Chapter 692： Infinite law

Don't say that Fang Xing has the power of yin and yang, and even if it doesn't, it also shows that Song Guichan is not right!

In short, it is too strong to show, sit still, from the tolerance, retreat Han Ying, Zhen Wang Qiong, hurt Li Hong, smashed the ghost baby, hit the madness, and convinced the red fairy All kinds of means can be said to be soaring and sorrowful, it is simply that his mother’s smashing to the extreme, others are being shown by the pure yang god, the shocking heart is trembled, but the party’s subconscious feeling is not right, he thinks Song Returning to Zen should not be so strong. He has always been daring, and he has not been so intimidated. Therefore, when he saw the means of Song Guichan’s performance so horrible, he subconsciously thought that this must be borrowed.

In this case, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find out the magical effect of the fire lotus platform.

After all, Fang Xing is also a person who once owned Lian Bao, and has a certain understanding of these Buddhist secrets.

However, although he saw the help of Liantai to Song Guichan, the words he said just now are not untrue. At the very least, he added some oil and vinegar to say it, and there is no way to do it. The younger generations have been scared of their courage. If they don’t flicker, they will blacken the songs of Song Guichan. This group of **** may not even have the guts to shoot them. Can they not suffer big losses?

Now a few words have provoked the anger of the youngsters of Nanzhan, and he quickly negotiated with Dajinwu.

Dajin Wu Nai is a group that follows the roots of the school. The ability of the array is quite extraordinary. In the hands of Fang Xing, there are quite a few strong flags. They immediately gave it to the brain and let the dead crow go. Array, he raised the **** knives, flew into the air, carefully watching the Nanzhao juniors and Song Guichan against each other, while watching, while waiting for an opportunity to steal a attack...

However, under this gaze, it is also inexplicably shocked.

Now that Song Guichan has already taken up the lotus platform, it is even more shocking to reveal that the true skill has come out.

Nanzhao's juniors shot together. Plus the talent has eaten a loss, then shot again, then subconsciously added caution, cooperate with each other, but in front of Song Guichan, still can not ask for a good, this pure Yangdao son. Deliberately swaying, Danguang is vertical and horizontal. The Dao Dao was displayed, the horrible power of the indescribable, standing in the air, within 30 feet, no one can invade.

"Floating Swordsman!"

The bullet hits a flying sword in the air, and it is two, four, four, and eight. Finally, more than two hundred flying swords come out. Arranged in the air, and gradually attacked Han Ying, who was fighting against the gun. Jianguang smashed the void, and if the silkworms were silkworms, Han Ying was firmly wrapped in it, and the space for guns and battles came. The smaller, it is like being trapped inside by a sword.

"One hundred two wooden ghosts!"

Lift your feet and look into the air, and the sky will tremble. But there is a huge thorny giant tree growing up. He just stands on the top of the tree, and this thorny giant wood is still growing wildly. There are nearly a hundred branches that give birth to a light blue flower, and then form a flower bud. The flower buds are finally broken. From the inside, one of the wooden rafts was rolled out, and the iron thorn was used as a weapon to rush forward.

A ghostly Li Ying, who has been entangled in this group of rafts, is incessant, and the role of a ghost on these wooden ghosts is minimal, and it can only be screaming and desperate. But I can’t get away from it.

"Raging the waves!"

There are waves in the air, and the sky is empty and lingering. Everything is swept away, and Wang Qiong’s wind and fire are restrained.

"Golden Buddha Flame!"

Zhang mouth spit out a golden flame, forced to retreat the hard red clothes that hurt the body to attack.

"Yongzhen evil spirits!"

Flying down a mountain in the air, the two dodging Nanzhun monks were suppressed below.

"Fare Devil!"

"A mixed element!"

"Fomen Griffin!"

"..."

"..."

This battle has taken some of the squares and some eyes.

I thought that Song Guichan Dan became a seven-law, and there might be seven great supernatural powers. The party wanted to find out the basics of his seven supernatural powers first, and then went forward to play with him, but now this is where the seven majors are. Supernatural powers, this pure Yangdao **** is arbitrarily swaying, all kinds of techniques are handy, and they are all powerful, unpredictable, and every time they shoot, they are not repetitive...

How many techniques does he know?

Miscalculated!

I thought about touching the bottom of the other side, and I found myself confused.

"I don't believe you will, you can taste the way of the young master!"

Seeing that the youngsters of the South are almost insulted by the suppression of Song Guichan, they are a little annoyed and angry.

"Sword Magic!"

A palm of the hand, a group of black light appeared in the palm of the hand, and then a spin and a painting, the road of the sharp black light whistling out, within each black light, it is a black giant sword, swearing The magic and the sword, the trapped Han Ying's swordsman under the impact of this black light, the film was broken, and the power of the sword magic is still more than that, and the rushing to the Songgui Zen shocked the past.

"Faida Qingsong!"

