The sky was dark and the wind and clouds were changing. Countless snowflakes were falling. It was originally the summer weather in June, but now it started to snow heavily.
On the arena, facing Emperor Xingyuan's indiscriminate attacks again, Ren Xiaofan did not dodge. Instead, he responded with the same sword power, but the color was no longer cyan, but colorless and transparent...
The attack from Emperor Xingyuan, who summoned the Dharma of the Ancient God, is so powerful that every strike is like a Taoist Dharma. With just one strike, hundreds of soul-chasing chains can be shattered.
But now, it was completely blocked by Ren Xiaofan's new sword power. The snow on the arena was falling harder and harder, and even some flakes fell to the audience seats.
A curious disciple reached out to catch the falling snowflakes, and his face suddenly showed surprise, "Is this...is this snow real?"
"Huh? It seems to be true. What's going on?"
"It's not an illusion... Could it be that this is a natural weather change?"
"No, even if the weather changes, this is in the south, how can it snow for no reason..."
"..."
The disciples in the audience were talking a lot. After discovering that the snowflakes were real, they suddenly felt confused and puzzled. Even the elders in the enlightenment stage didn't know why.
Only the masters of Daozhen Realm were extremely shocked and thought of an impossible possibility...field!
Over there at the Yingui Gate.
"Boss Cang, this boy from the Yin and Yang Sect is so unbelievable. He has only touched the realm in the enlightenment stage... I'm afraid the deputy sect leader will lose."
The old ghost from the city looked at the ring with a solemn expression, and said solemnly to Cang Lan who was sitting in the middle.
"Indeed, I thought it was surprising enough that the little girl had mastered the sword realm, but I didn't expect this kid to be like this..." Li Yanxin also agreed with Old Ghost Cheng's point of view, feeling that Emperor Xingyuan might lose.
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The realm can only be touched upon reaching Daozhen's realm, but not all Daozhen can possess it.
And anyone who has a field is undoubtedly not a genius among geniuses. This has nothing to do with the qualifications of the Taoist source, it is purely based on self-understanding.
But now, Ren Xiaofan has only reached the edge of his realm in the enlightenment stage, and his level of defiance is no less than Xue Wanqing's intention to practice the sword realm.
Canglan frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "Inform the demonic side to prepare..."
on the ring
The snow has covered the insteps, but the duel between Ren Xiaofan and Di Xingyuan is still going on
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Continue, but the latter is obviously a little inadequate.
Not only due to excessive consumption, but also the surrounding environment, it actually made him feel restricted.
Boom boom boom....!
Three transparent swords bombarded the ancient god's Dharma, shaking Emperor Xingyuan back repeatedly. The red and black skin color on his body was slowly fading away, and he was obviously on the verge of running out of magic.
Ren Xiaofan saw the right opportunity and quickly flashed in front of Emperor Xingyuan. "Snow swords are flying, flowers and frost are all over the road..."
The sword power with biting cold air soared into the sky and went straight towards the head of the ancient god Faxiang. Emperor Xingyuan looked horrified and instinctively raised his hand to resist.
Buzz!
With a sword cry, the arm of the ancient god Faxiang was instantly cut in two, and black and red demonic energy suddenly spurted out from the wound like a flood.
"Walking in Dreams Farewell to Yongnian!"
The peach wood sword in Ren Xiaofan's hand did not pause. After a successful blow, he pressed the peach wood sword down again, then looked back and stabbed out with the sword.
Years pass by, and big dreams are not spared... This sword seems to be slow, but in fact it is not only the sword that is slow, but also the target being attacked.
Emperor Xingyuan was really panicked this time, because he found that he was no longer able to evade this attack. He could only watch the sword power pierce into the ancient god's Dharma.
Click...click...boom!
Just like glass that was pierced by an object, the ancient divine law first appeared cracks and then shattered.
puff...
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Emperor Xingyuan's mouth, and he himself returned to his original appearance at this moment.
Being able to deal with Ren Xiaofan for so long in the early stages of enlightenment, Emperor Xingyuan is undoubtedly very powerful. Even if Xue Wanqing learns the meaning of the sword realm, she is still no match.
If he hadn't met Ren Xiaofan, he might really be the strongest being among the younger generation of our generation.
But now, he can only be stepped on by Ren Xiaofan and become a piece of meat on the chopping board.
Because the ancient god's Dharma was broken, Di Xingyuan was half-kneeling on the ground with a pale face. He could no longer stand up. He looked at Ren Xiaofan and said: "Ahem... Why, who are you, can you beat me?"
...Are you also the reincarnation of an ancient god?"
Ren Xiaofan was wearing a white sweatshirt at this time. Although there were blood stains and some dust on it, he looked in good spirits overall. Even his own Tao Qi was still nearly half.
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This made Di Xingyuan feel unwilling and at the same time filled with doubts.
Because even a monk with first-class Taoist qualifications will never be a match for the reincarnation of the ancient god.
The heavy snowfall has stopped, and the temperature has slowly returned to its original state.
"No, I'm just an ordinary monk from the Taoist sect..." Ren Xiaofan looked at him calmly. He held a mahogany sword on his back, looking a little cool.
Ordinary monk?
After hearing this, Emperor Xingyuan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Even the Daomen side immediately booed.
"Hmph! Brother Xiaofan is good at attracting bees and butterflies. Now I am afraid he will become the dream lover of Daomen's sisters..."
In the audience, Wang Ruoling pouted unhappily.
The little girl has psychic eyes. Not only does she have special abilities, but she can also see people very accurately.
Zuo Qingxuan's beautiful eyes were flowing, and the affection surging in his eyes was not concealed at all. Unavoidably, the expression of his father beside him became uncertain.
"Haha... Ren Xiaofan. Although you defeated me, do you think you can kill me?" Di Xingyuan took a deep breath, and then suddenly sneered.
Ren Xiaofan's heart tightened. He still understood the truth behind Chi Zesheng's change, so he didn't say much and quickly pointed his sword at Emperor Xingyuan.
Boom boom boom...
But at this moment, the entire arena suddenly trembled, and an angry shout came from the sky, "Boy, you beat the young master like this, let me see if I can't kill you."
A hole appeared in the light curtain, and an old man in a red robe appeared. The pressure of an immortal level rushed straight towards Ren Xiaofan.
"No, Master Nephew Ren, run away!" Zuo Qiankun's expression changed drastically and he quickly reminded loudly.
Ren Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, and by the time he tried to use Cunfangshu to escape, it was already too late. He was directly trapped by the domain and unable to move.
"Xiaofan!"
"Junior brother!"
"Brother Xiaofan..."
"...."
The sudden change caused the beauty of several women in the audience to pale.
But just when everyone thought Ren Xiaofan's life was in danger, a dragon roar that seemed to come from ancient times suddenly resounded through the sky, and then a huge golden dragon claw appeared and grabbed the old man in red robe.