Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 48

Fang Xian is betting!

Betting on the supernatural spell of 'Royal Sword Art' also has flaws.

After all, the coercion of his three-eyed evil-patterned white tiger can only spread to a distance of a kilometer, and it will be unsustainable.

Both are great masters, and the opponent controls the sword with his heart, and his body will not be too far away!

It is undoubtedly unwise to fight against Feijian, you must find the enemy's body!
If you lose the bet, it's nothing.

It is better to die on the road of pursuing the scenery than to do nothing in the previous life!

My own white tiger aura spread out, and the mental strength of all creatures contained in it could be clearly seen.

"No, no, no..."

Fang Xian quickly distinguished and started to move.

At this time, the flying sword in the sky fell again.

"Hoohoo!"

The three-eyed evil-patterned white tiger roared at the flying sword.

The ripples visible to the naked eye made the speed of the flying sword in the blue light seem to slow down a little.

For a master like Fang Xian, this tiny bit is the boundary between life and death!

He walked like a tiger, cooperated with the [Eye of the Profound Cave] to observe the trajectory, kept dodging, and his body was already dripping with blood.

"Huh? Found it!"

While moving at high speed, Fang Xian suddenly sensed a spirit.

This spirit is incomparably vast, surpassing the ignorance of ordinary masters, and it seems to be connected with heaven and earth, and has an inexplicable connection with that flying sword.

"It's the great master's harmony between man and nature!"

Without thinking, he rushed towards the prescription.

"Even if I die, I will drag you along!"

Fang Xian's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he was about to fight to the death.

But at this moment, the flying sword in the sky suddenly accelerated, stopped attacking, and landed in that square.

"Is this rushing to protect the lord? Is there any flaw in this sword control technique? For example, when performing it, I can't move?"

Fang Xian's eyes brightened: "Let me just say, how can there be such terrifying magical powers in this world!"

"What a White Tiger Star Lord, I'll see you later."

From a tree hole, the swordsman leaped out at an astonishing speed, and left quickly.

"He's faster than me..."

Fang Xian chased after him for a while, then stopped: "It seems that today, only one grand master came to suppress the formation, and he is not sure that he can kill me... Next time, I will definitely call Shang Zhifan, maybe there are traps... "

"It's a pity that today's opportunity, if it is Zhifan monk who came, I might be beaten to death by me..."

If the sword walks lightly, the body skills must be fast, but those who practice hard skills must slow down the body skills.

The great masters of Vatican and Taoism are not Chinese cabbage, there are only two in total, and they will probably be enemies in the future, and killing one counts as one!
I can't leave one of them today, and [-]% of myself will end up being treated like a madman from Chu in the future.

He stopped suddenly, treated the wound on his body, and sighed secretly.

This is him.

If Yulongjiao and the others come, one counts as the other, and they all have to be beheaded by Feijian, which is unreasonable!

……

East of the Baiyun Mountains.

A big camp.

The banners covered the sky and the sun, and the soldiers camped together. It was a camp with more than [-] troops.

Among them is a dragon flag, waving in the wind.

This is the camp where the emperor of Yuanwu Kingdom personally marched.

Outside the main tent of the Chinese army, Zhou Banxian, the former staff member and now the national advisor, stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes slightly: "The military spirit is at its peak, and there is dragon spirit sitting in control. I will be invincible here. Yuanwu will dominate the world, and the old Taoist Fu Longting will Taoism has become..."

He secretly saw the strength of the Damo Kingdom, and he was completely vulnerable to the Yuanwu Kingdom.

As for today's battle of the masters, the possibility of the six major factions winning is also very high, besides, there are two pulses of Vatican and Dao.

"What is the general trend, this is the general trend!"

"Fate is in Yuanwu, the general trend is in me!"

Zhou Banxian wanted to laugh heartily, but suddenly had another whim, thinking of an arrogant and domineering figure: "Mr. Baihu Xing, you are so unwise, you made a wrong step..."

At this moment, a messenger rushed over: "My lord... the pigeons in Baiyun Mountain passed the letter."

"Oh? The battle of the masters has a result? It's time to go west."

