Chapter 877 Counter-Ambush

Fu Ziting's long hair rose upward, as if he had a few more arms. His raised legs and hands were twisting in the air, his body was spinning, and his whole person was dancing in the void like a ghost.

Buzz…

His movements are like turning into a three-headed and six-armed god, with a certain mysterious artistic conception, very primitive and ancient, as if it was left behind by some prehistoric civilization on the mural... In an instant, he uses his body to form language, performing a story A mysterious dance with a strange symbolic power.

"useless!"

Gu Huaifeng almost became a gust of wind, a line, his fist shot out of the air, and a wave of air suddenly erupted. At the same time, his cold voice sounded.

"Fu Ziting, even if you really grow three heads and six arms, you will die here today!"

At the same time, another extremely indifferent mental wave also passed through.

"One of our four great gods will serve you. Even if you die, you will be extremely honored..."

The person who said this was the manifestation of the black claws. Invisible fluctuations swept over, and the giant claws seemed to be able to tear apart everything in the mountains and rivers.

The green sword light and the scimitar did not waver, and they all bombarded Fu Ziting's figure with destructive fluctuations.

They didn't care about Fu Ziting's counterattack at all, because the four of them had gathered their strongest strength and could definitely kill Fu Ziting on the spot.

Uh-huh!

Fu Ziting's eyebrows jumped and he stepped a little. His eyes were bright like a light in a dark room. He twisted his body and his thoughts were spinning.

This is the "Dance of Doomsday", and it is also a secret that is not passed down by doomsday sects. It is said that when the end of the world comes, God the Father will dance the dance of doomsday, causing everything in the world to fall and sink into the eternal doomsday.

These movements of Fu Ziting were deeply imprinted in the void, making his every move more perfectly integrated with time and space, causing a kind of shock. Attacks coming from all directions were reversed at this moment. Come on.

"What!"

The first one to strike was naturally Gu Huaifeng of the Tianmeng Sect. His punch was like a thunderbolt, a flash flood erupted, and his fist suddenly turned as if it had encountered a rotating curve, changed direction, and accelerated away.

By coincidence, the fist collided with a cyan sword light, and they collided together, crackling like thunder and lightning, exploding wildly.

At the same time, another powerful man who showed his power stretched out his pitch-black claws, as if opening a huge hell portal. Behind the portal, there were endless branches of the underworld. At the end of these branches, there were layers of layers. Hell, countless ghosts and gods are imprisoned in it.

The ghost claws seemed to come from the lair of hell.

A huge lair that swallows all evil spirits and suppresses all undead.

This claw was extremely ferocious, and the clattering space was torn apart by streams of air, and howls of ghosts and gods could be heard everywhere. This is somewhat close to the true meaning of the Taoism of the other shore lineage, but it is like Hades and Hell. The concept of , is not unknown in Wanling Religion.

Buzz!

The light of the sword flashed, and the sky was filled with the aura of howling ghosts and gods. It was also chopped by a scimitar. The light of the knife roared out, and it cut through like a waterfall like a galaxy.

"This is impossible!"

The master who revealed the ghost claws and the owner of the scimitar felt unbelievable. The attacks of the four of them were all distorted.

Gu Huaifeng and the other three powerful men were completely shocked.

They did indeed attack Fu Ziting, but all the attacks fell on him, as if they had gone through nine twists and turns, and the trajectory of the attack completely turned a corner and hit other people.

This feeling is like all the attacks are deflected, or in other words, Fu Ziting has turned into a big ball that can rebound all attacks.

"What kind of evil magic is this!"

Gu Huaifeng and three other people did not know that this world had such a method as the "Sun Changing Demonic Technique". This kind of weird magical power was rare in the world, and this Doomsday Dance was obviously a similar technique.

"Your attacks are completely useless!"

Fu Ziting's thoughts were also conveyed, like a gust of wind. He raised his right hand upwards, and with a sudden palm movement, he performed the next change of the dance of doomsday. The dance movements took on new changes, and suddenly the light suddenly rose, and the sun rose in the east. , between jumping, the whole body was rippled in a ring of distorted time and space.

"Dancing spirit! Immortal fighting spirit!"

The previous "Doomsday Dance" was mainly for defense. Its dance could turn it into an inviolable area, and any attack could be deflected.

And this new dance pose carries the destructive power of destruction. It is the result of Fu Ziting who has been practicing the "Doomsday Crossing" method for many years. Heaven and man interact with each other, yin and yang blend, and the body has become indestructible, and the soul, mind, and spirit have also entered. A kind of peaceful time and space, dancing with the gods.

