Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 17
As soon as the words fell, I saw the bone fan in Fu Zixi's hand turned into a strange-shaped dark and evil sword, and rushed to chop Lin Chongyang.

Things are complicated and complicated, at least before the ghost prison has really won, it is obviously unwise to start a war on multiple fronts.

But it is simple and simple, because if the ghost prison wants to formally gain a foothold in the misery, or continue to expand, war is an inevitable event, but there is a difference between the main enemy and the secondary enemy.

Before meeting, Fu Zixi guessed that the other party might be a casual cultivator or someone from the Daoist sect. After all, the damage caused on the scene was more like the methods of the Daoist sect.

It's a pity that the person who actually showed up was a member of the Confucian school. Although it was difficult, he had a clear stand, and it still had to be resolved in the end.

Because the Confucianism sect has branches in this area, if the ghost prison wins the West Huang Buddhist Realm, the next battle will be a fortune.

Fu Zixi didn't guess whether the other party's words were true or false, because it was unnecessary, as long as the other party could not disturb the situation before the battle between Ghost Prison and Xihuang Buddhist Realm, the goal would be achieved.

But I saw that Lin Chongyang didn't move in the face of danger, with a lift of his spirit and a movement of his palm, the power of Zhiyang came out vigorously, forcing Fu Zixi to retreat.

"Today, if someone else comes here, they won't be able to stand your way."

In the past, when he was in danger of transforming the Dao, he almost lost himself in the blending with the heaven and the earth, but as his strength continued to rise over the years, he also got a little benefit.

He was able to vaguely feel some crisis aimed at himself from the deep will of heaven. Although it was not obvious and the source could not be traced, it was enough.

Because of this, he was able to make up for his own shortcoming of not being good at intelligence.

Because of this, even if he wanted to kill Fu Zixi today, he knew he couldn't do it today.

Although it is impossible to directly speculate where the source came from, it can probably be speculated that it is either the sky ghost or the devil, and the sky ghost is more likely.

Of course, this is not without cost. Since it can be sensed, it is inevitable. In the end, it still needs to be sincere and brave.

So he has never been a wise man, nor can he become a wise man.

"You are not affected by the formation?"

Stopping the retreat, Fu Zixi felt a little guilty, saying that he was not surprised would be a lie, he had tried his best to overestimate what the other party could do, but he didn't expect it, he didn't expect it, and in the end he underestimated it. The background of the three religions is really extraordinary.

"The impact is naturally there, but it's not as huge as you think."

The true essence was mobilized, golden fire feathers fluttered in the burning sun fire, and the emperor suddenly appeared.

With Lin Chongyang's sword in his hand, the ghostly aura around him was immediately driven away hundreds of feet away.

"Should the ghost say something wrong?"

But even if he underestimated, he still has a back hand for this move. Although the formation is difficult to complete, it can at least increase his own strength, and the real effect is not here.

"Is there really a miscalculation?"

Lin Chongyang was not in a hurry to act, if it were a normal person, Fu Zixi's arrangement would basically be useless.

Although it has an impact on him, it has little impact.

"Ha~ The name of the ghost is Fuxi, he is the prime minister under the tent of the father of the abyss, and he is called the ghost Qizhu."

"Are you so frank? I'm Xia Lin Chongyang, an ordinary Confucian scholar in the ancient Taoist Taoism, named Teng Guang Lingyao."

"Your Excellency's skills are not like ordinary Confucian scholars."

"But I am indeed an ordinary Confucian scholar."

After the most formal exchange of names, the flames of war suddenly ignited, followed by the most dangerous fight.

I saw Fuzi Xixie sword's spiritual luck, and accumulated a ghostly formation, which destroyed rocks and mountains, causing the situation to change color.

Lin Chongyang received the move at a leisurely pace, his fire feathers flew, his sword controlled Confucianism, and he moved fiercely.

Ding Ding Ding-!
The sound of weapons clashing, like rain hitting plantains, like pearls falling on a jade plate, can be heard endlessly, resounding through the sky.

"Confucianism should be a place of gentleness, how can your murderous nature be more serious than ghosts?"

"Walking in the rivers and lakes, killing people and killing people, why should they be so clearly divided?"