Zhou Banxian smiled, opened the information, his hands were trembling suddenly: "A big victory from a side door? Suspected to be a great master? Not good... I'm going to see His Majesty... Tell him to hurry..."

hoohoo!

At this moment, from the northwest corner of the camp, there was a sudden sound of chaos.

"There are enemies rushing to the camp!"

The entire camp suddenly seemed to come alive.

All the generals and school lieutenants were in armor, urging their troops to prepare for battle.

Even the martial arts masters affiliated to the Yuanwu Kingdom performed lightness kung fu and rushed to the battlefield.

As one of the largest powers in the mainland, Yuan Wu's army is full of military spirit, well-trained in peacetime, and calm in times of crisis.

"The lord of the Damo Kingdom dared to attack the camp? I underestimated him...but all the outlying knights are dead, how can they report to the camp?"

The original second prince, now Emperor Yuanwu, was dressed in golden armor and walked out of the tent surrounded by many people: "Beat the drum and destroy all the enemies!"

"According to the order!"

The sound spread far away.

Emperor Yuanwu squinted his eyes comfortably.

But not long after, various battle reports came quickly.

"Your Majesty, the Feihe Army has been breached and suffered heavy losses!"

"Your Majesty, General Zhang Feihe died in battle, and the eighteen royal priests died in battle..."

"Your Majesty, the enemy has broken through the front battalion, please quickly withdraw to the rear!"

……

"I won't go!"

Emperor Yuanwu's face was pale: "Who is the enemy?"

"Only one person!"

"It's Lord White Tiger Star...Fang Xian!"

"It's him!"

Zhou Banxian was shaken.

At this moment, there was a panic ahead.

He saw... a white tiger with three-eyed evil stripes visible to the naked eye, like a demon god descending into the world, rushing from left to right in the army, the black and red patterns on its body have a strange twisted feeling, which makes everyone who has seen it tremble. It was dark.

Within a kilometer range of the white tiger, ordinary soldiers fell down like cutting wheat, and occasionally a few strong-willed ones seemed to have turned into clay sculptures and stone sculptures, unable to move at all.

"Ordinary grand masters don't dare to charge thousands of troops by themselves, but I dare! '

Fang Xian walked fast, and he punched anyone who dared to stand in front of him.

'I am suppressed by the white tiger method. Within a thousand meters, ordinary people will faint directly, and warriors below the master will be greatly weakened, so there is nothing to be afraid of! '

Moreover, after the great master, he has practiced kung fu all over his body to the peak.

An ordinary person's sword or even a bow and arrow fell on his body, and they were fired with a light flick, and they couldn't hurt a single hair on him.

All kinds of factors add up to create such a brilliant result.

The power of one person can break through ten thousand armies!

There is even a dragon flag in sight.

"Protect the Emperor!"

Amid the loud shouts, an old eunuch with a feminine temperament led a group of innate masters to rush out.

"Huh? Grandmaster? It's a pity that I'm weak..."

Fang Xian took a step forward and opened his big hand: "Tiger-shaped claw!"

The white tiger in mid-air absorbed a lot of blood, making it appear thicker and more agile, and pressed down with one paw.

puff!
In an instant, the master master of the royal family's secret collection exploded into blood mist.

Fang Xian took another step and snorted coldly, all the horses fell to the ground in fright, foaming at the mouth.

"The emperor...does he still want to run away?"

He stopped in front of Emperor Yuanwu and Zhou Banxian, with a half-smile on his face: "The master was defeated, I'm here to get what I deserve."

"I can issue an order that the Dharma will be a country that will not be conquered."

The former Second Prince took a deep breath.

"Unfortunately, I just want to take your life today." Fang Xian sighed quietly, flicked his fingers, and this extremely powerful and ambitious emperor on the mainland was decapitated.

"No...impossible, the emperor has the aura of a real dragon, and the destiny is in his body, how could he die?"

Zhou Banxian's expression was pale, it seemed that the death of the emperor had brought him a great blow.

"Supernatural powers are no match for karma, so go too!"

Fang Xian shook his head and slapped...

(End of this chapter)