"Xiao Zhan has now reached the realm of a celestial fairy. It may be difficult to suppress this person with the light of Taishi's sword. "
A serious look appeared on Taoist Taichong's handsome face, but his eyes became even more sharp.
With a thought, the fairy lights are shining all over his body, and the void is buzzing and trembling. An ancient long sword rises from behind his head, emitting infinite aura, shocking the world. Even in the Dao Tower, it seems that it cannot completely bind the power of this divine sword.
Taishi Divine Sword, Taoist Taichong, had already sacrificed the body of Taishi Divine Sword, revealing his magical powers and means at the bottom of the box. For a moment, the mysterious lights were created all over his body, and the terrifying aura was overwhelming and crushing towards Xiao Zhan.
This aura is mysterious and unparalleled, and the Taoist rhyme is endless. Although the long sword seems ordinary, it has a desolate and vast aura manifested. The mystery is everywhere, like the beginning light of the great way.
Xiao Zhan's face changed drastically, and he felt that his aura was obscure, as if countless sacred mountains were suppressed, and his body was clattering, as if it was about to break. The severe pain made him roar.
The Central Fighting Magic Power was used to the limit by Xiao Zhan. A golden war god phantom, which was hundreds of feet high, roared out with a roar, fist and feet like dragons, shaking the void, and the endless energy twisted like a vast wave. The Taoist platform was inspiring, and the sound of thunder was rumbling endlessly.
In the blink of an eye, I sought out countless golden fairy lights on the Taoist platform, stirring everywhere, tearing apart, and extremely majestic. Everyone in the audience was shocked, and they were even more afraid of Xiao Zhan. Such a brutal and fierce attack and killing method was simply born specifically for battle. Even if someone present broke through to the realm of the celestial fairy, he felt that Xiao Zhan, the central combat master power, was too fierce and difficult to resist.
Wang Qian sat upright and sighed secretly. He knew very well that Xiao Zhan was powerful and had unparalleled combat power. Ordinary cultivators in the celestial fairy realm were naturally not his opponent, but Taoist Taichong was definitely not among them. The power of the Taishi Divine Sword was as deep as the sea, and it was definitely not something that could be defeated.
On another Taoist platform, Taoist Taixuan shook his head slightly, with a look of regret in his eyes.
"Oh, Taishi Divine Sword, my Taishang Divine Sword, and another Taichu Divine Sword come out of the same source. It is supreme. I have not been able to understand the mystery of it and cannot fully exert its power. Even so, it is not something that this mere central combat power can withstand."
Taoist Taixuan thought in his heart that he was naturally very clear about the power of the Taishi Divine Sword. It was comparable to the Taishang Divine Sword on his body. It was an eternal treasure and contained endless mysterious power.
The next moment, Taoist Taichong shouted in a deep voice, and the immortal lights were burning all over his body, and all the vast magic power surged into the Taishi Divine Sword. This mysterious ancient sword buzzed and trembled like billions of blue dragons roaring, roaring and flickering, and countless golden fairy lights collapsed inch by inch. Even the phantom of the Supreme God of War produced by Xiao Zhan was extremely fragile in front of this ancient sword, and burst into golden light all over the ground.
Puffed, a mouthful of blood was spitting out, Xiao Zhan's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with shock. He did not expect that the divine sword in the hand of Taoist Taichong was so sharp that it was impossible to guess. You should know that in this Dao Tower, almost all external objects were suppressed by most of the power, and they could not fully exert their power. All they could rely on was their own strength. However, the divine sword in the hand of Taoist Taichong in front of him exceeded his imagination and seemed to be not restricted by the rules in the Dao Tower at all. How could this not make her afraid?
With a compassionate smile on his face, the Buddha's light was even brighter. Monk Lefan swung his fingers, and the Vajra Mandala disappeared. When the monk appeared again, he was already under the platform for seeking Taoism. No doubt, Lefan also occupied a platform for seeking Taoism, sat upright on it, solemnly, and recited Buddhist scriptures. Everyone was in a heart of the heart. "What a powerful Vajra Mandala, this monk Lefan's Buddhist cultivation is really good. I wonder if there are any other means?" Wang Gan was also secretly admiring while watching, while thinking about the methods of the monk Lefan.