Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 99

"Jing... Jiang... I really want to sleep."

The beggar Daling attached to Mu Yigui stretched his waist, yawned and rubbed his face, getting ready to sleep.

"Senior, senior, please help me first."

Mu Yigui's Martial Dao Primordial Spirit looked eager and shouted loudly in the depths of Zifu.

"Young man, after you use my strength to break this piece of innate qi, can you get back what you lost?"

"What am I missing?"

"Dignity, confidence, and lovely hair!"

"I……"

"Young man, what do you want to prove, what do you need to prove, don't you think you're okay?

Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die.

The borrowing of the soul is not borrowing the power of others, but just digging out another possibility of you. "

"Another possibility?"

"Mu Yigui, you are born handsome and extraordinary, but you also suffer from hair loss, you are not good at knowledge but you want to find another way, now you are not willing to fall, you can be regarded as a talent.

I am not helping you today, but showing you your own possibilities! "

The beggar Daling pointed to Xu Juezi who was a hundred meters away, making the latter's heart skip a beat.

"Little boy, blow some air to heat up the atmosphere."

Xu Juezi involuntarily used the body-breaking wind style, blowing the loose hair of the beggar Daling and Mu Yigui.

The great spirit of the beggar held the sky with his palms in the wind, and the inner aura he exuded could trigger the sky. Only the dark clouds covered the sun, the sky was dark, and the vegetation in the surrounding fields were shocked.

A ray of spiritual light shining on the beggar Daling and Mu Yigui.

"The flying dragon is in the sky, the divine dragon is wagging its tail, the black dragon steals its heart, two dragons go out to sea, see the dragon in the field, the dragon is flying and the phoenix is ​​dancing, the tiger is subduing the dragon, the dragon is shrinking into an inch, the dragon and the snake are mixed, the descendants of the dragon, the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious, the spirit of the dragon and the horse, looking after the husband Jackie Chan... call it a day!"

Seventeen afterimages with different moves and dancing palms gathered in one body.

The beggar spirit manipulated Mu Yigui's body and put his palms to his waist.

A destructive flash grows where palms meet.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms No. 18 - Killing the Dragon with Regrets."

The roar of the dragon's roar that resonated with the heavens and the earth created a bitter wind. The roar of the dragon pierced through a distance of ten kilometers and blasted on the snow-capped snow mountain condensed by the joint efforts of tens of thousands of Yin demon puppets. Tang poured snow, and the ten-kilometer-thick Gang Qi snow collapsed under the strong attack of this palm, and the terrified Yin Demon puppets were defeated and fell one after another amidst the wild dragon chant that filled the world.

It's just that when this palm technique was used halfway, the beggar spirit put down his palms and rode away with the wind in a free and unrestrained singing.

"Throw yourself into the fire of fate, smile and bow to the breeze to wash away my madness, find yourself and find your true love, and take the place where you stop as your hometown... Sing happily, who is the tallest and strongest, who am I, and I never care whether the world appreciates it or not."

Dragon Yin gradually faded away, but the Gangqi Snow Mountain was only half dispelled.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Yigui who bowed his head and hands down, both shocked and disappointed.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up, and a red sandalwood-colored aura shone fiercely in the dark world.

"Boundary unfolds—everything is the same!"

The dreamlike phantom of the original self-nature world combined with the authentic fragments of wood Yigui's red sandalwood color, and finally turned into a phantom in the shape of a beggar spirit and landed on Mu Yigui's body.

Only this time, the phantom's face is exactly the same as Mu Yigui's original face.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms No. 18 - Killing the dragon has regrets!"

The dragon roars again!

The destructive palm wind blew the Yin Demon Snow Mountain into pieces, and a hole as big as a hill appeared at the point where the wind hit. At the end of the hole, a bright yellow light was faintly visible!

Without any further hesitation, Ji Shen pulled Liang De and the others to fly towards the hole in the Gangqi Snow Mountain at the speed of chasing stars and moons.

In the depths of the Gangqi Snow Mountain, three puppets of Yin demons with different auras jumped up, but they were stopped by Lei Donglan, Lin Baolong and a handsome young man.

Liang De stood on Ji Shen's back and passed in front of the handsome young man.

"Handsome who are you?"

