Chapter 157 Fan Xiuwen's Choice
The bursting energy, accompanied by a loud bang, rolled up the dust, like a sandstorm, and quickly rushed in all directions.
At the same time, there are fiery waves and that purple-black energy chasing everyone.
No enemy or me!
The three Dharma bodies resisted for a moment, and then fell apart!
The practitioners in red robes have the lowest cultivation base... Even if they fly with all their strength, it is impossible for them to fly fast, and they will be swallowed by the ruthless purple energy in an instant.
"Master... Three senior brothers and four senior brothers!" Xiao Yuan'er pointed to Duanmu Sheng and Ming Shiyin who were flying fast.
"Stop!" Lu Zhou raised his hand!
According to their cultivation base, after fighting for so long, it is difficult to leave the affected area in a very short period of time even if they use the Great Divine Ability.
Fei Nian must wait for them to come up.
Lu Zhou was calm on the surface, but he was full of regrets in his heart.
In his eyes, those red-robed practitioners are all targets that can provide merit points!
The ten witches are all dead... The only one who has a little merit is that witch student, but unfortunately, this wave of energy burst may not survive.
As for Fan Xiuwen and the two black knights, they are worth a lot of merit points!
If you don't make money...that's blood loss!
While thinking about it, Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng jumped onto the chariot.
"Walk!"
Flying chariot starts.
When the flying chariot stops and starts again, this process will inevitably slow down the rhythm.
It was just a beat of time that the powerful purple-black energy chasing Duanmusheng and Ming Shiyin rushed over.
The monstrous purple energy is like a giant wave!
Lu Zhou frowned slightly, looking up at the huge wave.
Originally, I felt blood loss... Do I still need to take an impeccable one?
Moreover, the impeccable estimate is the same as the fatal blow, and there is a high probability that it is a single defense!
Sudden--
In that monstrous wave, an eight-leaf golden lotus Dharma body radiated a great victory!
At the same time, a strong gust of wind blew up.
Fan Xiuwen appeared in the Dharma body covered in blood!
"Fan Xiuwen isn't dead yet?" Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng stepped forward, looking at Fan Xiuwen cautiously.
Lu Zhou changed his strategy and said indifferently, "The mayfly shakes the tree!"
Do you want to bite me before you die?
A fatal blow card appeared in his palm.
However……
Fan Xiuwen's huge hurricane rushed in the opposite direction!
"Huh? He's helping us!" Ming Shiyin said in surprise.
Lu Zhou was also surprised.
Fan Xiuwen should be at the same level as Motian Pavilion. At this time, he should be eager to let these bursting energy destroy the cloud-piercing chariot! Why did you choose to help Motian Pavilion?
What does this mean?
"Wait." Lu Zhou raised his hand.
Fan Xiuwen, who has eight leaves, is so powerful, and it makes sense.
But what is shocking is that it is not easy for him to survive the bursting energy of the Ten Witches.
Ming Shiyin shook his head with a sigh and said, "Fighting the danger of dantian's qi sea being abolished, using this technique... Fan Xiuwen is afraid that he will die."
Fan Xiuwen has done his best!
The monstrous purple and black waves retreated a bit under the circumstances of Fan Xiuwen's life!
Fan Xiuwen's tragic voice came, and he seemed to be exhausted——
"I, Fan Xiuwen... have never asked anyone... I tried my best to block these ten witches, I just ask the seniors to agree to one thing... Kill, kill... Mo Li!"
I didn't wait for Luzhou to agree.
The monstrous purple and black waves rolled over the wall.
The body of law dissipates!
The eight-leaf golden lotus turned a few times... and disappeared with the huge waves.
"Stupid choice." The huge wave simulated the shape of a huge face and said this.
The people above the flying chariot sighed for a while.
Who would have thought that Fan Xiuwen made this choice just to ask Luzhou for one thing?
The purple and black giant waves all over the sky dissipated.
Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng came to the flying carriage to instill vitality.
Although the power of sorcery is gone, the diffuse dust is still there!
The two still rode the chariot to the sky.
The Chuanyunfei chariot lit up, broke through the dust, and dragged out its long tail.
In a blink of an eye...
out of that area.
At the same time, the low-level cultivators who were watching from afar in Tangzi Town raised their heads one after another.
"Magic Heaven Pavilion has won!"
"Those red-robed practitioners are so powerful, yet they are still defeated by Motian Pavilion! How strong is Motian Pavilion?"
"Hey... Who knows, the sight was blocked just now, except for some bright lights and messy voices, I couldn't see anything."
"Just see the results! Facts have proved that even if Motian Pavilion does not have the first disciple, the second disciple...for the time being, no one can shake it!"
A long sigh, sighing.
From the very beginning, there were not many practitioners.
Later, they gradually gathered and watched the battle from a distance.
Among the crowd, the blue-robed swordsman who clasped his arms and looked calmly at the cloud-piercing chariot flying in the sky... shook his head.
"Hello."
"This brother, it's very dangerous over there, don't go over there..."
"Thank you." The blue-robed swordsman turned to the side, looking at the dust that gradually fell after the battle.
"Brother, you seem to be late... It's a pity that I didn't see this wonderful battle. Did the flying chariot see... the flying chariot of Motian Pavilion!"
The blue-robed swordsman looked at Fei Nian and ignored it.
"Hey, I didn't expect the Motian Pavilion to be so strong. How brilliant was the first and second disciples of the Motian Pavilion when they had not left... Now the style is still the same."
The blue-robed swordsman noticed his words, and his style remained the same.
Sometimes... the way of magic is not necessarily the target that everyone hates, and there are people who respect and worship.
Probably, this person is.
"Thank you for your compliment." The blue-robed swordsman nodded politely.
thanks? Neuropathy?
Just when the person felt strange.
The crowd burst into exclamations—
"Chun Yun Fei Nian is back!"
"Didn't go?!"
The low-level practitioners retreated one after another!
For fear that a devil will jump out of the Motian Pavilion and kill them all!
However...the things they feared didn't come up.
Cloud-piercing flying chariot flew back to the area of the great formation of the sages...the speed slowed down.
at the same time.
Lu Li was above the flying chariot, overlooking the surroundings.
"All eyes are restored... Find Elder Hua."
"Yes."
Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng leap into the chariot!
Just as the two jumped out, the low-level cultivator who was watching the battle in Tang Zizhen turned his head and ran!
Run as fast as you want.
Ming Shiyue was condescending and saw this scene.
"All the cowards."
"If they're not afraid...that's not normal." Duanmusheng choked him.
"Goodbye, Third Senior Brother."
The two landed.
The ground where the battle had been fought was devastated.
The place where witchcraft is set is even more charred.
"Elder Hua shouldn't leave too far." Ming Shiyin looked around.
"Luo Shisan is not an ordinary person... I'm afraid that Elder Hua is not an opponent."
"Elder Hua's Liuheyin has the ninth character, Luo Shisan's thirteen swords, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."
"It's just a beating... If I were Luo Shisan, I would slowly consume him." Duanmusheng said this with a trace of dissatisfaction.
Ming Shiyin coughed, pretended not to understand, and said, "What the third senior brother said makes sense."
creak.
creak.
"what sound?"
Ming Shiyin turned around.
In a pile of blackened dirt nearby, a hand suddenly stretched out!
Ming Shiyin was startled, pointed at the dark arm and said, "Cheating a corpse?"
But on second thought...
Who can survive such a powerful energy?
Ming Shiyin is a smart person... His name popped into his mind for the first time!
"No way... Fan Xiuwen?"