The chaotic wind rolled up the snow on the ground several feet high, and the fragments of the Zen staff drew irregular deep marks on the ground, and even a snow tree dozens of meters away was swept into it by this violent force, and the whole tree shattered, and the branches flew sideways and scattered all over the ground!

After a few seconds, everything was calm, and a golden bronze figure stood still, motionless.

"Come out!"

Before Chen Fan's figure appeared, the golden bronze man opened his eyes, his eyes were full of golden oil, he slapped it with one palm, and there was no golden aura overflowing, but the air was compressed, making a sound of breaking the air.

Boom!

A dull sound rang out!

A few meters away, on a rock, a deep palm print appeared!

On the other side, Chen Fan flashed out from behind the rock, his hands still maintaining a cross blocking posture, but the double knives he held, whether it was with the Bright Sun or the Divine Moon, seemed to be sealed, without any brilliance.

"What did this bald donkey do?"

Chen Fan only felt that his internal breath was disordered, and the double knives he held lost the sense of flesh and blood, not only that, but he felt that there was no trace of aura in the air around him, as if he was in a vacuum realm.

Chen Fan looked at it, only to see that the King of Daming had turned into gold and bronze, and the monk's robe he was wearing inside had long been gone, and the whole person was like a Shaolin bronze man.

Chen Fan was surprised, only to hear a Brahman's voice coming from all directions.

"Buddha!!"

Chen Fan only felt that his body was tight, and the aura in his body could not break out of his body, and his consciousness moved, but he saw that King Daming did not use a strange body technique, but walked straight towards him.

But he didn't come, he stretched out a palm, and the palm in Chen Fan's pupils became sharply larger, one foot, two feet, one meter, two meters!

Chen Fan burst out, his true qi was running to the extreme, the power of imprisonment finally disappeared, he waved his hands forward, and his double knives drew two sword shadows in the air!

But both the momentum and the sword momentum cannot be compared with just now.

The two sword shadows slashed on the golden palm print, and the bright sun did not absorb any spiritual energy, but penetrated through the palm of the palm.

Chen Fan's pupils shrank, and he was about to change his move, when the great power contained in that palm suddenly exploded, and an unprecedented sense of crisis made Chen Fan's cold hair stand on end.

He was holding the knife, but at this time, it became an elbow!

In a hurry, Chen Fan urged the Liuren Divine Skill, using the knife as his palm, and slapped twice in a row!

Boom!

Boom!

Zheng!

In the air, two sword shadows flew past Chen Fan's side, deeply embedded in the stone crevice dozens of meters behind him.

Chen Fan, on the other hand, stood up straight, flew out more than ten meters upside down, and turned a few times in the air before he stabilized his figure.

Chen Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling the incomparably sour numbness in his arms, he was surprised in his heart, he had been soaked in the medicine jar since he was a child, quenched himself with medicine, and cultivated the Liuren Divine Skill to the fourth layer, the skin, bones and blood were far stronger than ordinary people, even in the face of the crazy demon young master, it was only slightly inferior in strength, but the monk in front of him was much more powerful than Luo Mo in terms of strength.

Chen Fan's eyes were surging with different colors, and he finally noticed that the prayer flags and runes hanging on the two trees were surging, turning into brilliant scriptures one by one, forming a pale golden cover within a radius of several hundred meters, which seemed to have inspired some kind of special isolation formation, making it impossible to communicate with the outside world within the formation, and as for the aura in the formation, it was even more because the monk detonated the Zen staff and was exhausted!

Looking at the monk turned into a bronze man, Chen Fan still didn't understand the other party's intentions, although the divine sword and the sun could absorb the other party's aura for his own use, one eliminated the other, originally Chen Fan won the battle, but this monk is really good, the secret technique is repeated, not only blocking the surrounding aura, but also blocking his own aura in the body, never overflowing, the palm just now, is the internal strength.

In other words, the next battle will be the most primitive and bloody martial arts fight, comparing who is stronger than whom, whose moves are more powerful!

"I see!"

