I have a fairy palace in my body

Chapter 232 Fighting Demons

However, the area where Fang Han is located is still not very valued by spectators.

The crowd of more than [-] onlookers also dispersed at this time, and the number of onlookers was the largest beside the arena where the genius monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage were.

Relatively speaking, the area where Fang Han is located has fewer spectators.

This is exactly what he wants.

After a while, it was time for him to play again.

This time, his opponent was a genuine foundation-building ninth floor.

In fact, when Fang Han was on the sixth floor of foundation building, he was already able to win the battle against Chun Yujie's ninth floor Dzogchen monk.

Now he is at the seventh level of foundation building, and his combat power in all aspects has been improved by another level.

It should be said that it should be very easy to go up to the ninth floor of Foundation Establishment.

However, everyone who dares to compete for the Nine Foundation Buildings of Lingshan Cave Mansion is not an ordinary Nine Foundation Building monks.

Therefore, without using a few hole cards, Fang Han still defeated the opponent after dozens of rounds of fierce fighting with the flying sword and five elements.

After defeating opponents with a higher realm than himself twice in a row, he has attracted the attention of some spectators and opponents in the same group, but he only paid a little attention.

At this time, on the No. 15 ring in the distance, Qin Yuxuan stood with her long sleeves flying, stepping into the air, accompanied by the moonlight like a fairy descending to earth, beautiful and magnificent.

But it was indeed full of murderous intentions, she didn't even use the flying sword, she just swung the water sleeve spiritual weapon, forcing the opponent to stick left and right.

It can be said that every movement of her has aroused applause from the audience.

After only a dozen rounds, Qin Yuxuan won without any surprise.

On the other side, No.30 is on the second ring.

The handsome young man Meng Taihao unleashed eight fire-type spirit swords, slashing towards his opponent like a rainbow penetrating the sun.

The opponent is also a Dzogchen Foundation Establishment, and at the same time, he sacrificed five spiritual weapons shining with different colors of aura, flying up and down to resist Meng Taiming's attack.

The latter stood proudly, slashing with one-handed sword art, as if lifting a heavy weight lightly, winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

Yaoyao controls the eight spiritual swords, either opening and closing, or disappearing like a ghost.

The straight-killing opponent retreated again and again, and the opponent was not weak. He was also a well-known late stage foundation establishment, but he only managed to resist for a while before he had to admit defeat with a wry smile.

"This sword technique, this demeanor, is simply invincible!"

"It is worthy of being the number one sword cultivator in the foundation-building period of the South China Sea. This strength... don't talk about Jindan in the future, Nascent Soul is possible."

"Look at the eight ways of consciousness in the foundation building stage, control eight flying swords, and then use the light-splitting sword and shadow magic power, no one can stop it."

"That's right. Sword cultivators are stronger than monks of the same rank. They are born for fighting."

A crowd of spectators discussed excitedly, and looked at Meng Taihao in awe and admiration.

"The Sword Sect of the South China Sea has produced heroes in large numbers in the last hundred years."

"Apart from Xue Zhongtian and a few others, there is another Meng Taihao."

"I'm afraid the era of sword repair is coming again."

At this time, Vice Palace Mistress Yu on Fuyang Island sipped the spirit tea and chatted with the other two Nascent Souls.

"Yes, many sword cultivators of ancient times died bravely at the time of the Great Destruction, and it has been sung to this day."

"For more than ten thousand years, the spirit of kendo has never faded."

"It's a pity that the sword cultivator's fighting power has increased greatly, and the chance of falling is also very high. It is not easy for the South Sea Sword Sect to have such fresh blood." The other two Nascent Soul Qi nodded.

The three of them chatted for a while and then kept silent, each with their own thoughts.

Only they know that the world of great struggle is coming, and the situation in the world of cultivating immortals in the future will be very complicated.

On the other side of the ring, Jing Hongguang from the Qingming sect and Zhong Wu from the Libo sect also won.

All in all, those outstanding monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage who have attracted much attention did not disappoint.

