336 No resistance

After the Jindan monk mastered the illusion, even if it is an ordinary spell, it will shine in their hands. For example, when Wang Fan uses "Golden Jade Gravel Fist", usually after hitting a punch, his spiritual power turns into a fist shadow and rushes away to the target, but it is colorful when used by the Golden Dan monk, and it will turn into A fierce tiger is slammed up. In this way, it not only increases in power, but also makes people confused. They don't know where is the focus of the attack.

As a monk who builds the peak of the foundation, Zhao Zijun is also an amazing person. Although he has not reached the golden elixir period, he has already realized the mystery of a trace of "smanship", so he can turn the spiritual sword into a giant dragon, which is full of power and eliminates Wang Fan's arrogance.

But after all, he is not a Jindan monk. The magic dragon looks powerful, but it is not impeccable. Therefore, he puts the strongest place on the seemingly decorative dragon horn. One dragon's sharp teeth are full of power, which can confuse the opponent's mind and give the dragon horn a chance. Second, if he puts the strongest place on the sharp teeth, because Too many sharp teeth will inevitably disperse the spiritual power, so that this fatal blow is no longer fatal.

With a loud bang, the dragon horn and the wolf's tooth stick were together. The white light was shining and the dust was flying, which made the whole council hall tremble.

Although Wang Fan made the right choice at the critical moment, after all, he could only block the must-kill blow of the dragon horn, but the rest of the spiritual power could not be taken into account. He was still severely bombarded, and his stomach seemed to be full of dirt, and a fishy smell rushed out.

"Isn't it dead?" Zhao Zijun was stunned and then became angry: "Sure enough, there are some means, but today I'm going to fight with you. Either you die or I'm alive. I'm hitting me and killing this bitch."

After a collision, the giant dragon's figure was a little weak, and the light wrapped all over his body was also weaker, but under the urging of Zhao Zijun's life, he was even more fierce, and he attacked and killed again.

Wang Fan felt that his abdomen was displaced and his meridians were disordered. In the past, he tightly protected his magic mirror of Dantian. He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly it didn't have any effect, as if he had suddenly disappeared.

"Damn it, I always drop the chain at the critical moment. What's the use of you?" He gritted his teeth and scolded helplessly in his heart, but when he saw the dragon coming again, he could only cheer up again and meet him.

"Boom" is another huge shock.

This time, Wang Fan was even worse. He was knocked out by a wolf's tooth stick. His hands were cracked, blood flowed, and his arms were numb. He could hardly be lifted. Fortunately, his arm bones were still hard, and he was not broken. I have to say that "King Kong Refining Body" is still very useful to some extent, although He is using less and less in combat now.

Zhao Zijun was also having a hard time. The qi and blood were churning for a while, and a mouthful of blood almost couldn't help spitting out.

"Mom, this boy is so tough that he can still stand after two blows from me." He was secretly shocked and wanted to kill Wang Fan faster. In the world of cultivation, he was afraid of Wang Fan, a potential enemy. Once he cut the grass and did not get rid of the roots, the future troubles would be endless: "If it weren't for my poor injury, would I need this method to hurt both sides? Wang Fan, Wang Fan, it's all because of you!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He gasped for a moment and gave instructions again.

The figure of the dragon is more virtual, and the light around the body is almost dissipated, but he wholeheartedly carried out his order, swinging his tail and killing it angrily.

Wang Fan reluctantly got up, gasping for breath, and his heart was cold. He secretly said that he was unhappy with retribution. As soon as he killed Lao Tian, he was about to be with him, but resentment was not his style. Pessimism and disappointment was just a momentary emotion, and he soon ran behind his head.

"Isn't it just death? Who am I afraid of?" He shouted angrily, took a strong breath, and did not retreat. The dragon blade was full of spiritual power.

His blow seems to be a pebble, but in fact it is quite clever. He has fought with the dragon twice in a row, which has made him know something about his opponent in front of him, and he is no longer as shocked as before.

The dragon shook its huge body, stared at its blood-red eyes, fanned out a fierce wind, and went straight to Wang Fan, regardless of the dragon-killing blade that came up first.

