I have a fairy palace in my body

Chapter 307 Fighting Competition ([-])

After a hundred breaths of fighting between the two, Jing Caizhu was gradually at a disadvantage.

You must know that although she is also at the ninth level of Jindan, her supernatural power is inferior to the opponent. In addition, she just defeated Zhuo Chang in a fierce battle. Although Fang Han used the high-level rejuvenation technique to recover most of her injuries, but Mana did not have time to recover.

It is said that Fang Han once thought about giving her Jindan Qi's spirit recovery wine, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

At this moment, there was only a crackling sound on the battle platform.

The colorful phoenix was pierced by the black dragon's claws to break through the defense. The sharp claws tore a wing, and then was slapped away by the dragon's tail.

With a cry of grief, it turned back into the colored bead itself, and there was a crack on the bead, and it flew back to Jing Caizhu's side.

Jing Caizhu retracted the bead into her body, her face pale.

The natal magic weapon was damaged, and her mind was also damaged.

The next second she gritted her teeth, and with a swish, she unleashed an umbrella-shaped magic weapon that shone with aura!

"Attention, this is the important treasure of the Shuiyue Xianmen's sect, the Yueluo Umbrella!"

At this moment, Zhao Yulong, who had been sitting silently behind the stage, reminded.

"This is the Moon Luo Umbrella!"

"Take out the Yueluo Umbrella at this time, which means that Jing Caizhu is at the end of her rope."

Many discerning monks shook their heads.

Jing Caizhu had sacrificed many kinds of magic weapons before, and finally sacrificed the moon umbrella as his hole card, there should be no other means.

The Yueluo Umbrella was thrown into the air, and it spun violently for a split second.

Then swish!Swish!Swish!Countless crescent-like sharp blades burst out and shot towards the opponent.

Fang Han narrowed his eyes, the shape of this crescent-shaped sharp blade was somewhat similar to his black gold mother blade, but its power was much stronger.

After hearing a series of bangs, the black dragon transformed by Ximen Kun's steel fan was shattered into pieces by the storm-like sharp blade.

Turning into a steel fan body also became torn apart.

However, Ximen Kun didn't change his face.

After his figure blurred, he avoided a storm of sharp blade attacks, and then a small black clock appeared in his hand.

"It's the soul refining bell!"

"Good guy, the Taixuanmen also took out the Zongmen's treasure and gave it back to Ximen Kun. It seems that they have been prepared for a long time."

"Yes, they should be planning to end the fight here at Ximen Kun, and Zhao Yulong doesn't need to play at all."

Many monks who knew this treasure were shocked and commented.

It was too late to say it, and then it was fast, only a muffled bang was heard, and Ximen Kun had already rang the soul refining bell quickly.

After this muffled sound, there were endless Sanskrit sounds and Buddha singing quickly swaying in the air.

Outside the battle arena, many monks felt dizzy in their minds, but inside the battle arena, Jing Caizhu, who was the target, felt a daze in the sea of ​​consciousness on the Lingtai, followed by a suffocation of mana.

As if caught in an invisible restriction.

Although the Yueluo Umbrella is still functioning, its power has been greatly reduced due to the interruption of the input mana.

In the next instant, Ximen Kun's face showed a fierce look, and he threw a flying sword with one hand, and it was already lightning-fast enough to slash at Jing Caizhu's head.

It turned out that he wanted to take her life directly.

But at this critical moment, Jing Caizhu had already bit the tip of her tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, since it was the old-fashioned Jindan Nine-Layer after all.

The potential of the body was stimulated, most of them were awake in the Lingtai, and they had already escaped from the situation where their mana was trapped.

He tried his best to move his body back a certain distance, and at the same time, he desperately pulled the Yueluo umbrella back to block it in front of him.

However, it was a step too late.

With a muffled bang, Jing Caizhu was chopped off with her umbrella and flew out of the battle arena.

