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Chapter 336 Innate Spirit Treasure, Flame Flag from the Ground!

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    At this moment, Mu Zha, a Buddhist Hui'an walker, and Fuhu Arhat felt a huge pressure, which suddenly fell from the sky and fell directly on their bodies.

    For a moment, their figures all slowed down slightly, and the operation of the Dharma was also a little stagnant.

    "This turned out to be another hymn aimed at our Buddhism!"

    "Damn Bu Feifan!"

    Hui'an Walker Mu Zha and Fuhu Arhat cursed loudly, horrified, unexpectedly in a short period of time, Bu Feifan displayed a variety of poems aimed at Buddhism one after another!

    This is simply the public enemy of Buddhism!

    "break!"

    At this moment, not far away, Zhong Liquan, the human teacher who was fighting with Xingtian Xuying, suddenly scolded angrily.

    I saw his palm flipping lightly, the fan fluttered in the palm of his hand, and the raging flames burst out in full bloom, and in an instant, the phantom of Xing Tian was shrouded in it.

    Chi Chi!

    The raging flames were burning Xingtian phantom, making harsh sounds.

    Although Xing Tian is the god of war and can be called unparalleled, he is just a phantom after all.

    However, Zhong Liquan, who taught Zhong Liquan, was a long-established strongman at the pinnacle of Daluo Jinxian, with many methods. After confrontation for a long time, he finally gained the upper hand in the battle at this time.

    "Roar!"

    The Xing Tian phantom who was burned by the flames roared angrily: "How dare you hurt me!"

    The sound came out, the sky and the earth shook, and the endless breath suddenly became chaotic.

    However, the man who taught Zhong Liquan was not affected in the slightest, and said coldly: "Scatter it for me!"

    After finishing speaking, Zhong Liquan dragged his hands lightly, and the plantain fan floated into the air, fanned slowly, and the flame became more and more vigorous, while Zhong Liquan stretched out two fingers, slightly close together, and pointed at the plantain fan from a distance.

    Quick!

    A scorching breath gushed out from his fingertips, connecting with the plantain fan in the void.

    Boom!

    Immediately, the flames became fierce again, the heat wave was billowing, the flames were raging, and the entire sky was rendered red.

    Xing Tian Xuying struggled in the flames, his strength gradually weakened, and his speed became slower and slower. From this appearance, it seemed that he could not last long.

    "Xing Tian is about to die, so we need to make a quick decision."

    His eyes glanced at the battle position, Bu Feifan breathed a sigh of relief, and lightly grasped his palm, the "Killing Buddha" blood sword trembled suddenly, emitting a buzzing sound, and the blood on it was dazzling.

    In the next moment, Bu Feifan's eyes locked on the golden lotus, and after the golden lotus, the real giant palm ultimate move.

    "Destroy!"

    With his lips parted slightly, an indifferent voice came out from his extraordinary mouth, and with a movement of his arm, the blood sword went away in response.

    Whoosh!

    There was a sound of piercing through the air, and the blood sword was already like an arrow leaving the string, with incomparable speed, and directly collided with the golden lotus that came from the spurt.

    Boom!

    As if destroying the dead, the blood sword pierced through the golden lotus without stagnation, and the golden lotus withered inch by inch, turning into annihilation. The cultural energy and Dharma in the void exploded loudly, and the void shook endlessly.

    "not good!"

    Mu Zha, a Buddhist Hui'an walker, shrank his pupils, said in secret, and wanted to cast the spell again, but he had cast the spell just once, and it would take some time to mobilize the Dharma at this time. After all, he used the secret method, not the real strength that can be displayed at this time  .

    Everything is a little bit late.

    That bloody sword pierced straight out, and wherever it passed, all the boundless dharma dissipated, and the golden light was annihilated, even the golden lotus under the foot of Mu Zha, the Hui'an walker, the light on it also dimmed.

    And the blood sword, still going forward without hesitation, shot away, and collided fiercely with the giant hand that covered the sky and the sun in the void.

    Boom!

    The boundless Dharma was annihilated in an instant, and the blood sword, still with incomparable power, broke through the giant palm and moved towards the position where Fuhu Arhat was.