However, the further back, the more intense the competition.

After all, thousands of people competed for the remaining 200 or so caves, so there were too many wolves and too little meat.

There are so many masters here, they are not willing to give up lightly.

Soon, Fang Han ran into a more difficult opponent.

This is a black-clothed monk with a bald head and a ferocious face, who obviously does not come from the world of cultivating immortals in the South China Sea.

I saw him looking at Fang Han, squinting his eyes, a hint of savagery appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then quickly pinched the formula with one hand, a gloomy black mist billowed out of his body surface, and only heard "poof" and "poof" in the black mist After several sounds, eight black flood dragons jumped out of the mist at once.

Each black flood dragon is more than ten feet long, with black scales all over its body, a sharp single horn growing on the top of its head, its eyes are like copper bells, and it opens its terrifying mouth, extremely ferocious.

The eight one-horned black flood dragons just swung their heads together, and sprayed billowing black flames from their respective mouths, rushing towards Fang Han like overwhelming the sky.

Before these black flames reached Fang Han's close range, an unpleasant stench spread out. Even the monks around felt very uncomfortable after taking a short breath. This made many spectators around With a chill in their hearts, they all froze.

There is no doubt that this bald monk is practicing magic. The Holy Land of Lingshan does not reject demonic monks to practice, but this demonic cultivator is not easy to mess with at first glance, and he is full of evil spirits. He probably caused a lot of killings in the world of cultivating immortals in the mainland. man of.

Whether it is the East China Sea, the South China Sea, or the distant West Sea and North Sea, there are not too many demon monks (here specifically refers to monks who practice magic skills, not all pirates and sea bandits practice magic skills).

Demonic cultivators are generally concentrated in the mainland. In recent years, demonic chaos broke out in Lingyunzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm and Tiannan Immortal Cultivation Realm, but there are also some demon cultivators who are unwilling to fight hard with the Righteous Immortal Cultivation Realm and go overseas. normal.

"These devil cultivators are ruthless and have unique skills, so they are not easy to deal with."

The local monks in the South China Sea who were onlookers had little experience in fighting against demon cultivators, but they knew their methods were weird and insidious, so they couldn't help but sympathize with Fang Han.

This foundation-building seventh floor, which seems to be a little bit capable, is probably about to be seriously injured by this demon cultivator.

However, Fang Han's heart is as stable as an old dog.

He and Moxiu are old rivals.

It can be seen at a glance that although the opponent's eight black flood dragons look lifelike and look exactly like the real ones, they are all transformed by magic skills, or released by magic tools.

Immediately his expression sank, he didn't say much, and flicked his fingers.

Chi Chi Chi... A series of ten fire-attributed and five-element Void Sword Qi burst out without warning.

"What!" The bald monk released eight black flood dragons erupting with black flames, and was grinning grinningly, waiting to see Fang Han's miserable appearance.

But suddenly he saw the other party release ten flames of sword energy at the same time extremely quickly, and they burst out with imperceptible speed.

The opponent's fire-attributed sword energy can strongly restrain even his cold black flame.

not good!He hadn't had time to react yet.

Puff puff puff puff, after a series of ringing sounds.

All eight of his black flood dragons were pierced through by the fire-attributed sword energy, and then shattered after howling.

There are two fire-attribute sword qi that are already close!
The bald-headed black-clothed monk let out a loud cry, and his magic skills reappeared, and two black bloody skulls flew out at once, entangled the two fire-attributed sword energy.

snort!Fang Han's eyes are cold and stern, let's see how many you can answer!
He remained motionless, pressing his hands one after another.

Streams of fire-attribute void sword energy streaked across the sky like lightning bolts, and shot wildly towards the opponent.

Long River of Sword Qi!

Boom boom boom!The skull of the monk in black was shattered, and then no matter whether he fled in a panic while sacrificing his shield, a black clock, or several magical artifacts, they were all knocked away by Fang Han's overwhelming sword attack.

Finally, with a puff, the rain of blood splashed and fell into everyone's ears with a howl.

(End of this chapter)