Chapter 309 The Golden Bell Cover of the Milo Sect
"You're so calm! I didn't know there were so many people worried about him!" Upstairs in the flower shop, Qin Mingyue loosened her tightly clenched fists.
At that moment, although she knew that Ling Tian was confident, she still couldn't help but worry.
"Bang!"
While everyone was still in shock and confusion, Ling Tian had already launched a counterattack.
"Subduing the dragon!"
The second killing move of the Demon-Conquering Stick came down majestically, with the blessing of flying flames. At such a speed, Chu Kuang could not avoid it and could only take it head-on.
"boom!"
There was another loud noise, and Lingtian's Zique Scabbard and Yangyan Sword clashed together. Although Yangyan Sword was a famous sword, Zique's Scabbard did not fall behind at all.
Under Jianglong's blow, the overwhelming gravity caused Chu Kuang's knees, which he was supporting with his sword, to weaken and he fell to his knees.
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The tiger's mouth cracked open and blood spread along the handle of the knife.
At this moment, Chu Kuang truly felt how terrifying the powerful vitality in Ling Tian's body was.
Simply unfathomable.
The power of this move to subdue the dragon was several times that of Fuhu. Although Chu Kuang took it, he no longer had the strength to fight anymore and was suppressed.
"Remember, the person who defeated you is Ziyun Sect, Ling Tian!"
The scabbard of the Zique Sword was firmly stuck on the blade of the Yang Yan Dao, Ling Tian's voice was cold.
From a high position, Ling Tian had already won this battle without using the power of martial souls on either side.
"No, I, Chu Kuang, am a disciple of the Qingtian Sect, how could I be defeated by you!"
Chu Kuang gritted his teeth and his arms were trembling, but there was a sudden earthquake behind him, and the shadow of a six-foot-tall red fire lion suddenly appeared.
At this last moment, Chu Kuang actually took the lead in activating the martial spirit!
Chu Kuang's martial spirit is a sixth-grade fire-type beast martial spirit. It mainly attacks killings. With the blessing of the martial spirit's power, the pressure on Chu Kuang's hand is suddenly reduced. Not only that, the flames on the Yang Yan knife burst out and writhed.
When it reached its limit, Ling Tian's purple sword scabbard collapsed with his backhand.
"Haha, do you think you can win like this?"
The corner of Ling Tian's mouth twitched a little, and a few traces of fire were released. On the scabbard of the Zique Sword, the vitality condensed into the shape of a dragon and tiger. The aura doubled, and it suddenly lifted up. Then before Chu Kuang got up, he
Fall again.
"Suppress the demon!"
The last killing move of the Demon Subduing Stick Technique, Ling Tian only came across this move in the past few days. Although he was not very familiar with it, he was still able to perform it with difficulty.
In the qi sea of Dantian, the nine-color Dao base exploded and spiritual springs gushed out. All the energy of the two generals was poured into the scabbards of the Zique swords, blasting towards Chu Kuang like heavy mountains.
Dragon and tiger entwine, this move to subdue demons is the essence of the demon-subduing stick method, and its power is doubled again.
Ling Tian and Chu Kuang's ultimate killing move disturbed the surrounding vitality, and the air waves rolled and spread.
All the warriors had to retreat and drive away.
One can imagine how terrifying this confrontation between the two will be.
Chu Kuang's face was ferocious, and he mobilized all his vitality. The battle between himself and the Qingtian Sect's dignity ended with this sword.
He didn't allow himself to lose, but the demon-suppressing stick above his head gave him the feeling of being unable to resist.
Although, he has tried his best.
"Amitabha!"
But at this moment, a Buddha's chant suddenly sounded in the crowd, like a bell exploding in their ears. Even Ling Tian and Chu Kuang's thoughts were shocked. In the blink of an eye, a golden light flashed in their hands.
Flashed by, and the next moment, they were between Ling Tian and Chu Kuang.
