Chapter 101 Phoenix Dance Nine Days

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The sky is buzzing, and a pair of iron fists with five fingers are clear, lifelike and destroying everything. The violent purple-gold energy carries the power of darkness, like a blow to destroy the world, cutting through the sky. Under the control of Fan Tian, the dragon-scale beast claws mercilessly smashed at the other party's vest. Facing the relentless attack, the old man with eyebrows moved the beast's body again to prepare to escape.

Fan Tian finally caught up with it. How can the other party be successful? The big whirlpool in his body suddenly turned again. The appendix gushed out from the body and injected into the fist of destruction. The fist of destruction was supplemented by the appendix, as if he had obtained fresh blood and became boiling. The purple and gold source was permeated, surrounded by infinite light, and the source in the air The force was disturbed and immediately had an impact on the old man with horizontal eyebrows.

"It's not good!" The other party sensed the strangeness around him, and his face became a little ugly. In the face of the upcoming attack, the old man with horizontal eyebrows could not avoid it. He only had good luck and fought head-on. The mysterious characters jumped around the old man, and the source power between heaven and earth was guided and slowly began to gather at him.

Driven by the other party, the source force of "flowing cloud broken air thorn" suddenly began to turn into a little, like the thorn of the tiger and leopard's claws appeared in the void. The cyan light confronted the fist of destruction in the air. Fan Tian felt a dangerous breath at the first time, and his eyes couldn't help but condensed and punched the second punch without thinking.

The second punch of "Sadness of Heaven and Earth" overlapped with the first punch, and his power increased again. Even so, Fan Tian still felt uneasy. At the moment when the other party's flowing clouds flew out, he hit the third punch and transformed into the figure of the king of destruction. The evil demon king appeared again, raised his left hand and stood in front of the green claws.

Cock

The crisp voice made Xiting's heart beat. The king of destruction, who had always been unfavorable, actually cracked in the palm of his hand under the impact of the green claws. A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corners of Fan Tian's mouth. Obviously, the second was the fight, and he was still at a disadvantage. However, Fan Tian did not stop his movements. With the explosion of the fourth punch, the cracked palm of the king of destruction slowly healed in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Hmm!" In the face of sudden changes, the old man with horizontal eyebrows snorted, and his soul-like body actually took a step back slightly in the air. This was the first time since the war that the old man suffered losses in Fan Tian's hands. Fan Tian's bloody mouth showed a cruel smile, because at this time, Xi Ting's second attack had rushed behind the old man.

"Ling Hanfeng Dance"

Qinglan Luanfeng kept dancing in the air. A trace of cold air began to overlap with Fengxiang. Luanfeng's sounded for nine days. The blue figure raised people's heart of worship. Xiting was like a saint at this moment, emitting a breath that made people unable to redeem her. With the dance of Luanfeng, the coldness turned into a pair of ice feathers. Wings make people have an impulse to rush up and touch.

However, as the party, Xiting knows that there are endless murders under the beautiful appearance. With Fan Tian's laughter, the ice wings in the air began to scatter white feathers, like the goose feather snow in early winter, making people immersed in a kind of quiet joy. This beautiful scenery seems to everyone has changed the color of the old man with horizontal eyebrows below.

The old man used the highest level of physical skills in the family as soon as he found the danger. However, this unfavorable high-level body method actually lost its function at this moment. The white feather seems to be irregular, but it is attracting the law in the air and disturbing the mark of the road.

These messy feathers actually formed a formation, controlling the spatial power of this area, making the old man feel like falling into the mud for a while and unable to escape. Moreover, the function of these white feathers was not limited to this. The old man passed by and passed by, and a blood stain appeared silently on his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing!" The old man with horizontal eyebrows finally showed a frightened look. With the strength of his half-step king, he could not advance or retreat for a moment, so he had to run the source power and resist bitterly. Fan Tian beside him was also shocked to see such a powerful skill. Although he and Xi Ting have been together for a long time, he rarely saw each other take action. Today is really an eye-opener.

"It's really ignorant. I haven't even heard of the phoenix dance of our Feng clan for nine days!" Xiting stood empty, like a saint, with a faint arrogance in her voice, which is a nobleness derived from the blood of the race, not the arrogance of those dboys. After hearing Fengwu Jiutian's name, the old man seemed to suddenly think of something in his mind. Looking at Xiting, he actually showed a trace of fear.

"Are you from the Feng nationality? The Feng clan that disappeared on the mainland a long time ago? The old man's heart has been raised to his throat. He has also heard some elders mention the information of the Feng clan. It is a very powerful race, which exists at the same level as the real dragon and can destroy any force in the world by raising his hand. This is the power and power of the ancient race.