At the last moment, she flashed a distance, together with Yue Luo Umbrella, blocked about half of the opponent's power.

However, Ximen Kun's sword still seriously injured her.

A deep sword mark landed between her waist and abdomen, half of her body was dripping with blood, and the sword energy penetrated the treasure armor, causing serious damage to her body.

"Deputy leader!"

"Master Jing!"

"Senior Sister Jing!"

The disciples of Shuiyue Xianmen uttered screams and rushed up to help Jing Caizhu up.

Qin Yuxuan had taken the healing elixir given to her by Fang Han before, and the effect was amazing, and her injury was almost healed.

Hastily poured mana into Jing Caizhu to protect her heart.

Then Jing Caizhu took the healing elixir given by Fang Han.

Although this injury is not life-threatening, it should not be underestimated.

"It's over, now the Shuiyue Xianmen is over."

"The most powerful leader, Jing Caizhu, is defeated."

"The opponent still has two Jindan Ninth Levels, and they only have Master Fang alone."

The onlookers looked at the calm Fang Han and shook their heads.

No matter how powerful Master Fang is, he is no more than the fourth level of the Golden Core, so how could he penetrate two ninth levels of the Golden Core.

In this fight, Shuiyue Xianmen will definitely lose.

Without Lan Ning Island, an important source of income, decline is inevitable.

The disciples of Shuiyue Xianmen all showed despair on their faces.

Only Qin Yuxuan still held hope in her heart, and looked at Fang Han expectantly.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Fang Hanfei stepped onto the stage.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I respect you as a master of alchemy. I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat. I will not embarrass you."

Ximen Kun already knew Fang Han's identity. Although his tone was tough, he was still more polite.

"Stop talking, let's do it." Fang Han said lightly.

"Hehe, since that's the case, I'd like to ask you to act first." A sneer appeared on Ximen Kun's face.

He is at the ninth level of the golden core, and the other party is at the fourth level of the golden core. Of course, he has to make a plan and let Fang Han make the first move.

"Oh well."

The word "ba" has not been completely dropped, only a dazzling fire flashing in the air can be vaguely seen.

People didn't see clearly at all.

After hearing a loud bang, Ximen Kun flew upside down.

Sun Sword!Fang Han activated the Sunshine Sword at an extremely fast speed.

His fire-type spiritual power is extremely fast, almost five times that of ordinary people!
Even with the Sunshine Sword, it is five times faster!
When Ximen Kun was not prepared enough, when he found that the Sun Sword was close to him, it was too late to sacrifice the magic weapon, so he sacrificed the divine light for body protection and moved sideways desperately at the same time.

At any rate, he was at the ninth level of the golden core, so he escaped the flying sword's blade, but he was still cut by the flying sword's sword energy.

All of a sudden, he flew upside down, but he had armor to protect his body, but blood oozes from his body.

However, swish swish!
The Sun Sword came after him continuously, at the same time.

"Raging Flame Dragons!" One after another fire dragons struck like mountains and seas, all at extremely fast speeds.

Ximen Kun only had time to throw out a shield while flying back, and had no time to fight back.

I just heard, bang bang bang!
He blocked the Sunshine Sword, but he was continuously hit by the Yanlong Raging Wave.

Blood was spurted wildly in mid-air, and he was blasted out of the battle arena without even launching a counterattack.

Silence, deathly silence!

Almost everyone was shocked. Many low-level monks didn't understand what was going on at all, and they were dumbfounded with their mouths open.

Ximen Kun was thrown out of the battle stage in a daze of blood spraying like this, this scene was simply unimaginable.

After a while, bursts of thunderous cheers erupted.

"Master Fang, your reputation is well-deserved!"

"Master Fang, if there is a divine help!"

Some monks who knew Fang Han's fame praised him even more.

Qin Yuxuan's beautiful eyes also looked at Fang Han in disbelief. She overestimated him enough, and she didn't expect to solve Ximen Kun so quickly.

(End of this chapter)