    The giant palm of Crouching Tiger Arhat is the ultimate move, and Bu Feifan will not show any mercy to anyone who uses the ultimate move against him.

    "Pfft!"

    The giant palm was instantly annihilated, and the figure of the crouching tiger arhat trembled, communicating with the giant palm, and when he spat out a mouthful of blood, the figure flew upside down.

    In an instant, Fuhu Luohan's body seemed to be ravaged by countless sharp knives, all internal organs were torn apart, and there were sharp knives with monstrous blood in it, swimming constantly.

      Killing the Buddha with a sword, the power is overwhelming!

    Even the Dharma of a Buddhist sect that is a big realm higher than the extraordinary can be directly broken, let alone the crouching tiger Arhat of the same realm?

    If it fell directly on Fuhu Arhat, it would be enough to kill him!

    At this time, the blood sword was like this. After breaking through the giant Buddhist palm, it was already very close to the Fuhu Arhat. If the Fuhu Arhat hadn't been hit hard and retreated involuntarily, it would be the soul of the dead under the sword.

    But now, Fuhu Luohan's eyes were full of horror, and the blood sword was already approaching his face.

    "Fellow Daoist Fuhu, someone is here to help you!"

    But at this time, the man taught Zhong Liquan, and got rid of Xing Tian's phantom. Seeing this scene, his eyes turned cold, and he immediately shouted angrily, and his figure moved instantly, rushing away like a stream of light.

    Zhong Liquan's goal is to rush to Fuhu Arhat's side, and block the fatal blow of the blood sword for him!

    He could sense that if this sword hit, Fuhu would definitely die!

    And of course he couldn't just sit idly by, after all, if Fuhu Luohan was beheaded by Bu Feifan, it would not only be a slap in the face of Buddhism, but also a slap in the face of those strong men who fought against Bu Feifan together.

    In addition, Fuhu Luohan can be regarded as one of their combat powers, and Zhong Liquan also has the will to kill Bu Feifan, so he can't give in to Bu Feifan to succeed.

    "Flame flag off the ground!"

    During the gallop, Zhongliquan's speed was not as fast as that of the blood sword. Seeing that Fuhu Luohan was about to die under Bu Feifan's sword, he immediately shouted angrily.

    Whoosh!

    A command flag suddenly appeared, turned into a red streamer, and instantly came to Fuhu Arhat.

    The flag is square and square, and the flag is fluttering in the wind. It is obviously extremely weak, but it has a sense of indestructibility. At the critical moment, it protects the crouching tiger Arhat, bursting with boundless red light, just blocking the "killing"  Buddha's deadly sword.

    Boom!

    In an instant, the blood sword pierced directly on the flag, a strong breath raged, and the vibrating void fluctuated slightly.

    After a while, the flag was intact!

    On the other hand, the "Killing Buddha" blood sword that Bu Feifan used, trembled slightly after a moment of stalemate, and disappeared without a trace.

    The blood sword of the seventh-grade hymn "Killing the Buddha" was broken after a short handover with this flag!

    The flag is only about one foot seven inches, red all over, fluttering in the wind, hunting, just silently in front of the crouching tiger arhat.

    On top of it, strands of fireworks blooming with strange red light hang down from the flag, turning into steaming mist, forming a layer of defense, which just protects the crouching tiger arhat tightly.

    "Flame flag from the ground Xiantian Lingbao?!"

    Sensing the dao rhyme aura belonging to the "innate spiritual treasure" on the Lingqi, Bu Feifan took a deep breath, and his expression couldn't help changing slightly, revealing a trace of solemnity.

    Unexpectedly, this Zhong Liquan has such an existence as an innate spirit treasure!

    And at this time, Zhong Liquan's figure had also rushed to Fuhu Luohan's side.

    Immediately, he saw his palm move slightly, and an invisible breath turned into a big hand, which gently supported the flying Tiger Arhat.  The ground flame flag was collected in the palm.

    In a short while, Zhong Liquan looked at Bu Feifan with cold eyes, and said proudly: "The Lidi Flame Banner is the treasure of my master Taiqing sage, and it is also a famous thing among many innate spiritual treasures. I advise you not to  No more needless struggles!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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