What kind of strength does Fu Yang have at present?

His Maoshan Taoist cultivation level is about the early stage of Yilu Zhenren, and he is already considered the best among the younger generation of Taoism.

The power of ghosts awakens for the second time. If you release the mysterious beast claw or the Thousand Mechanical Ghost Slash while fighting desperately, it will probably be equivalent to the peak strength of the Second Lu Zhenren!

As for the six styles of the wild...

That is actually a skill of using the power of the ghost realm, which can make Fu Yang maintain the combat state of the power of the ghost realm more lasting! But his own power level will not be improved.

In addition, Fu Yang's truly strongest attack method is the Five Elements Gourd that uses the power of the ghost path to activate!

Whether it is the metallic "sword intent" or the wood-attributed "cage", they all have the effect of injuring Sanlu Zhenren on the front and sneak attacking Silu Zhenren on the back!

However, in case of sneak attacks, it is almost impossible to pass in a one-on-one head-on battle.

So objectively speaking, in the fight that will be desperate for life.

Fu Yang's combat power is approximately between the early stage and the middle stage of Sanlu Zhenren!

Unless he can find an opportunity for the opponent to underestimate the enemy, use the Five Elements Gourd to seriously injure him, and then do it again...

Speaking of which, Brother Xiong next to the car door caught Master Xiong, and after hearing the order that Fu Yang asked them to leave first.

He hesitated for less than half a second.

He nodded hard at Fu Yang, gritted his teeth and got into the red Ferrari!

Started the sports car at the fastest speed.

With the huge engine roaring, the car began to accelerate...

At this time, the huge weasel beast soul roared and ran to chase the sports car.

After all, the car has just accelerated, and even a top sports car may be caught up by this terrifying totem beast soul in one or two seconds. What's more, who knows what kind of magical power it has?

"Damn yellow, your opponent is me!" Fu Yang yelled.

Thousands of Machines Ghost Dao Slash!

He immediately killed him.

The black sword aura slashed through the void and shot straight to the back of the neck of the huge weasel beast soul who was planning to chase the car.

No matter how powerful this thing is, if such a fierce magic attack is really hit, it will definitely be a waste of time!

So the weasel beast soul did not dare to be too big. After feeling the terrifying magic attack behind him, his body suddenly shrank into a ball and rolled to the ground!

brush!

The black sword aura almost flew over its body, cutting down a large ball of hair behind it. It was floating and splashing, and it returned to yellow smoke...

Fu Yang was planning to take advantage of the victory and beat the dog to the water.

But those weasel beast souls who were relatively small in size and used farting to release paralytic gas have surrounded him. They stared at him with a vulgar and evil look.

Fu Yang could only give up the attack and immediately returned to defense, looking vigilantly at the yellow skin that surrounded him with five or six heads.

At this moment, he held the magic sword in his hand and looked at the sports car that had already gone far away.

I know that Mr. Xiong and others should be considered safe to escape.

Now, he is the only one left, facing this powerful dark shaman alone, the punishment officer of the Ninth Regiment of the Gods!

The chances are that there are fewer wins and more losses, and even the possibility of death is very high!

But for some reason, Fu Yang was not afraid.

On the contrary, he was full of heroism!

There is a feeling of boiling blood.

"If you want to fight, I will fight! Since my debut, Fu Yang has been walking on thin ice and facing the abyss, and has walked to this day with fear. There are many strong people who have died in my hands. And many of them are better than me."

"Today, I will add another powerful soul to my hand!"

"Urgen Chi! Come on, let me see how much you, a senior member of the Gods, have."

He laughed loudly, tightened the backpack straps that were carrying the Five Elements Gourd, and shocked the black magic sword in his hand.

He pinched the Maoshan spell seal with one hand and rushed away while waving the Qianji Angry Sword!

Puff puff puff...

The five or six smaller weasel beast souls were indeed shameless and shameless. They all raised their butts to the back and released a series of stinky farts!

Suddenly, a rich yellow paralysis poison gas spread.

Fu Yang didn't dare to be arrogant. If he was really infected by this kind of thing, he would have really gambled...

"Maoshan Wind Scream! Blow it away for me!"

He immediately roared, and actually broke out forcibly, and shot four wind roar curses in all directions!

Four huge and condensed qi balls flew out and then exploded with a bang.

The fierce wind was like a knife!

If an ordinary person is here, he may be tilted around in this hurricane and he will not be able to stand firmly...

This is indeed effective.

As soon as the wind roar curse was released, Fu Yang consciously used his spiritual power to control it, all the yellow paralyzing poison gases in the sky were blown out!

The surroundings suddenly became clear.

"Huh... I guess even if Urgen Qi is strong and summoning five or six small weasel beast souls at once, it will not be too easy for a large beast soul. I'll kill them all first!"

Fu Yang already had a scheming in his mind.

Faced with this kind of gang fight, he had a self-created spell, which was very suitable...

Ghost Spirit Control Fist!!!

"The last time I saw this move was a demon man who manipulated the pseudo-zombie from the Fourth Group of the Ten Thousand Gods Cult. This time, it was the ninth Group of the Ten Thousand Gods Cult to taste it."

Sharp and clang...

As the metal friction sounds, the Qianji Angry Sword in Fu Yang's hand turned into a metal fist, covering his right forearm.

He took a deep breath.

The spiritual power of Taoism is surging.

The power of the ghost realm surges out!

Ghost path... Spirit-controlling fist!

This is a fusion spell created by Fu Yang, based on the "giant spirit punch" in Maoshan Taoism and attached to the power of the ghost.

The huge black metal fist appeared out of thin air, just like the right arm of the "giant god" that existed in ancient times in Taoist legends has truly arrived! It is connected to Fu Yang's right arm...

Boom!

Fu Yang swung the huge metal fist phantom and punched him in front.

The small weasel beast souls that were close to each other were directly destroyed and turned into yellow smoke and dissipated...

Then he swung this hard again!

The ghost spirit control fist swept across the circle three hundred and sixty degrees, and it was so thunderous that it was invincible!

The remaining three or four weasel beast souls were unable to dodge at all and were directly bombarded into a slag!

In the end, only the large weasel beast soul, which is comparable to the Siberian tiger, is left...

At this moment, its eyes were blood red, saliva drooping from its bloody mouth, attacking Fu Yang.

"Die for me!"

Fu Yang used all his strength to bombard the Ghost Spirit Control Fist!

The weasel beast soul's tail was raised high, its four claws tightly clamped the ground, and opened its bloody mouth and spit out a dark yellow light!

Wherever you pass, it is extremely poisonous and odorous. Even the air seems to be corroded, and there is a sizzling sound.

Boom!
Chapter completed!