A terrible loud bang suddenly broke out at the edge of the forest.

The judge rushed down from the edge of the forest. The fire in the forest had been solved and was now rushing to the next area.

The most popular person in charge of this election was the judge, and he was also the only person who could fight across regions, because he did not practice the Five Elements Creation Kung Fu, but the martial arts from the old era.

Fang Changzai also killed all the way from below. There was really nothing among these people who could make him take seriously. In fact, they were not weak. At least they had experienced many battles and fought one after another. In the sixth level of Qi Condensation, their strength was still very strong, but compared to Fang Chang's current state of beast transformation, it was indeed much worse.

When a strong encounter was met, the invincible judge finally met an interesting opponent. The judge could sense the surging blood. He was the only one among the nine people who did not underestimate Fang Changzai.

"Borderless Purgatory."

At the beginning, the judge released his most powerful territory, and a black liquid as viscous as oil extended from the bottom.

The sixth level of Qi Condensation is a very special dividing line in the Qi Condensation stage. After the Five Elements Creation Power, the spiritual energy will produce a trace of spiritual energy, so it can learn the spirit control with both offense and defense. This is also the case with other exercises. After the sixth level of Qi Condensation, the spiritual energy will somewhat undergo qualitative changes and have extraordinary abilities.

The ability that the judge learned after the sixth level of Qi Condensation is this style, boundless purgatory, and domain-type magic.

Fang Changzai's ice and snow world is actually a realm. He is very afraid of such magic. It is not like a formation, and there is no array eye. He can find other ways to break it. The way to break the realm is to solve the caster or use the most arrogant power to crack it.

All the surrounding spaces turned black, and the sky seemed to be filled with a layer of black paint. Fang Chang seemed to be brought into a completely unfamiliar space.

The judge's figure was hidden in the black space, and the oil-like liquid below began to spit bubbles. The bubbles rose to two meters high. Finally, the bubble burst. A woman with disheveled hair appeared in the bubble. The woman's face was blocked by her hair, but the pale and thin arms and feet were clearly visible. She was as thin as a bamboo pole, and her hands and feet were withered branches.

Is this a human? Maybe it's a female ghost.

More and more bubbles emerge from the liquid, bursting one by one, and one skinny "people" emerge from the bubbles, including men and women, old and young.

It's very evil.

These "people" suddenly seemed to hear the order and raised their heads one after another. Strangely, there were no eyes on their faces, only two dark holes.

The next moment, all the "people" rushed up and waved their branches-like arms. Fang Changzai didn't think such a group of bones could pose any threat to him, but out of caution, he still punched them politely.

As expected, with one punch, these "people" broke into slag, without blood, and turned into a pile of white sand, fell to the ground, and eventually sank into the black liquid.

Bubbles appear from the liquid again, and "people" come out from it.

No matter how Fang Chang was killing, these "people" continued to appear, as if no matter how they were killed, they would not end, endlessly.

But it's just that. If you want to use this method to consume his physical strength, it would be too naive. Fang Chang was running in one direction and knocking away many "people" along the way. It was said that it was boundless, but the domain must have boundaries. Fang Chang hit the boundaries of the domain with one punch, but the domain did not change at all.

"Drums, the first style, ordinary fist!"

The drums sounded and the fists fell.

The punch finally changed. Many of the "people" who rushed towards him suddenly fell to the ground. After climbing up with difficulty, they fell down with another punch, and the remaining "people" also fell down one after another.

Under the liquid level, a bubble rose. What came out of the bubble was not those skinny "people", but the judge.

The judge untied his tightly dress and took out an iron token from the clothes.

"reverse."

The judge sighed slightly, and a breath of yin energy emerged from his mouth, forming an octagonal plate in front of him.

The octagonal plate began to rotate counterclockwise, emitting a purple mist.

The whole space began to be different. The "people" stood up and walked backwards like time traversing. In the end, they all gathered next to the judge.

The iron token waved into the air, and the Yin Qi floated out of the token, and strands of Yin Qi merged into the bodies of these "people".

But in a moment, these skinny "people" became strong, and even had an old set of bronze armor on their bodies and a neat bronze sword on their hands.

The octagonal plate merged into one of the people. An octagonal plate appeared on the person's chest. At the same time, the Yin Qi turned around and changed. The armor pattern on his body became different. There was an Yin Qi horse under his body, and the bronze sword in his hand also turned into a spear.

"Smelly soldiers, go."

At the command of the judge, the ghost soldier riding a horse raised the spear in his hand and pointed forward.