Wang Fan was not surprised but happy. Just now, when the dragon ran over like a fish swimming in the water, there was no violent wind. In the eyes of ordinary people, the wind increased its power, but in his opinion, this was just a manifestation of the dragon's body.

"Zhao Zijun can't stand it. His injury in the water is extremely serious. Even if there is an endless panacea, it is impossible to recover quickly. It seems that the suppressed injury has finally broke out."

Just like a ship sailing at night in the strong wind, seeing the lighthouse not far away, the joy of life in a desperate place, made him come to power at once. He even more courage, desperately squeezed the last trace of spiritual power in his body, and poured it all into the dragon blade.

In fact, due to the cultivation of the five elements, his strong spiritual power is rare in the world, but the problem is that he can't operate five spiritual forces at the same time at all. He can only use one kind of each fight. Once the meridians are injured, the spiritual power operation will be dull, and the other spiritual forces, even if they are very abundant, they cannot be used well.

However, spiritual power is like water in a sponge. There will still be a hard squeeze. Even if the cost is a little high, but at this desperate moment, who can care what will happen in the future? How long will it take to cultivate?!

"Kill me," he shouted wildly and burst into unprecedented potential.

The dragon blade was not disappointed. It hit the dragon's horn. It only heard a crisp sound, and the dragon's horn cracked. The dragon screamed with a headache, and its eyes were redder, but its body almost dissipated, and only a dragon head was still hanging high.

"Cut again." Wang Fan didn't know the spiritual power that came. After hitting it, his confidence increased greatly, and he even commanded the dragon blade to kill another horn.

Zhao Zijun thought that Wang Fan was just lingering. Even if he showed a little fierce power, it was just a return to the light, but at this time, he saw that the dragon he had finally transformed was about to be killed.

Like a mouse that has been stepped on its tail, he jumped up and no longer dared to keep it at all. His whole body's spiritual power poured into the dragon crazily, hoping to regain its power again.

But he was still a step late. The dragon blade turned around and smashed the other horn of the dragon. The dragon roared unwillingly and gradually disappeared into the air.

"Wang Fan, I'll kill you."

Zhao Zijun's eyes are grinning. The illusion of the dragon is not enough to have sufficient spiritual power, which also includes his divine soul. Once he is killed and disappears, it will greatly affect his divine consciousness, and the injury of divine consciousness has always been extremely difficult to repair. Wang Fan's blow almost destroyed his bright road to Jindan. How can this make him not be angry? The fire is soaring.

Wang Fan was overjoyed and finally picked up his life. However, as he wanted to celebrate and scold Zhao Zijun a few times, he felt soft and collapsed to the ground. The harm of excessive spiritual power consumption was suddenly revealed.

"No, in this case, I don't have any resistance. Zhao Zijun still has more strength!"

The surprise turned into panic. He tried his best to run the meridians and wanted to squeeze out another trace of spiritual power. He jumped and ran wildly, but his organs were already displaced, and the meridians had not been connected for a long time, so he could squeeze out a trace like just now?!

Zhao Zijun looked at Wang Fan, who was paralyzed on the ground. Suddenly, his anger subsided, and a burst of happiness surged into his heart. This reminded him of the moment when he first tasted the forbidden fruit with his beloved woman. He was comfortable and happy, and even a trace of fatigue in joy. The two were exactly the same.

"It turns out that the greatest pleasure for a man is to watch his beloved woman crawl under his body and watch his enemy give in under his feet."

He suddenly realized, and the corners of his mouth curled, showing a strange smile.

Although Wang Fan couldn't move his body, his eyes were not blind. When he saw Zhao Zijun rushing over angrily, he suddenly stood still. After a while, he laughed. However, he couldn't help but be shocked and shouted angrily, "Zhao Zijun, if you want to kill, you have to scratch, but don't mess around. Although I am long He is more handsome, but he is only interested in women and has no feelings for men. Don't mess around.

At first, he was still able to be righteous, but the more he talked about it, the less confident he was. In the end, he rarely pleading, but his heart was more bitter: "Mom, what's the matter? I said why didn't this bastard kill at the beginning. It turned out that he had this kind of idea. It's fucking disgusting. How can there be monks who have this hobby? This is comparable to Zhao Juan. I like old women much more. Taiyimen is a fucking talent.