pill.But, how did the white-clothed scholar break through the alchemy circle all of a sudden?
No one watching the battle could understand.

At this moment, Du Shusheng looked at the four great pills on that day's wheel again, and sneered:
"The four elders took turns to bully me, a foolish and qi-refining junior. Could it be that you really bullied me that Fenglun has no one?"

(End of this chapter)