Chen Fan took a deep breath and secretly operated the exercises, but neither the Taiyan Inner Scripture nor the Qi Accumulation Technique could absorb any aura from this formation, but he secretly communicated with the Purple Mansion and found that the Purple Mansion and the meridians were still the same, so he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although King Pulun, who had turned into a golden bronze man, knocked the double knives in Chen Fan's hands away with one palm just now, his frost eyebrows moved inexplicably, and a pair of eyes hidden with Buddha's light stared at Chen Fan, as if he was a little puzzled, obviously surprised that Chen Fan had such strength.

"Buddha Present!"

King Daming put his hands together, his palms thought right, and when he parted again, his palms turned into nine, turned into eighty-one, overlapping shadows, sound waves in the air, and his footsteps moved, and he was in front of Chen Fan in the blink of an eye.

Chen Fan's eyes are full of light, there are palm prints on the front and back, and the figure of the King of Daming is constantly changing, like thousands of Buddhas dazzling, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the fake.

Chen Fan was not flustered, the other party was afraid that the aura would be absorbed, so all his abilities were turned into ancient martial arts, in addition to fighting strength, he also fought whose internal strength was strong.

Chen Fan's figure seems to be immovable, but in fact, during the changes of the Buddha, he himself has also turned into three afterimages, six afterimages, and nine afterimages.

The other party fights with fiction and reality, Chen Fan responds with his phantom body method, he only learned this body method last night, there are still many places that cannot be integrated, and the experience is not deep, now it is just right to practice with battle!

In the formation, dozens of Buddha palms chased the nine afterimages, and the range of position changes was not large, but there were countless dangers, and several times several Buddha palms were about to pinch the afterimages, but they were all dodged by the afterimages.

After chasing for dozens of seconds, the golden and bronze figure looked a little irritable, chanted a Buddha horn, and saw dozens of palms gathered in one place, descending from the sky, and turning into a huge palm print.

Almost at the same time, the phantom disappeared, revealing Chen Fan's figure, his hands were on the top, his palms were together, his hands were in a semi-circular posture left and right, and when they were put together, his palms were pasted, and a round Tai Chi pattern appeared.

Boom!

The giant palm struck on the Tai Chi pattern, and the golden Buddha light and the emerald green Tai Chi pattern stalemate with each other for a few seconds, and then collapsed together!

"Who taught you the Tai Chi method?"

King Pulun Daming turned his palm into a fist and blasted towards Chen Fan.

The true qi overflowed, and instantly turned into a roaring tiger, and the sound of the tiger's roar was accompanied by the wind, which made Chen Fan's hair tremble!

Chen Fan also squeezed his fist, and the red fireworks wrapped his fist, without any fancy fancy, and hit straight forward!

The golden tiger's forehead transformed by true qi was hit by Chen Fan's fiery red fist, and it roared like a spirit, and its front paws grabbed down towards Chen Fan.

"Humph!"

The Taiyan True Qi wrapped in Chen Fan's fist came out of his hand and fell into the tiger's body, and the golden tiger let out a long roar, engulfing the fist inside, and dissipating each other again and becoming invisible!

"You actually learned the Taiyan Neijing?"

The Buddha light flowed on Monk Pulun's face, and his golden and copper-colored skin was a little darker than just now, he glanced at Chen Fan, his palm changed, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring, and the golden dragon transformed by true qi roared and rushed towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan seemed to be calm, but in fact he was secretly frightened, it was the first time he had seen the aura suppressed in his body and changed into the posture of a dragon and tiger. The switch of the true qi form, as if to open a door to Chen Fan, in the past, he learned Tai Chi, always felt that he had reached a bottleneck, unable to enter a new realm, now, he faintly grasped something, Chen Fan's true qi urged, Tai Chi pattern suddenly appeared, this time, Tai Chi pattern all turned purple, he pointed forward, Tai Chi pattern like a picture, the golden dragon angry claws flying in the air, was easily sucked into the pattern, it looks like a freehand landscape map!

(End of chapter)