City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

"I thought that Master Xuan Nan might only be better than me, but now it seems that the three of me combined are not his opponents!"

Long Jingtian looked at the mystery that had entered the battle state with a shocked face, and sighed with a bitter smile.

If it hadn't been for Long Jingtian to block the coercion of the heavenly martial artist from Xuan Nan for the Dragon Girl, the Dragon Girl would have long been unable to bear it, and would have retreated far.

Xuan Ku and the others were originally standing side by side with Long Jingtian, but at this time they were forced to retreat to a place five meters behind them under the pressure of Xuanqu.

Xuanku's expression is still normal, and the old people such as Juoren are already pale.

The profound distress is just the pressure released by them, which has already made them unbearable. If you act on them, it will definitely be the power of the mountains and the power of lightning and thunder, which can destroy them in one fell swoop.

This shows the power of the heavenly martial artist.

Fang Bai, who was only five meters away from the mystery, also put away his calm expression, his face became a little more solemn.

Most of the coercion released by Profound Dilemma was directed at Fang Bai, silently and violently slapped, as if it had been condensed into substance, Fang Bai only felt that the space in front of him seemed to be under the pressure. Squeezed into a vacuum zone, breathing is not smooth.

Fang Bai felt that if he replaced himself with a stone monument and erected it here, he would definitely be unable to resist the pressure of mystery and crack.

It seemed that Xuan Nan knew that his combat power was extraordinary, so he directly used eight points of his strength to test.

Fang Bai ran the "Dragon, Tiger, Lion and Elephant Gong" exercise, urging the true essence to circulate wildly in his body, exhaling his breath, and resisting the coercion of the heavenly martial artist from the mystery.

In fact, without touching the true essence, Fang Bai can withstand the coercion of the mystery by only relying on his tyrannical body, but it is a bit shocking, and Fang Bai does not intend to show it until the moment of life and death, otherwise he will be regarded as by the mystery and others. Treat it like a monster.

You know, no matter how strong a warrior is, it is after all a body of flesh and blood. Without the protection of true essence, how can a body of flesh and blood be harder than iron stone? That is beyond the cognition of secular humans.

"Master, offended!"

After resisting the coercive force of the mystery, Fang Bai yelled, shaking his body, rushing to the front of the mystery at an incredible speed, and punching out.

The body is like a dragon in the sky, and his fists are like tigers and thunder.

Long You Nine Heavens Body Art cooperated with Tiger Roar and Thunder Fist, holding the invisible and majestic True Yuan power, attacking Xuan Nan with an indomitable and indestructible power.

The chaotic true essence in Fang Bai's sea of ​​qi is a fusion of the seven true essences of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder. As his realm cultivation level improves, the chaotic true essence is constantly changing.

Now that Fang Bai’s divine consciousness looks inside, he will find that the chaotic true essence suspended in the sea of ​​air has grown to the size of a pigeon egg. Although the seven different attributes of true essence have become more barriers, they still tightly embrace each other. "Together, mutual growth and mutual restraint, as if to deduct the laws of nature and the way of heaven and earth.

Don't think this is just a small group of chaotic true essence, but there is amazing energy in it. Once this energy is fully exploded, the power is immeasurable.

Although Fang Bai had the ability to leapfrog and challenge, he did not dare to despise the super power who could only reach the mid-level of heaven in the face of mysterious difficulties.

His blow to Xuan Nan, with the chaotic essence wrapped in his fists, seemed to carry the sharpness of gold, the vitality of wood, the vigorous water, the violent fire, the thickness of earth, and the wind at the same time. The unrestrained and raging thunder, like the power of the natural world, all evolved in his fist.

Fang Bai's attack was shocking, as if unstoppable.

"If he attacks me with this punch, I may not be able to stop it!"

Long Jingtian widened his eyes and watched Fang Bai transform into a phantom, punching his fist. Only then did he truly believe that Fang Bai was not young and frivolous and passionate about challenging the mystery.

He really has the strength to fight a heavenly martial artist.

The old Shaolin monks such as Xuan Ku and Juoren also felt the majestic power contained in Fang Bai's punch, and they all drew a breath of horror in their eyes.

Especially the abbot Juoren, now he knows that Fang Bai's subordinates are merciful in the fight with Fang Bai just now, otherwise just with such a blow in front of him, he will be able to break his body and return his soul to the Western Paradise.

Sweeping Monk Xuan was also embarrassed in his painful heart. It is ridiculous that he had to fight Fang Bai on behalf of his brother before. If he was not stopped by the brother, he must have been the result of a miserable defeat.

The Dragon Girl originally vowed to surpass Fang Bai in front of her grandfather, but Fang Bai's punch made her completely give up.

She is only a profound-level intermediate martial artist, but Fang Bai is able to fight a heaven-level martial artist. This kind of strength gap is simply desperate!

With Fang Bai's punching, his true essence was violent and heavily overwhelming. Hundred tigers roared and thunder rolled, and the entire stone platform was enveloped by his punches.

When the fluttering snow fell several feet above the stone platform, it was shaken into nothingness by the force of the fist.

It is difficult to see that Fang Bai's punch actually contains a kind of heaven and earth, powerful beyond imagination, a touch of surprise passed in his eyes, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Good job!"

Xuan Nan's eyes widened, his aura skyrocketed again, and in a deep shout, with one palm forward, he slapped a "Prajna Zen palm" against Fang Bai's booming fist.

Prajna Zen palm evolved from the "Great Prajna Sutra" by Bodhidharma back then. It is broad and profound and contains a hint of Buddha's meaning.

The Xuan Nan style is patted with the palm of the Prajna Zen, with Buddha sounds lingering, like a monk chanting Buddhist scriptures, with a kind of tranquility and peace, and the power of cleansing the soul, making people unable to violently kill.

This palm can affect the mood of the warrior and disintegrate the fighting spirit of the warrior.

A warrior with a weak mind and a weak mood is about to lose immediately under the power of this palm.

However, Fang Bai was not affected by this palm.

Fang Bai in the previous life has gone through thousands of years and has experienced countless trials. I don’t know how many times he has hovered between life and death. No one can compare his firmness and state of mind. No external factors can affect his emotions and shake. His mind.

The collision between the Tiger Roaring Thunder Fist and the Prajna Zen palm was not as earth-shaking and loud as everyone expected, and there was no imaginary scene where the true essence was trembling and the air wave was scattered, even the clothes and clothes on the two of them. There is no fluctuation in hair and beard.

The two fisted against each other, and did not immediately separate, their lips were pressed tightly, and the expressions on their faces were unspeakably solemn.

There was silence in the valley, and the dragon girl, the ghost hand and the others opened their eyes wide, nervously watching the old and the young fighting on the stone platform, with a heart hanging high.

"Why don't they fight anymore? They haven't decided the winner yet..."

Seeing that Fang Bai and Xuan Nan had stood still for a long time, she couldn't help frowning and whispering.

"Look at their feet..."

Long Jingtian whispered to his granddaughter.

(PS: Something went wrong... Still writing...)