Heavenly Dao Formula

Xia Fan waited for a long time for this gap.

When the evil night came, he was the first to set fire to a house with the shock technique, stabilizing the flank of the princess army.

But he did not rashly join the chaos.

As long as the evil night is still there, it will be difficult to eradicate the evil - he has already realized that An Youlang is the source of the sky change, and those corpses hidden in the ground of Jinxia City are probably also the materials for the operation prepared by the An family in advance. It was precisely because they happened to destroy this batch of corpses that the other party dragged their hands until this moment.

However, this does not mean that there are no introductions to perform spells in Jinxia City.

The casualties of the two armies fighting all day provided a natural cohesion for this technique.

If you want to end Shaye, eliminating the source may be the only way.

Xia Fan knew how accurate this cannon was. If he wanted to use it to accurately kill a humanoid target, unless he was close enough, he would be flipping a coin.

So he left the street corner, walked against the light, and moved closer to the center of the yard.

Although the sudden change of night brought chaos, it also provided Xia Fan with a rare cover-even because the figure of the mechanism beast was very different from that of ordinary people, the soldiers of Dongsheng Kingdom would actively avoid this walking monster, probably subconsciously. It became a deformed charm.

To Xia Fan's surprise, the princess seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection with him, and she adjusted her position while fighting, and the moving direction happened to be the street where he hid in the first place!

He didn't put his hand on the transmission rod until the distance between the two sides was reduced to within fifty steps.

But even so, he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to make a move.

The confrontation between the two was all between lightning and flint, and every time they collided, there would be a rumbling sound. It was not a contest at the level of ordinary people at all. Trying to lock the target with a hand-cranked cannon is tantamount to nonsense.

Until Ning Wanjun swallowed the opponent's straight stab, and at the same time pierced the spear into his chest.

The two formed a corner for a while.

There will never be a better opportunity than this.

Xia Fan made a judgment almost instantly, moved the track slightly sideways, and launched the shock technique at An Youlang!

This angle can ensure that the target is likely to be scratched, and even if there is a deviation, the princess will not be accidentally injured.

And the result fell within his expected range.

Just passing by, the kinetic energy of the projectile has already torn An Yulang's entire lower back, and the front half of his body was directly thrown away!

"Your Highness!" The pain and worry on Qiuyue's face could already be seen with the naked eye. The moment Ning Wanjun fell down, she had already run towards the princess.

Xia Fan also rushed to the battle point from the other side.

However, he did not immediately check the princess's injuries, but looked for An Yuro's severed upper body.

"How is Ning Wanjun?"

"Your Highness was seriously injured..." Qiuyue rarely corrected his impolite way of addressing him by his first name.

"Heavy...your size." Ning Wanjun raised her hand angrily, and wanted to hit the maid with a knife, but she gave up halfway because of the sharp pain of the wound, "These traumas just look too much... rest for more than ten days It will be cured. What about the guy?"

"I'm looking for it too." Xia Fan's tone was a bit dignified. The main purpose of his rushing over was to make up the knife, but the body disappeared after falling into the night. An injury of this degree would be fatal to most people, but An Jia made him dare not take it lightly—especially when half of the opponent's face was replaced by black mist, and he could recover from his injuries as quickly as the blood crow.

"He has all his legs here, where can he run--" Qiuyue suddenly froze in the middle of speaking.

I saw An Yulang's lower body collapsed on the ground disappearing.

Xia Fan also noticed this strange scene.

No, it's not disappearing—it's the unsupported flesh and blood turning into wisps of black air, gathering towards the sky.

"No way..." Xia Fan murmured and raised his head, following the faintly visible breath, he found the answer he had been looking for in mid-air.

The half of the opponent's body is already floating above the stockyard!

And not only An Youlang's own body, even those distorted charms also turned into black air and gathered towards him continuously. In just a few breaths, his figure swelled more than ten times!

"Take Ning Wanjun and get out of here!" Xia Fan yelled at Qiuyue, then took out the copper wire pendant, and rushed directly under the shadow!

The vertical distance between the two sides was only about 30 meters. After roughly estimating the position below, he aimed at the bottom of An Youlang and threw the copper wire pendant.

"Return to Shock Technique, Thunder!"

The pitch-black night sky was instantly torn apart by a flash of lightning, and the shining thunder fell straight down, hitting half of the enemy's body.

The moment it came into contact with the black mist, the sparks from the electric light lit up the sky above the stockyard!

An Youlang let out a deafening roar, he pointed at Xia Fan, and a black shadow suddenly shot at him——

Xia Fan had to take several steps back to avoid this inexplicable black shadow.

It was not a virtual image, but a real object. The moment it landed, it knocked out a small hole in the ground of the yard!

When the dust settled, a wriggling ghost crawled out of the pit.

Before it started to move, Xia Fan decisively chopped it into pieces with a streamer technique.

But in this short period of time, An Youlang has changed into another look. His body was still expanding, so much so that his arms and head had lost their original outline, turning into a part of the black mist. Its overall height is still rising, and it is almost twenty or thirty meters above the ground.

"Is this guy still human..."

"Fangshu...can actually do this?"

The soldiers who witnessed this scene couldn't help murmuring.

"I didn't expect that I would have such a day—" An Youlang said a little disappointed, his voice at the moment was muddy and indistinct, as if it came from above the sky, "But only at this time can practitioners achieve An unprecedented field. Let you see the spell that Anjia has spent nearly a hundred years researching, and feel the power of the combination of Qi and Ji. After all-this is the last thing you can do in your lifetime."

""Evil Night Transformation Demon"! "

When these words were spoken, his swollen body suddenly underwent a new change.

The black mist no longer expanded blindly, but contracted inward. The upper part condensed into a hemisphere, and the lower part turned into a pyramid, with a tetrahedral tail nearly ten meters long trailing at the end. Compared with the huge main part, this tail is much slender, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a needle.

Xia Fan couldn't help shivering.

He had seen demons in the night of the Great Desolation in Qingshan Town—it was very in line with his perception of evil spirits: ugly, twisted, and terrifying. If the six-legged mobile gallows is what a demon should look like, then this demon transformed by the enemy is completely another extreme.

Both the sphere above and the cone below are smooth and regular, as if half of the metal has been machined. The whole is seamless, without any redundant forks. Under the reflection of the raging fire in the yard, you can see its diffusely reflected flat surface and the faint cold light refracted from the ridges.

This form that is out of tune with the times endows it with an inexplicable sense of gloom.