637: Decisive Battle of Dharma Forms 637: Decisive Battle of Dharma Forms But Jiang Fan was not surprised in the slightest.
“Five Magnetic Divine Light!”
He had already completed the seal technique, striking the Five Magnetic Yuan Mountain beneath his feet.
In an instant!
A burst of five-colored divine light erupted!
Mu Ziyu, seeing this familiar scene, couldn’t help but scream, “Be careful!”
She had suffered a great loss in this eerie divine light.
Bai Chu, however, reacted far faster than she imagined.
After blasting the Five Magnetic Yuan Mountain away with one strike,
he decisively retreated.
Barely brushing past the Five Magnetic Divine Light on half of his body.
He immediately felt an instant when the power within him was confined.
His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, “What formidable divine light!”
Exclaiming in admiration, his battle spirit soared even higher, “Now this is interesting!”
“Demonic God Infinite!”
He pressed his palms together.
A black and a white light fused into a spiraling bone of black and white fusion.
The spiraling bone shot out instantly, heading straight for Jiang Fan’s face.
Jiang Fan struck out and missed, the Purple Sword on his back having already left its sheath.
Spiraling around him.
“Slash!”
With a move of his mind, the Purple Sword slashed directly.
Whoosh—
The spiraling bone was split in two, passing by the Purple Sword, and then fused together again, continuing to slash towards Jiang Fan.
This sudden scene made Ling Shu and Liu Li’s hearts skip a beat!
However.
Upon entering the Five Magnetic Divine Light Domain, the spiraling bone seemed to encounter an irresistible power.
It shattered on the spot!
Boom—
The Five Magnetic Yuan Mountain descended.
Jiang Fan retracted the Five Magnetic Divine Light and seized the opportunity to maneuver the Purple Sword to strike Bai Chu fiercely.
Bai Chu laughed heartily, bringing his palms together before his chest, condensing a barrier of intersecting black and white light.
Attempting to block one strike of the Purple Sword.
“Soul-shocking Stab!”
Jiang Fan shouted in a low voice.
A soul nail pierced instantly, shooting into Bai Chu’s head.
Ah!
Bai Chu let out a painful groan.
The barrier before him flickered unpredictably.
But Bai Chu’s will was extraordinary, managing to endure the brief pain.
He quickly stabilized the black and white mysterious light.
The Purple Sword cut into it, as if piercing into a quagmire, slowing dramatically!
Bai Chu roared, shaking the white light and the Purple Sword into a reverse recoil!
His gaze towards Jiang Fan was utterly ablaze with battle spirit, “Good! Good!”
“Almost had me cut under your sword!”
“Exhilarating! Too exhilarating!”
“Hahaha!”
“In that case, I won’t hold back anymore!”
He laughed.
From within him surged countless black and white lights, condensing into a ten-zhang imposing dharma form behind him!