Zhuang Wudao did not avoid or dodge, and Fang Xiaoru's heavy sword was steadily cut on Zhuang Wudao's back.
But there was only a muffled sound, like a sunken wood. The surging sword force was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace. The sharp and unparalleled blade could not even break the magnetic energy around Zhuang Wudao.
"How is it possible if you don't break the golden body?"
Fang Xiaoru's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of ghost-like expressions. Five years ago, when he was leaving the Hantian Realm, Zhuang Wudao was not so perverted.
However, he did not dare to stop. Around Zhuang Wudao's body, countless groups of fire butterflies were flying, forcing him to fly up in the air and retreat ten feet.
In front of Zhuang Wudao, the sword force that was almost exactly the same as Fang Xiaoru was reorganized and slashed out with the huge sky-slashing demon-eliminating sun-elimination divine thunder. The ice phoenixes gathered together, first shattered in response to the sound, and a large amount of ice fog scattered everywhere.
However, under the resistance of the flaming power of the 100,000-star Fire God Butterfly, it did not disperse. However, the three ice swords had just slightly blocked the sword force and continued to move forward.
And just in this moment of stagnation, Zhuang Wudao's "Thunder Fire Qianyuan" had forced Yujiu from the turbulent flow of spiritual power and successfully called out the thirty-six thunder firepower warriors.
Originally, he might not have been able to do it, but now he has achieved the reverse Five Elements Dao Body. This so-called fourth-level spiritual talisman can only delay him for a moment.
The dragon shadow also shrank his eyes, but the ice and snow pagoda in his hand was even more sank as if it were a mountain.
Suddenly there was another dull sound, like wrought iron, Zhuang Wudao stood firmly in place like iron and wooden stakes, without moving or shaking.
The magnetic elemental barrier around her body fluctuated and vibrated, but her whole body was frozen by a wave of cold ice sweeping over, condensed into a layer of dark ice that was three feet thick.
Before Fang Xiaoru could be happy, he saw a huge crack appearing on the ice layer, and a series of cracks and sounds. The mysterious ice shattered and exploded. A series of sword shadows sprinkled out of it, bounced back all the three ice and snow swords. The sword energy was sharp, and even forced the dragon shadow, who was a golden elixir cultivator, to take a few steps back.
"The power of all things is really not broken by the golden body-"
In Long Ying's eyes, the surprised and astonishment was even stronger and it was difficult to fade away. The power of all things is a power that only Jindan monks have. Even most of the early and middle stages of Jindan cannot reach Wantian.
And this sword of Zhuang Wudao clearly surpassed the obstacles of one thousand elephant power and had the power to win the front with the Jindan monk.
Compared with the previous one, the "Vajra Unbreakable Body" revealed, it is even more surprising
Long Ying's figure was settled and his foothold was not stable. Zhuang Wudao's figure attacked again. He was extremely tired and could not support it. Maybe he would fall into a coma and fall asleep in the next moment.
Since we can only fight quickly, Zhuang Wudao will naturally not have any concealment.
Fake unparalleled, life and death
In an instant, at least six mysterious orifices were activated all over Zhuang Wudao at the same time. The sword-drawing style and the sword-dragged stone were all integrated into this "life and death separation, inside, the sword-dragged sword energy, and one hundred and forty great compassion sword energy also swarmed together.
He penetrated a sword, with endless black, white and dead power, pointing directly at the body of Long Ying. As for Fang Xiaoru behind him, Zhuang Wudao completely ignored it and ignored it.
The dragon shadow snorted coldly and immediately retreated again. Countless ice blue colors flashed, blocking the gray sword light.
The dragon shadow also shot out hundreds of ice blue star points in a row. After the explosion, countless snow-white aerosols filled with them. There were dozens of green fruits. After the explosion, some of them turned into wooden shields to cover them, while some turned into surging green vines and shrouded them.
It is not that he only knows ice-based techniques, but that he cultivates both ice and wood. The plant seeds thrown out are also extremely special. When it comes into contact with the cold fog, it not only does not freeze, but it is more hard and flexible.
However, Zhuang Wudao's sword can kill life and death, causing all deaths. If the vines and trees are in contact with each other, they will be destroyed and withered, and will be broken in one blow.
Although part of the cold mist penetrated through the magnetic element barrier, a layer of ice formed around him.
However, with the blessing of Tianxuan Jiyuan Transformation, Zhuang Wudao was covered with the "Kun Yuan Divine Flame" and the protection of 100,000 Fire Butterflies. The ice fog that can completely freeze the golden elixir monks has had a very small impact on him.
The dragon shadow also changed slightly, and he could not avoid it. The seven-layer ice tower in his hand suddenly smashed towards the tip of the sword.
The sword tower hit hard, and no one around heard any sound, only a large amount of dead and cold air spread out.
Zhuang Wudao's Eight Sword of the Eight Scenery, instantly formed a thick layer of ice, and the seven layers of ice towers in Long Ying's hand were covered with a layer of dead gray.
After this attack, the winner and defeat of both sides only came to an instant. The Eight Scenery Kunthird Sword shook and trembled, and all the ice cubes were shaking and shaking. The seven-layer ice tower still lingers with the dead aura, which is difficult to remove.