In the face of the other party's doubts, Xiting was a little impatient. The power of Ling Hanfengwu increased again, and the white feathers fell piece by piece, floating on the cyan source shield of the old man with horizontal eyebrows, like blades, making the other party's qi and blood constantly surge. After a brief surprise, Fan Tian also joined the battle again.

The fourth type of "Void Jumping Cloud" is like a large grinding disc flying out. The big print rotates and falls from the air, and the black cracks keep overflowing around the grinding disc. The power of the void is unstoppable, almost fused with Xiting's white feathers, slowly grinding down, and the old man with horizontal eyebrows look at the destructive gas constantly under pressure in the air. Suddenly, a trace of fierceness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Since you bully people too much, don't blame me for being rude!" At this moment, the old man with horizontal eyebrows was finally ready to fight desperately, intending to hurt both sides. The blue force kept flying out of his body in the city and transforming into a character in the air. As the virtual shadow in the character became clear, the old man's eyebrows suddenly flew out of blood and blended into it.

Oh

After getting blood, the virtual shadow in the air is like gaining life, and a white tiger with raised wings gradually appeared. Fan Tian never thought that this guy would use the method of blood sacrifice to summon the virtual shadow of the holy beast white tiger. With the appearance of the white tiger, the skin of the old man with horizontal eyebrows instantly became extremely pale and sick, but his face was with a ferocious smile.

"Haha, my blood sacrifice method is comparable to the king. Let's see how you deal with it!" Fan Tian also felt the invincible power emitted by the white tiger at this moment, and his face became extremely ugly for a moment. Xiting also showed a solemn expression. It seems that he wants to perform the second style of phoenix dance for nine days.

Fan Tian is very clear in his heart at this moment that with his current strength, he can still dance in front of the half-step king. If he meets a real king-level soul master, he can only be captured. Therefore, in the face of the sudden emergence of the white tiger, he can only be a spectator, and the real decisive power is in Xiting's hands. And Xiting in the air seemed to really want to compete with the other party, and her delicate body came out again.

"Yan Tianfeng Dance." Qinglan Luanfeng called again, and a more violent energy overflowed from Xiting's body and entered the wings of the ice sky wings, which was supplemented by the source. The wings of the ice sky wings slowly grew out of the illusory body. The white figure was not difficult to imagine. It was an ice-carved snow phoenix. The figure of the snow phoenix kept becoming clear, but Xi Ting's mouth But the horn overflowed with blood.

"Xiting" Fan Tian stared and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. He suddenly felt that he needed more powerful power to protect the people around him. Looking at Xiting's continuous blood flowing, Fan Tian's heart was almost heartbrok, but at this moment, he couldn't help anything, because this kind of close to the king-level duel was no longer what he could intervene in as a senior soul master.

rumbling

The world thrombled in the ever-clear figure of Xuefeng. The white tiger opposite kept singing, and the bronze bell stared at everything angrily. Although the old man kept urging the white tiger to attack before the other party's snow phoenix formed, the blood sacrifice did not seem to listen to his advice. Instead, he has the dignity of a white tiger and waits for the rebirth of Xuefeng.

The snow phoenix roared and the white tiger roared. At this moment, the whole Western King City shook, as if there was a mountain flood and tsunami, which made people feel shocked. The snow phoenix was finally born in the sky, and the white tiger was no longer dormant. The two kings hit everything in an instant. The white tiger's sharp front paws pressed against the snow phoenix. The snow phoenix drowned the white tiger like a goose feather feather feathers, and the void kept cracking because the collision was too fierce.

The onlookers and Fan Tian were watching all this nervously. Whether the white tiger was infinitely powerful or the snow phoenix was better. With the last cry of the two kings, the air emitted a dazzling light. The violent energy was like waves, fiercely radiating around and swallowed everything in an instant. If it hadn't the two fought against the void, the whole I'm afraid that the Western King City will be destroyed in the impact.

The energy continued to dissipate over time, and the breath of terror in the air gradually calmed down. Everyone finally opened their eyes again and captured the two people in the air for the first time, eager to know the result.

Baihu and Xuefeng have disappeared one after another. Xiting's face turned pale in the air, and her shaking body seems to be likely to fall at any time. In contrast, the old man with horizontal eyebrows has ragged body and clothes, but her state is obviously stronger than Xi Ting. After all, the strength of the half-step king is there, and the foundation is very thick. In this battle, the old man with horizontal eyebrows is obviously better.

However, everyone seemed to forget Fan Tian beside the void. After the aftermath, the bronze figure rushed to the weak-browed old man for the first time, kicked the other party's vest with his left foot mercilessly, kicked the old man directly from the air, and then helped the weak Xiting fall to the ground, and one foot on the old man with horizontal eyebrows. On the face.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Fan Tian's eyes were cold, and he was about to prepare to kill.