"Clang!"
There were two explosions of gold and stone, and the roar continued. The warriors with weaker spiritual consciousness covered their ears and howled in pain.
After more than a dozen breaths, the rioting vitality and smoke completely dissipated, and the buzzing in their heads also disappeared. Everyone looked towards the middle of the field, only to see that there were three people in the field.
personal.
A monk held a golden Zen staff and made a seal with one hand, standing between Ling Tian and Chu Kuang, his expression calm and unruffled.
On the other hand, Ling Tian and Chu Kuang's chests were somewhat heaving.
"Xing Yi! It's Monk Xing Yi. What happened to him? Why did he suddenly intervene?"
Everyone was talking about it. It was clear that at that moment, the outcome was about to be decided, but now, it was ruined by Xing Yi.
Zhang Kaifeng shook his head and said with a smile: "This bald donkey knows how to meddle in other people's business!"
"Xingyi, what do you mean?"
Behind Monk Xingyi, Chu Kuang said in a dull voice.
"Amitabha, the winner has been decided, why does the donor still need to risk his life? Xingyi really doesn't want to see the donor and both of them lose, so he has to stop it. I hope the donor won't be surprised."
"What do you mean, who loses?"
Monk Xingyi turned around and said, "Of course it's Donor Chu, you lose..."
"Fart, I will definitely win with this strike. Even if Ling Tian dies, his skin will peel off!" Chu Kuang was immediately furious.
"Donor, please don't get excited. Donor Ling has not yet used the power of his martial spirit, and you have already revealed all your cards. As far as the poor monk knows, this benefactor Ling Tian has a seventh-grade martial spirit, and he has not yet used a weapon.
The superiors are making judgments. If I intervene to stop you, I am actually protecting you, the donor!"
"That's right, I can't tell who will win in this last move, but Ling Tian didn't use his martial spirit!"
"I agree with what Master Xingyi said, Ling Tian wins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless voices immediately responded.
Chu Kuang's face turned green and red, and he said angrily, "I don't accept it! Why did he win without using his martial spirit? Maybe it's because Ling Tian couldn't use the power of his martial spirit. In short, I, Chu Kuang, don't accept it!"
"Oh, that's all. In that case, let the poor monk make the decision!"
Xingyi sighed, the golden Zen staff in his hand shook, and a golden light enveloped him.
"Two benefactors, this is the golden bell shield of our Tantric Sect. It is not said to be the number one body protection technique in Yunzhou, but it is not bad at all. I think you all know it. The two benefactors can use any martial skill at will. Who can break it?"
The shorter it takes to open the golden bell, who will be the winner today?"
"Xing Yi is a kind-hearted master. I think this method is very good!"
"The golden bell is the most recognized body-protecting technique in Yunzhou. Master Xingyi's golden bell is not that easy to break open!"
"I agree!"
Chu Kuang's expression changed several times, and finally he felt helpless, so he nodded in agreement, "In that case, I'll do as you say, but you can't take sides!"
"Don't worry, this poor monk has the reputation of the Tantric Sect, so he will naturally be impartial. Donor, take action!" Monk Xingyi said.
"Okay, I'll go first!"
Chu Kuang was afraid that Xing Yi and Ling Tian were secretly colluding, so he immediately raised the Yang Yan Saber in his hand and slashed it down.
The martial soul of the flaming lion rose up behind him, and under the full force of his vitality, the ultimate killing move of the Fierce Sun Sword Technique came out with a bang.
"Buzz!"
Such a violent sword energy fell on Xing Yi's golden bell, but it was not chopped into pieces immediately, but was gradually neutralized and eliminated.
Chu Kuang's expression turned uglier. He knew Xing Yi's strength. Three years ago, he was far from his opponent. In the past three years, the latter has become even stronger.
Sure enough, a dozen breaths passed before the Fierce Sun Saber Qi disappeared together with the golden bell.