Shan Futian tied up his long hair like seaweed, and faced the Yin Demon puppet in front of him, who looked like an iron lion.

"Senior Sister Youhui, you still don't understand.

Steel poured into iron is nothing more than a superficial appearance. Since it can be as steel as iron, why can't it be as cloudy as fog? "

Shan Futian turned into a piece of red copper-colored air, instantly engulfing Shen Youhui's Yin Demon puppet who had won 24 games in a row.

In the terrifying heat like a melting pot, the black eyeballs and red skin on the surface of the Yin Demon Puppet gradually fell off, revealing the petite and jade-like woman under the ugly skin.

Shen Youhui looked at her palm that quickly disintegrated into ashes and muttered to herself:

"Master Dong, if you give me a little more time, I can understand it myself.

Junior, thank you. "

Shen Youhui smiled, and then turned into a gust of red copper-colored breeze, leaving this world completely.

……

Lin Baolong's three-sided iron shield withstood the Yin Demon puppet Shi Kaozhe's mixed army of infantry and tanks.

Lei Donglan's fist was like a flame, and he blocked the Yin Demon Puppet who had transformed into countless slime molds with natural divine power.

Ji Shen flew forward with Liang De on his back, cutting out thousands of vigor with the strange-shaped long knife in his hand, destroying and shooting down countless Yin Demon puppets with wings on their backs.

The bright yellow and dark purple light ball is in front of you.

Standing on Ji Shen's back, Liang De called out the gray-black True Nature Yin with scales like a dragon, and a high-speed revolving lantern of life hung above his head.

"leave me alone."

Liang De tapped one foot on Ji Shen's back, and he flew ten meters away in a flash.

The revolving lantern of life on the top flickers.

This moment, which is only once in this life, is frozen in the light.

Tens of thousands of puppets of yin demons stagnated in the air, every particle of soul and body stopped at the position at this moment.

This is an instant death judgment for all individuals who need particle movement to maintain life activities.

When Liang De turned off the lights, two-thirds of the Yin Demon puppets fell from the sky, completely losing life in their gray bodies.

After turning off the lights, Liang De stepped on the Yin Demon Puppet that hadn't landed in the air and went straight forward.

His Kaihara unfolded form can only last for 1 minute with full operation, but 1 minute can be broken down into countless moments. Isn't a long life composed of countless moments!

Under the control of time perception at the millisecond level, life is revolving around, changing from yin to yang.

Turn the light on, turn off the light, spin, jump, turn the light on again, turn off the light again.

Freeze, activate, freeze, activate, freeze, activate... Liang De is like a single-player player who can pause the game at any time, advancing rapidly between the freezing and recovery of the world.

A large number of Yin Demon puppets died and fell, as if a rain of death had fallen in the sky.

Liang De under the lamp turned into a gust of wind, passing through a distance of ten kilometers at the fastest speed.

The bright yellow light ball wrapped around the demon sword spirit has entered within 5 kilometers.

Liang Deyuan was shocked, and a quarter of the simple bookmarks appeared in the air.

In the outer world of the Sword Immortal Ruins, another quarter of a bookmark emerged from Yuan Tianren's Martial Dao Primordial Spirit.

The two bookmark fragments are merged into one across the world gap.

"A lone cloud and a lone crane share a long journey together, and a boat with thousands of volumes of scriptures."

The ink and regular script on the simple bookmark is shining brightly.

Yuan Tianren, Chang Duanxuan, Zhao Tianji, Dong Tianbao, Mo Feisheng, Jiang Chi, and Nan Buyan appeared in the inner world, very close to the Demon-Holding Sword Spirit.

The dark purple skeleton evil sword let out a sneer.

I saw purple lightning sweeping wildly, heavy thunder roaring, and ten red, black and black giants stood in front of the demon sword spirit.

Ten scarlet and jet-black faceless giants towered above the sky, and a terrifying amount of extraordinary power crazily overflowed from the giant's body surface. They were ten puppets of the red and high-ranking Yin Demon!

　Today, I had a drink with Mr. Bing, a classmate of the Kenda Chicken Literature Society, and accidentally fell asleep. Mr. Bing said that serious literature should be cherished like gold. As an avant-garde writer, it is best to have slogans without works. There are two chapters.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)