"Besides, you have fought enough just now! It should be my turn now!"

Hahahahaha!

There was no fear or uneasiness in Fu Ziting's heart. Instead, there was a strong fighting spirit that swept through all the wastelands and annexed Liuhe.

The four powerful masters besieging him did not make him fearful, and his fighting spirit became more and more violent. Even the four people present could feel his high-spirited mentality.

boom!

While Fu Ziting laughed, his six arms swayed and punched in succession, attacking step by step, like a god of destruction, with overwhelming arrogance.

He was originally tall and unusually burly, but now he was inflating and enlarging like a balloon. In the eyes of the four powerful men, he seemed to be one person attacking four people at the same time.

boom!

The four men regrouped at the same time as they staggered their attacks, but before they re-formed their formation and supported each other, they felt a violent force surging in the air.

This feeling was like a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the clear sky, followed by violent wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

"What the hell?"

Gu Huaifeng was speechless. It was fine to fight one against four, but now Fu Ziting was counterattacking. He spun with the Dance of Doom, punching and kicking, as if he had split four shadows to attack people at the same time. For a moment, he and the other three seemed to be facing Fu Ziting alone.

In the first moment, in front of Gu Huaifeng who had hit the Tianmeng Divine Fist, a huge fist broke through the air. It first emerged from the void, blasted through layers of space, and after coming in front of him, it destroyed everything with unparalleled momentum.

Facing this punch, Gu Huaifeng immediately realized what it meant to fight against a chariot.

Before the opponent's power was released, the aura of the sky collapsing erupted, as if a huge mountain was pressing down, a train was running over, everything was so fierce that it was impossible to resist. In an instant, he had an illusion that he was about to be blown away.

At the critical moment, under Fu Ziting's powerful fist, Gu Huaifeng, who had almost no power to fight back, roared again.

"Tianmeng Divine Poison!"

He waved his hands, and countless Tianmeng auras filled the void, dissolving the space.

However, Fu Ziting's fist movement did not stop.

Bang!

He was the first to be knocked away, and was hit by Fu Ziting's heavy punch and vomited blood repeatedly. His physical body was about to collapse, becoming the first injured in this battle.

Another master who swung the sword saw another tall Fu Ziting, with a solemn expression, pointing his finger in the air, turning into a sword light and stabbing.

This is the final sword. This sword seems simple, but there are thousands of artistic conceptions. It seems that in one sword, there are many insights, but they all end in the same way, and finally return to a point of things.

This point is the return date of all things, the end of time, and the end of doomsday.

Fu Ziting explained the final direction of all things with a sword light. Everything is empty and everything will return to doomsday.

The master who used the green sword stabbed with the sword light, but was locked by another sword intent outside and could hardly move.

The other master who was good at using ghost claws also saw the split figure of Fu Ziting. He grabbed with his right hand, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, and a stream of Qi and true Qi wandered in the void, like a fisherman casting a net, covering all directions, so that his own front, back, left and right routes were all cut off. This is another strange killing move.

Finally, it was the silver-haired woman who used the scimitar. Fu Ziting, who was facing her, raised one hand and swung a whip hand.

His move was to use his hand as a knife, and the hand knife formed an arc, moving like thunder, chopping and killing all existences that violated the will of heaven. His whole person was like a communication between heaven and earth, and became the messenger of doomsday.

Fu Ziting's momentum was like controlling the power of life and death, and controlling the supreme power to destroy the world.

With such a great momentum, he twisted his arm and chopped out an unavoidable natural arc!

In an instant, he chopped it down.

At this moment, Fu Ziting fought one against four, overwhelmed the four great gods with an extremely fierce posture, and firmly gained the upper hand. Even Delier, who was not far away, was completely stunned.

"Too strong! The four great gods... couldn't restrain this person. How strong is Fu Ziting now?"

She simply couldn't imagine this scene, and her heart was deeply shocked.

"It's really amazing."

Even Zi Xiluo secretly admired.

"This Fu Ziting is really not simple. It can be said that among the younger generation, among this group of gods, he is indeed a top figure... The dance of doomsday, this magical power is also unique. It is rare for him to use it at this level."

However, at this moment, a thought wave sounded.

"Fu Ziting, as the heir of this generation of the Doomsday Sect, you are indeed a brilliant talent."

The silver-haired woman said in a deep voice: "But, don't underestimate us. Everyone present is a dragon and phoenix among men, a hero among men... Don't think that we are really not as good as you!"

