Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 1352
Oops!
A small crack appeared on the bodies of the five puppets, followed by the bodies of the puppets leaning forward.

The ten spiritual threads snapped instantly, and the puppet was cut into two!

What surprised Zhao Yifan even more was that the two senior brothers beside him were cut off at the waist like half of puppets!
There was disbelief in the eyes of both of them, it was hard to believe that they died like this!

Zhao Yifan lowered his head and glanced at his lower abdomen. There was a shield on the lower abdomen, and Baigang came out to protect it. The three small shields that were originally split were broken at this moment, and there are two more!

The hardness of the puppet, plus the hardness of the defensive magic weapon, saved him from being cut in half?
This is Xiaoyao Daoist?

It was so terrifying!
Zhao Yifan's scalp tingled for a while, but he didn't retreat because of it. He clapped his hands together eleven times, and a terrifying spiritual energy gushed out of his body instantly.

The next moment, a huge seven-colored glazed tree towering into the sky appeared directly behind him.

The seven-color glazed tree covered the sky and covered the sun, piercing straight into the sky. The tree was so huge that it directly separated the fiery human race fighting below from Gu Xiu.

Daoist Xiaoyao suddenly widened his eyes, slightly startled, and said: "This is your Dao Heart? You have such aura, no wonder I feel that your aura is as majestic as the sea, and it's so easy to control these one hundred flying swords .”

Zhao Yifan will never use the power of Dao Xin unless it is a last resort.

At this moment, he had no choice but to call Dao Shu out before he had fought against Daoist Xiaoyao. Obviously, he had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy!
If he still can't dodge the next strike, his fate will be the same as those two human practitioners before!
As soon as the Dao tree appeared, it stretched out countless thick vines, and directly pulled Zhao Yifan into the tree.

The seven-color glazed tree's defense is perfect, even if Daoist Xiaoyao is using the terrifying sword skills like before, it will be difficult to hurt Zhao Yifan who is in the seven-colored glazed tree.

As soon as the colorful glazed tree appeared, the ice phoenix in Zhao Yifan's sleeve could not help but fly out.

The size of the ice phoenix became huge in an instant, and when it appeared, the temperature in the entire field also dropped by a full circle. The ice phoenix randomly found a branch to rest, and it seemed that it didn't plan to attack?

When the barbarian warriors saw the colorful glazed tree, their expressions were moved. For some reason, as if they had obtained infinite power from the sacred tree, they roared and rushed towards the ancient cultivators!

Fengshen looked at Zhao Yifan who summoned a sacred tree out of thin air with disbelief.

"This Zhao Yifan, who is so sacred that he can summon such a sacred tree?"

Fengshen also came to the vicinity of the sacred tree in an instant at this moment, and said to Zhao Yifan, "Zhao Yifan, let me help you!"

Zhao Yifan frowned slightly, and said, "Fengshen, didn't you see the scene just now?"

Fengshen smiled slightly and said, "Of course I saw it, so I'm here to help you."

Master Xiaoyao glanced at Fengshen with disdain, and said, "A mere wild monkey in the southern border dares to act presumptuously in front of me!"

Fengshen grinned, and said: "Humans only call us barbarians, after all, we are still human beings, but you call us barbarians wild monkeys, it seems that you really deserve to die!"

Master Xiaoyao snorted coldly, and sent out a sword.

The previous scene suddenly appeared, Zhao Yifan was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Fengshen, dodge!"

Fengshen snorted coldly, and rushed forward directly, turning into a white wind that passed through the sword energy in an instant, and in the next second, appeared directly behind Xiaoyao Daoist.

Fengshen's eyes suddenly turned red, the muscles in his right hand swelled up suddenly, and he punched Daoist Xiaoyao violently!
Daoist Xiaoyao snorted disdainfully, and quickly returned to his senses with a sword strike, but only cut a phantom. He was surprised, and in the next second, a strong wind came from the left side.

boom!
The huge fist made a dull sound directly in his face.

Daoist Xiaoyao's entire face was sunken directly, and his body was even more like a cannonball, hitting the ground fiercely.

A huge hole was smashed straight into the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yifan couldn't help admiring, this Fengshen is so powerful!

Fengshen grinned and said, "Now do you still dare to call my barbarians wild monkeys?"

Daoist Xiaoyao climbed out of the deep pit, and there was a terrible fist mark on his left face, and half of his face collapsed in, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, twisted his neck, and slammed towards the army of barbarian warriors in front of him. swung a sword.

Fengshen's face suddenly changed, but the battle was too chaotic, and the barbarian warriors did not notice this.

The sword aura of the Black Prison Sword turned into a huge half-moon-shaped sword aura, rushing into the barbarian army!

Dozens, hundreds, thousands!
Thousands of barbarian warriors were cut in half on the spot, including those unlucky Gu Xius.

Thousands of barbarians collapsed across the site, and even the nearby boulders were chopped off in half.

Master Xiaoyao raised his head, looked at the Fengshen whose face was almost distorted in anger, and said coldly, "How about it, wild monkey, my sword is not bad, right?"

Fengshen took a deep breath, and in the next second, blood lines as thick as a hair appeared around him.

These blood lines spun at high speed in front of him.

hum!
A terrifying force rushed from Fengshen's body to the sky, and Fengshen screamed and rushed towards Xiaoyao Sanren!