The fierce confrontation between the Yang fire and the ghost energy caused the air current to swirl and the void to vibrate.

The figures were staggered, and the swords clashed, but there were no people, only broken rocks and stones, and sword marks all over the ground.

But seeing Fuzi Xi Guiyuan suddenly raised, triggering the strength stagnant between the blades to counter-shock, and then using the strength to retreat, making a great move.

"Baxuan Dance Devil May Cry!"

I saw him wielding his sword like a dance, walking like a charm, the sword light swayed, the sharp light turned cunningly, and his strength poured into a person's body.

"Xuanhui Jue Shaoyang Rejuvenation!"

The Emperor of God sang softly, and the Peiran Yanghuo moved with the momentum of Lin Chongyang's sword, and swirled back and forth, just like the warm sun in spring.

Bending his fingers and shaking the sword, the flames exploded in an instant, and the sword light poured out quickly and chaotically, so fast that it couldn't reach the eyes, completely breaking the sword energy emitted by Fu Zixi.

Yu Jin scattered out, causing the airflow to explode and whirl, the sky and the earth trembled, rocks and clouds collapsed, and the surrounding terrain changed abruptly.

"The ghost is a bit regretful, it's time to bring more people."

At the same time that the two people's bodies were clashing, their auras were also clashing. Except for the part of the ghost energy used by him, all the energy in this formation was repulsed by the opponent for hundreds of feet.

Fu Zixi really wanted to ask, does the other party not need to return Yuan?This is still the strength after being suppressed by the formation, which is somewhat outrageous.

"Brought for your funeral?"

The body is destroyed again, the sword and the palm are in the same movement, Lin Chongyang makes a move, and wants to defeat the enemy with one move

"Xuanhui Jue shakes the crow and sings the flames!"

Destroy fiercely with speed, control skillfully with softness, overcome complexity with strength, solve diseases with miscellaneous, kill and annihilate the enemy, the final move of martial arts appears in time.

In an instant, a hundred miles around turned into a sea of ​​flames, and all tangible things turned into firewood, as if even the vitality of heaven and earth was ignited. With a cry of crows, the fire of pure yang swept up. Xiang Fu Zixi.

Seeing that the ultimate move is coming, Fu Zixi did not dare to be careless, activated the back hand of the magic circle, and all the ghosts around him were absorbed in an instant

"Eight Profound Dance Prison Demon Refining!"

An Anfeng raised it again, and the ghost energy condensed into thousands of ghost heads. Amidst the terrifying howls, the devil fire and dark thunder came out together.

At the moment when the extreme moves meet, the wind and cloud collapse, the thunder and thunder crash, the treacherous magic circle shatters in time, and Fu Zixi's blood spatters three feet and flies out backwards.

The moment the formation was shattered, a ghastly green saber light crossed the space boundary, came through the air, swept down through the clouds, and slashed straight at Lin Chongyang.

At the same time, the ghost unicorn came out to protect the Lord, and took the severely injured Fu Zixi away from the scene.

At the same time as the death-defying knife came head-on, the sense of crisis shrouded in his heart also dissipated. As the saying goes, when a horse stumbles, a man has wet shoes. Lin Chongyang admitted that Fu Zixi's calculation succeeded. Out of the game, but correspondingly, Fu Zixi was also out of the game by his move.

Without this arm of counseling, Tiangui's arrangement is already a certainty. Although he still looks down on the Buddha, he has to sigh that he has also unknowingly become a part of promoting the completion of this move.

"Nine Heavens God Emperor Art Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens!"

Not wanting to sit still, Lin Chongyang pushed his power to the limit, and the holy energy burst out, turning into thousands of Confucian holy words to praise his merit.

The God Emperor's sword was held high, his blood was rising, and a phantom of a phoenix emerged from behind him. The fire of the extreme sun burned the sky and boiled the sea, and the sword was as powerful as a phoenix spreading its wings.

—————!
The sound is loud, the elephant is invisible, and unspeakable destruction sweeps across the world, tearing the wind and clouds.

After the extreme, in the restored silence of the world, the sound of heavy panting echoed.

"Hoo~, Hoo~, Hoo~"

(End of this chapter)