This sentence is full of courage. This silver-haired woman herself is a person with high eyes. Even though Fu Ziting's performance was so amazing, she was not afraid, but instead her fighting spirit and fighting spirit in her heart swelled.

Swish!

The scimitar rotated in the woman's hand. The scimitar in her hand was called "Destroying Saints", which means to abandon saints and wisdom, abandon holiness and tricks, restore innocence, achieve unity between heaven and man, and be true to the Tao.

This is the way of "Supreme Goodness".

Her posture was like using a knife as an axe to split the sky with an axe, as if she was creating the world, tearing apart chaos, and separating the clear and turbid air. It also seemed like a heavenly knife, cutting through the void in the dark, and the will of heaven was like a knife, killing everything.

Buzz...

Fu Ziting only felt an extremely strong spiritual mystery coming down from the air, directly surging into his own spirit, trying to split his soul. Under this sharp cut, even he would be heartbroken, his spirit torn apart, his nerves disordered, and become a madman.

Faced with this amazing attack, even Fu Ziting's heart moved, knowing that he couldn't take it lightly.

"This woman's cultivation should not be underestimated!"

The silver-haired woman's counterattack abruptly interrupted his attack, forcing him to slow down his movements, and the fierce momentum also paused for a moment. The silver-haired woman's action also created an opportunity for others.

"Fu Ziting, die."

The seriously injured Gu Huaifeng rushed over again.

The next second, a ray of light burst out from his brows, which activated the Shadow Shuttle, and the dark shadow cone broke through the air.

The endless brilliant light burst out, just like a dark sun, boiling in the void. Facing this explosion, Fu Ziting had to stop his fists. In an instant, he returned to the spinning dance again.

The whole figure released a twisted halo, removing part of the power, but this time, the power of the dark sun explosion was extremely powerful, and Fu Ziting could not remove all the offensive.

The situation finally reversed again, and Fu Ziting was finally injured.

The power of the Shadow Shuttle cannot be ignored. It is a treasure refined by Tianmeng Patriarch.

After being sacrificed, it is extremely powerful. From a certain point of view, it is not a killer-level forbidden weapon that a master of the Manifestation God level can resist.

Gu Huaifeng had a desperate spirit at this time.

This Shadow Shuttle can actually be used only a few times. At most, it can be activated twice, and the energy in it will be exhausted.

But the power was so strong that even Fu Ziting, who had cultivated the "Dance of Doom", could not block it.

This resulted in Fu Ziting being unable to completely avoid it with the "Dance of Doom".

Boom!

Even though he used a strange dance to remove most of the attacks, his body still staggered, and he felt the huge energy burst, which shook his body and made a crackling sound. His clothes were torn apart, revealing his strong and majestic body.

This body was very solid, and the soul and the body were perfectly integrated, like an eternal stone statue, with a majestic aura.

However, after being hit by the power of the dark sun-like shadow shuttle, there were many fine lines on his bronze skin.

Puff!

Fu Ziting seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hahahahahahaha?"

In the void, a wild and extremely loud laugh sounded.

"Fu Ziting, you have come to this day, die!"

Long Bach flew out of the void with a "swish". He was vindictive and finally found an opportunity to kill Fu Ziting.

In the outside world, he was still hindered by his reputation and could not set up any ambush, so as not to ruin Long Bach's identity as the son of the Eternal Tribulation Sect.

However, this is the Du Luo Immortal Palace. Even if Fu Ziting was killed, would anyone tell others?

Even the four great gods would not make it public if they knew about this, because they also set up an ambush to kill Fu Ziting.

Long Bach clenched his hands into fists, and his fists slammed down violently. The vast divine power also burst out violently and blasted towards Fu Ziting in the air.

At this moment, He Ping also observed that his whole body's luck and his own destiny and energy surged to a peak.

And in the next second, all of Long Bach's luck and destiny fell from this peak like jumping off a cliff, and fell directly to the bottom of the valley.

"Do it!"

Gu Huaifeng roared, and the Shadow Shuttle exploded again.

The silver-haired woman's silver moon scimitar, with the supreme slash of abandoning holy wisdom, rushed over from a distance.

The blue sword light pierced through the air, and a strong wave of sword intent locked onto Long Bach.

The ghost claws also attacked from head to toe, all aimed at Long Bach himself.

"Are you playing an ambush?"

Fu Ziting grabbed with his backhand and easily blocked Long Bach's sneak attack. He sneered.

"Long Bach, don't think you are the only one who can sneak attack others!"

His body shook, and the aura of dragon and tiger rose up, and he didn't look injured at all.

"You... are acting!!!"

Long Bach let out a sharp scream.