Daoist Xiaoyao's eyes widened suddenly, and he felt a terrible pressure from his head, and the place under his feet was also crushed by half an inch in an instant.

Master Xiaoyao laughed wildly under the pressure, "Okay! Let me see how powerful the wild monkey is!"

Daoist Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head, and a black lightning bolt approached Sanren Xiaoyao in an instant!

boom!
The fist collided with the Black Prison Sword, and a wave of circular shock waves visible to the naked eye spread in all directions from the contact between the two, and the surrounding ground suddenly stirred up thousands of layers of huge waves, directly smashing all the ancient cultivators nearby. Fly with barbarian warriors!
The finely broken stones hit the colorful glazed tree, making a crackling sound, and the stones sank deeply into the sacred tree.

Xiaoyao Sanren raised his head abruptly, his eyes were engulfed by black air, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he was still smiling!

"Is this the violent power of the barbarians? It is said that this desperate way of fighting will shorten your lifespan!"

Fengshen's eyes were red, and he had no intention of answering Xiaoyao Sanren's answer, and his fists immediately swung towards Xiaoyao Sanren's body like rain.

Xiaoyao Sanren shielded his body with both hands, and he couldn't lift his sword hand. He retreated, but his legs seemed to grow on the ground, and he couldn't move an inch!

Looking down at his feet, it turned out that he was entangled in the roots of the tree. Xiaoyao Sanren suddenly looked in the direction of the seven-color glazed tree, and said through gritted teeth: "I forgot about you!"

Xiaoyao Sanren roared, and there was a sound of thunder and tiger roaring in his mouth in an instant, and the powerful spiritual energy directly moved the Fengshen who was constantly throwing punches at him in front of him to move several feet away on the ground.

The wind thread rolled up by the black air was like a sharp knife and ran away in the arena.

Fengshen had to cover his mouth and nose, and kept walking backwards.

Billowing black mist continuously rushed out from Xiaoyao Sanren's body, the black mist surged to the sky, and quickly spread in all directions, and everyone was actually engulfed in the black mist.

A silent killing begins here!

Next, there was a continuous sound of landing in the black mist, whether it was Gu Xiu or the barbarian warriors, they were all falling down crazily.

Either their bodies were divided into two, or there were terrible wounds, and their deaths were horrible.

And those top human cultivators who saw Xiaoyao Sanren kill two Guiyuan Daxiu with one sword, at this moment, they dare not go forward easily at this moment, and stare down in the sky with ugly faces.

"Is this the real strength of Xiaoyao Sanren? The leader of the barbarian tribe is also very powerful, and he can fight this monster evenly!"

Master Maitreya clasped his hands together, and said with a pale face, "We are so weak that it is difficult for us to participate in the battle. It's a sin, a sin!"

Fengshen suddenly shouted angrily at this moment, and said, "Zhao Yifan! Find a way to trap him!"

Zhao Yifan understood, and with a thought, the seven-color glazed tree suddenly grew countless thick vines, and then rolled towards the black mist.

Fengshen took a deep breath and blew towards the black mist.

Suddenly there was a violent gust of wind in the field, and the gust of wind directly blew away all the black mist.

The Xiaoyao Sanren who were killing wildly in the black mist also stopped at this time.

I saw that he was covered in blood, his hair was messy, and his Taoist robe was extremely tattered. He looked like a beggar on the street.

But it is because of this person that the strongest practitioners of the human race are discouraged and dare not fight indiscriminately!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yifan couldn't help feeling grateful to himself that it was a very correct choice to win over the barbarians.

If all hope is placed on this group of human cultivators who are greedy for life and afraid of death, it is estimated that it will really be over!
Xiaoyao Sanren was taken aback for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, and smiled at Fengshen, a broken tooth fell out of his mouth, and he didn't realize it, "It seems that you are in a hurry to die, then I will send you a ride All right!"

There was a sudden soft sound from under Xiaoyao Sanren's feet, and he rose from the ground, rushed into the sky, held the Hei Prison sword in his hand, and stabbed fiercely towards the ground!
A huge black giant sword took shape in an instant. This sword is hundreds of feet in size, and it is clearly a huge black prison sword.

The direction of this sword is where Fengshen stood.

Fengshen gritted his teeth, and the spiritual energy in his body gushed out violently, screaming nine days, and punched the sky violently!
The collision between swords and fists, competing against each other in the air.

Zhao Yifan immediately summoned a hundred flying swords, his pupils shrank suddenly, pointed at Xiaoyao Sanren in the air, and shouted: "Hundred swords kill demons, you will never die or return, go!"

clap clap clap!
The gigantic sword in the sky disappeared inch by inch, but Fengshen's punch was thrown out directly, and the huge fist passed directly through Xiaoyao Sanren's body.

Xiaoyao Sanren shouted angrily, resisting with his body, his face twisted instantly under the power of the fist, but he was still unmoved, his hands slammed to the left and right.

Snapped!
The huge fist print was instantly torn apart by him, and Fengshen vomited out a mouthful of old blood, and looked at Xiaoyao Sanren in the sky like a monster.

Xiaoyao Sanren raised his head and let out harsh laughter!

(End of this chapter)