Thirty Yin soldiers with complete equipment rushed towards the front line in an orderly manner.

Fang Changzai finally met his opponent. The drums and fists could injure the Yin soldiers, but they could not be eliminated in one go. He merely destroyed the armor on their bodies.

After a punch, several more Yin soldiers came forward and slashed each other with swords. Fang Chang raised his hand to try to block it. What surprised him was that although the bronze sword could not cut open his battle suit, he still injured his arm through the battle suit, and the bone collided with the bronze sword and made a dull sound.

Fang Chang was hit by another sword on his back, and it felt like he was slapped hard by a stick. It really hurts a little.

His body was cut into pain. If it were the sixth level of ordinary Qi Condensation, it would probably be gged if it was cut into it.

The Master of Taiwan immediately saw through what was happening in the black sphere domain.

"This judge is not simple. His rating is a bit too low and he is hiding very deeply. With this method, all the six-level fire seeds of the war arena may not be his opponent. Is this the secret technique he has built with the martial arts? No wonder so many people are so eager for the old era's martial arts."

The whisper of the master was heard by Sister Li. She couldn't see what was happening in the field, and the other party was often very worried.

"Will he have something to do?"

The Taiwan leader shook his head and said nothing. If the judge met them, most of them would not be his opponents. If there was no accident, the judge would be the ideal candidate for the person in charge. But unfortunately, a monster appeared here.

"Interesting, ordinary boxing doesn't work, then... the second style, heavy rain!!"

The drums are connected together, dong! dong! dong!!

Countless phantoms appear, ten fists!!

The rainstorm blasted ten punches in a row, but these ten punches only made three drum sounds after the merger.

The victory of the rain is due to the speed of punches. There is no time to wait between the punches, that is, there is no cooling. Unlike ordinary punches, if you force two punches in a row, the qi and blood will be blocked and there must be buffering time. Once the rainstorm is used, it will be a storm-like offensive.

All the ghost soldiers surrounding him were destroyed.

The Yin soldiers rode a horse with guns and rushed up with a gun.

The power of the Yin soldiers is even greater. After ordinary fists face it, the side is often defeated.

The spear swung, the silver dragon swung its tail, and the rainstorm hit two punches in a row, and the body was repelled several steps.

The horse circled around Fang Changzai, and the spear was stabbed five times in succession. Fang Changzai also swung his punches five times in the right direction. At the beginning, Fang Changzai was defeated in strength, but after five punches, Fang Changzai's Torrential Rain had already swung the tenth punch. The more times the Torrential Rain swung, the stronger the power. After ten punches, the power of Torrential Rain was enough to repel him.

The general of the Yin soldier kept retreating, the horse neighed, raised his legs, and pressed half of his body down.

A stream of yin energy came from behind and turned into sharp sharp thorns.

In fact, he attacked...

If Fang Changzai's demon consciousness was not all in the outgoing state, he might not be able to avoid it now.

"Defend the mountain!"

The phantom of the mountain appeared, forcing the attack back, and the horse almost fell to the ground.

The night was suddenly cut open, and the judge decided not to hide it anymore. He waved a token in his hand and often came towards him.

After a brief adjustment, the Yin soldiers also joined the battle again. The two teams joined forces, one was restrained in melee and the other was harassing each other. Fang Chang kept greeting him with a drum and a punch, and as long as he was not interrupted, his fist could be swung continuously.

Dong! Dong!!

Under pressure, Fang Changzai's heavy rain made unprecedented progress. Originally, the sixteen punches were Fang Changzai's limit, but now he has already hit the fifteenth punch, and he is still at ease. Sure enough, the magic practice effect is far less than that of actual combat. He needs pressure and actual combat.

The sixteenth punch was swung, and the general of the Yin soldiers and the horse were beaten backwards.

The judge held the token in his hand, and the token shone with magic light, extending a one-meter-long token phantom to pressing towards the place where he always stayed.

The seventeenth and eighteenth punches, the two punches were quickly overlapping together. Fang Chang felt the qi and blood in his body boiling, and a faint sound came from his body, as if it was suppressed and could not be released.

This feeling is very bad, like something is blocking.

The nineteenth punch, the body began to be burdened, and the collision of blood and energy brought a touch of sourness.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three punches...

It is far from enough, the pressure is far from enough. If it is his body, the sixteenth punch is his limit, but in the state of the beast, this is far from his limit. The body is limited by the body, and after hitting sixteen punches in a row, the arm cannot hold on. However, in the state of the beast, even after twenty punches, it is still quite relaxed, just a little numb.
Chapter completed!