After the execution of the sword magic, Fang Xun took out the wooden magic weapon that was taken from the fourth wood lord. Dan Neimu poured it into it. On the top of the pine, there was a pine needle shaking off. Every pine needle has been turned into a blue-shaped human-shaped raft. As the mind moves, it is murderous, killing the wooden ghost that has trapped Li Ying, and fighting for it.

"Buy rain!"

A spit spit into the air, but a dark cloud formed at the top of Songgui Chan. After a few moments, the rain fell down...

"...oh, really disgusting..."

Next to the big gold whispered, the face was disgusted.

"... Xiaoye, I didn't pee, he gave me a face..."

Fang Xing turned a blank eye, and the palm of his hand slammed into the void. At that time, from the void of his palm touch, a fire like a snake snake swam toward the Song Guizen, and then the second, the second Fourth, between the crashes, turned into a horrible flame chain of Taoism, criss-crossing, blocking all the space around the body of Song Guichan, just like laying a flame in prison.

"Fox God Zhenyan!"

"Fang Chan Mountain!"

"Yu Lei Dashu!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xing screamed again and rushed into the air, stepping on it, and a shadow of Lushan appeared, and the suppression and suppression of the head of Songgui Chan, this is not counted, the homeopathic fist, the air nine The dazzling thunder and lightning fell from the dark clouds in the Takkar, and it was the dragon's secret magical thunder, and the atmosphere of the robbery fell from the sky, and turned to Song to return to Zen.

"Someone is restrained, it’s comfortable..."

In a flash, many attacks were made, and Fang Xun couldn't help but sigh. If there is no group of Nanzhun monks entangled Song Guichan, he may not be easy to play so many attacks smoothly, but this is not finished. After many great techniques, he smiled sullenly, and there was a big flag in his hand. The flag was three feet square, and it was blue, with runes and manifestation.

It was from the sixth array that the banner was exhibited, and even the Jindan Mahayana monk could be trapped in the wind.

With arms and arms, holding the flagpole, urging Hongmeng to die, and motivated by the wind of the Dafengqi.

For a time, the sky was dark, the smog whistling, and the cloud was cracked. This clear world was turned into a secluded place. In the wind, anyone will be caught by this sorrow. It is difficult to avoid being squandered by the sorrow of the gods. Appropriately hit the road to the great skills, one is to suppress Song Guichan, so that he can avoid it, and then one is to clear the field, so that you can use this technique.

"Great Black Heaven!"

The party secretly called out the name he had taken for this great technique, and then looked down on Song Guichan.

"Wang Ba Gu, this trick can't cure you, Xiao Ye, I call you Grandpa..."

At this moment, Song Guichan was already full of seriousness at this time, and a spiritual power swelled up. There was even a colorful halo behind it. The figure was no longer standing still, stepping on the foot, and at the same time The road was printed, and then his hands were on his chest. He smiled lightly, and the fire of the week began to flash. The road attack that was displayed in the square was about to fall on him. In the void, a clear and distant bird suddenly sounded. Ming, then saw that a peacock formed by flames rose to the sky.

The peacock is a manifestation of the fire of the Song Guichan body. The body shape is actually 30 feet in size. Although it is full of flames, it is lifelike, the gods are terrible, and the wings are slammed into the void. The sword and the magic light were scattered, and then a hovering, the chain formed by the flames of the gods had been shredded by it, and finally rushed upwards, and the Fengchan Mountain, which descended from the sky, was supported.

The peacock is the Buddha mother, but it is the guardian spirit beast of the Buddha in the same year, and it is the same as the Dapeng family.

The fire method, this is the most sophisticated technique of pure Yangdao. Song Guichan has combined the fire and his Buddha’s chance in one place, and created such a horrible fire spirit and holy beast. His avatar is general and powerful, and it is hard to say.

A huge peacock, holding the Mount Zen.

Under the mountain, Song Guichan is in a shape of chic, large sleeves fluttering, and the robe of the robe is swayed by the strange wind that is driven by the wind flag.

In the endless winds, Hongmeng’s death has begun to linger, and he is entangled in Songgui’s body, but this pure Yangdaodao is smiling with the wind and the shape of the wind, and he vomits four words: “Sleeve Li Qiankun..."

A pair of big sleeves spread out with the wind, like two unfathomable pockets, the wind was attracted, and he went into his two big sleeves. After a long while, the air was clear and the sky was still clear. The exhibition of the banner of the square line turned the world into a darkness, while Song Guizen took the wind with big sleeves and turned the dark world into a white day, which was repeated and shocking.

Even Fang Xing was shocked, standing in the same place, half a word can not speak.

"Fang Daoyou, you are indeed talented. If you cultivate a great skill, I am afraid that I am not your opponent, but now you, the practice day is short, the technique is not refined, only rely on brute force, it is impossible to win me. Why not give up on this?"

Song Guichan’s hands were behind him, his face was as usual, and he said lightly.

Fang Xing blinked and smiled: "Grandfather, how many techniques do you know about the elderly?" (To be continued.)

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