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Yuan Futu completely inspired Kaifeng's eighth-level formation of Tianque Sword, and the consumption of real energy was beyond imagination. If he hadn't reached the middle stage of Tianmang, he might be in a state of collapse all of a sudden.

With the appearance of the Wuding Dark Emperor, the incinerated dark void is everywhere, like the deep eyes of a demon, threatening death.

Qi Tianzhai, who majored in the element of light, had an extremely ugly face. He roared violently, his whole body was full of white light, and scattered out, but he didn't swallow the darkness. Dozens of shocking gaps.

The eighth-level formation contains the mystery of seven elements. With this formation, Yuan Futu can suppress any strong man who cultivates elements to a certain extent. It is somewhat similar to his innate chaos essence, but its power is much greater.

Qi Tianzhai's Taiyi Shengguang mace also started with a high-level formation, but it was obviously far inferior to the Wuding Huangji formation. When he felt that the "Shengyang Jue" was futile, his expression became even more gloomy.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be aware of something, and fixed their gazes on the head of the Zhouxu Sect, only to see behind him, a ten-foot-high heaven and earth image suddenly opened.

That day, the Dharma Apostle's body was almost transparent, like a jade carving, without the slightest blemish. You could clearly see a cluster of dense light sources floating in the chest, emitting an unusually hot breath, with no expression on his face, looking down indifferently. sentient beings.

"Blazing Sun Heavenly Lord!" Qi Tianzhai finally displayed the power of Dharma.

Yuan Futu's face sank like water, and he knew that the strong man at the peak of Tianmang was finally pushed to the limit by himself.

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Chi Yang Tianzun also formed a mark and pushed forward slowly, while countless bowl-thick rays of light erupted like shock waves.

Yuan Futu's face changed drastically. If he couldn't resist, he was afraid that the Jubao Pavilion would be completely destroyed. He immediately swung the Tianque Sword with all his might.

Ink-like air flow escaped from Wuding Anhuang's body, turning into a vortex to meet him.

The ultimate contest between light and darkness kicked off at this moment. In Yuan Futu's line of sight, the vortex suddenly opened up, but it kept moving back amidst the rumbling noise. Cracks began to appear, expanded continuously, and completely collapsed in an instant.

Yuan Futu stomped hard with his left foot, the Wuding Huangji Formation started to move like crazy, and suddenly shattered under the collision with the power of the dharma form.

Although he lost the Wuding Emperor Formation, for him, it had achieved the effect. At least the Jubao Pavilion was not destroyed because of it. He immediately jumped, passed through the broken wall, and came into this peaceful night sky.

The momentum was too great, and many practitioners had noticed the fierce battle between the Tianmang realms, but no one dared to intervene.

Yuan Futu's heart sank, and he said: "As expected of a strong man at the peak of Tianmang, he has such a deep comprehension of the laws of heaven and earth in kung fu!"

Qi Tianzhai thought he was going to run away, so he immediately chased after him and shouted: "Take your life!"

The Chiyang God Venerable's seal was formed again, and a round of scorching sun slowly rose in the night sky, and the people's beard and hair were all white, and countless rays of light were condensed into one point, shooting out from the center of the scorching sun.

This trick is somewhat similar to the true meaning of dripping water, because it has an unparalleled advantage in the effect of breaking the defense.

Yuan Futu held the Tianque Sword horizontally in front of him, the extremely thin light hit the sword edge, made a hissing sound, and white smoke rose, but the sword body was slowly bending, looking like a taut bowstring, May break at any time.

"It seems that there is no other way." Yuan Futu seemed to have made some kind of decision, his gaze became resolute.

Qi Tianzhai was eager to win the treasure, and at the same time, his whole body and Dhamma transformed into a stream of light that shuttled through the void, and disappeared without a trace.

Staring at the defenseless back of the head, Qi Tianzhai "", when it reappeared, the Taiyi Holy Light Mace struck like a thunderbolt, and it was about to poke a bloody hole in Yuan Futu's brain.

However, at this time.

A thick darkness swept from the soles of his feet, wrapping him in it directly. Under this strong suppressing force, he felt that the Immemorial Spirit Treasure in his hand suddenly became weak and powerless, la la text |Learning, Full Text|The words were typed by hand, and even the Chiyang God Venerable dimmed all of a sudden.

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There was a sound of breaking wind, and a sudden huge blade slashed from the left side. The force was so fierce that Qi Tianzhai had to change the posture of Taiyi Shengguang's mace, and turned from offense to defense, and the blade matched the weapon in his hand. When it collided, a large mass of thicker darkness burst out.

Qi Tianzhai sensed something was wrong, and retreated tens of feet at an astonishing speed. When he looked intently, he found a golden skeleton appeared behind Yuan Futu at some point. It was wearing a black and red cloak, showing its full strength The arrogance of the king of hell.

Yuan Futu heaved a sigh of relief, raised his head, and looked at this Dharma figure that he hadn't seen for a long time, feeling somewhat shocked in his heart.

First of all, after reaching the middle stage of Tianmang, the power of Faxiang has also been strengthened by more than several times, and what is contained on its blade just now is clearly the dark element.

"Could this be the power of the heavenly form? Even without cultivation, it can comprehend the mysteries of the elements on its own. Right now, with the help of the innate chaotic essence, it should be able to derive seven elements, but I don't know if there are any in the classics of the exercises. Some attainments." Yuan Futu thought in his heart, according to common sense, even the most inferior Dharma Aspects can perform relatively shallow exercises after reaching the middle stage of Tianmang. Of course, the inheritance of the exercises comes from the practitioners themselves .

Yuan Futu has now practiced such classics as "Shenfeng Escape", "Earth God Jue" and "Sea Emperor Tiandi Jue". The God of Sin and Death is also a heaven-level dharma, so he should be able to comprehend it to some extent.

"Heaven-level dharma?!" Qi Tianzhai also noticed the strangeness of this dharma. When he recalled the blade just now, he felt that its power was comparable to his blazing sun god. Combining the various factors before, he really It is suspected that Jian Shisan in front of him is just a practitioner in the mid-term of Tianmang.

"Now it's a contest between two dharma figures, let's see who can win!" Yuan Futu said in a deep voice, and the god of death, who was connected with him, obviously got the order, and held up the huge and incomparable The sickle slashed fiercely in the air, bursting out a black awn like a vigorous pen, shaped like a new moon, cutting the void and making a sharp and piercing whistling sound.