Long Ying's face turned gloomy like water. This sword at least caused the magic weapon in his hand to land on the four layers of magic ban.
Almost fell to the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon, and I don't know how much time it will take to restore it in the future
With this first-grade swordsmanship, Zhuang Wudao has achieved his foundation-building realm cultivation. After the two of them made every effort to fight, they actually won.
At this time, a dull sound came from behind Zhuang Wudao, and Fang Xiaoru's wolf-headed sword followed like a shadow and slashed on Zhuang Wudao's body again.
But it was just Zhuang Wudao's body, and it shook a little. The blade barely broke through the magnetic element barrier, but could not cut off Zhuang Wudao's Taoist garment. Even a trace was not left behind. Instead, another powerful sword force was transferred by Zhuang Wudao, and was taken out by the sword blade and cut towards Long Ying's head.
Fang Xiaoru couldn't help but feel numb and his eyes were even more shocked.
Zhuang Wudao's horizontal practice of the domineering body actually reached what Buddhism said, "Don't break the Vajra, realm,"
I feel that the sword force I cut out is like a mosquito and flies biting in front of Zhuang Wudao, and it is not worth a smile at all.
If it is not suitable for mosquitoes and flies, it can at least stab the sword. However, Xiaoru's sword force cannot even leave a wound with a needle-sized eye on Zhuang Wudao's body.
The gap in strength between the two has reached this point
Fang Xiaoru's eyes then turned red again, and the sword force spiraled like a poisonous dragon. He continued to go straight to Zhuang Wudao's right ear.
Any skill that is horizontally practiced must have flaws and is something that cannot be reached by some overlord true energy.
He didn't believe it, nor would he accept it. After five years, he slept on firewood and tasted gall, and practiced hard without laziness, but he could not hurt Zhuang Wudao even if he had a slight hair.
Zhuang Wudao still ignored it and still slashed out with one sword. This time it was not a separation of life and death, but a sword-cutting style
It is also a combination of several mysterious magical powers into one. The sword light is like a dragon, and the energy rushes to the bullfighting. The second-grade peak-level Lianmai sword technique is used, and its power is even better than the previous "life and death difference, and it is one step ahead.
Long Ying was not surprised but happy, and his eyes relaxed. If he had a sword style of a level covering the sky like before, he might not be able to take it, and even if he took it, he would be seriously injured. The magic weapon in his hand was even more dangerous to be completely destroyed. The sword in front of him could easily deal with it. Could it be that Zhuang Wudao has insufficient strength?
Three ice swords slashed back and resisted the Eight Swords of Kun Lei. However, at the moment of the confrontation, they were swept away and bounced back by the powerful sword force.
However, when Long Ying's seven-story ice tower shook the sword's edge again, the momentum of the Eight Scenery Kun Thunder Sword had already appeared slightly congested, and it turned out to be a call that was unsustainable.
This time, there was a harsh sword sound at a distance, and a huge amount of qiufeng energy was spread out from all directions.
Zhuang Wudao first stopped supporting and threw his body backwards, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.
Long Ying was also stunned, as if he didn't expect that he could repel Zhuang Wudao so easily. The next moment, he was about to flash and chase forward. Suddenly, the blood on his face faded away at this moment.
At this moment, nearly a hundred sword energy suddenly burst into the meridians everywhere, causing the qi around him to be disordered. What was even more shocking was the wound on his chest and a ball of blood mist burst out, spraying it ten feet away. These chaotic sword energy directly broke through his frozen power and caused his previous injuries.
Long Ying also understood immediately that Zhuang Wudao's first sword was just trying to inject these strange sword energy into his body to lurk, while the second sword was to detonate these sword energy that had already entered all parts of his body.
From beginning to end, Zhuang Wudao had no hope of fighting head-on with his sword skills.
Everything is to trigger the sword force inside his body, which was penetrated by the soul monk himself.
"Take my life, Long Ying, you may have such ability, but it's too timid"
Zhuang Wudao held the Eight Scenery Kunthir Sword in his hand and swept it casually, like slapping a fly, completely shattering the spiral knife force. Fang Xiaoru's entire person was swept out a hundred feet by the huge force of the sword.
This man has indeed put some effort into him over the years. This pyropolar sword technique not only specializes in breaking the body of the domineering body, but also makes it difficult for his great movement of the universe to transform.
However, in the face of absolute power, any skill appears weak and redundant.
At this time, he regarded Fang Xiaoru as an ant, and was too lazy to even bother to pay attention.
Following it, Zhuang Wudao stabbed out another sword, but turned into the style of "life and death separation", which was still connected to the meridians and the orifices. However, the sword's momentum was even more powerful than the first sword.
The dragon shadow had no blood on his face and his eyes were filled with despair. He tried his best to resist, but was hit by the sword force on his chest and nearly a hundred sword energy in his body were disturbed, but he could not move at all. He worked hard to complete the two defensive techniques, but under the sword force of Zhuang Wudao's "life and death separation," he seemed fragile.
The sword light penetrated, and it tapped gently at the middle of Long Ying's eyebrows, and a layer of dead gray spread around Long Ying's body.
The sword power was even more powerful, and when it was squeezing into Long Ying's heart, it completely cut off the person, exploded the golden elixir and died together.