Seven hundred and twentieth chapters ten miles long sword
"Crooked ways! You kill! If you can, kill us all! Do you really think that the Three Saints don't exist?"
A Nascent Soul monk from the Immortal Toad Palace roared hysterically.
"Do you think I don't dare?" Wang Li's expression suddenly changed, and his originally mocking face was filled with murderous intent.
There was an explosion, and a terrifying sword slashed through the air, directly attacking the Nascent Soul monk from the Immortal Toad Palace.
At this time, there was at least a distance of more than ten miles between him and the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Immortal Toad Palace, but his sword slash directly spanned more than ten miles!
This sword gang completely condensed into substance in the air, and was extremely huge, like a huge iron wall that suddenly appeared in the air!
"Fuck!"
A cry of exclamation sounded in the mountain gate of Songheguan.
The three monks of Yi Lei Mountain all had one thought in their minds. They never expected that the mountain master could have such a move.
This sword is simply like the giant sword of the gods, like the Milky Way crossing the sky, its momentum is truly terrifying.
Compared to them, the group of powerful men in Daxuankong Temple did not have much surprise.
Wang Li was born in the Xuantian Sect, and the Xuantian Sect majored in the Jian Gang method. Wang Li's golden elixir was extremely large. In addition, Wang Li had already demonstrated the elixir sword method before, and now such a Jian Gang attack was in front of them.
It makes sense to come.
Wang Li's huge golden elixir contains an astonishing throughput of vitality, and the continuous gush of true energy can naturally form such a terrifying sword.
Now Wang Li can fly across the sky for more than ten miles with one sword. When Wang Li reaches Nascent Soul, he will probably be like the masters of the Transformation Stage in the history of Xuantian Sect, who can fly for hundreds of miles with one sword.
However, the more they thought about it clearly, the masters of Daxuankong Temple felt that Wang Li's move might not work.
After all, majestic momentum is one thing, but actual power is another.
Although the amount of Wang Li's True Yuan is majestic, the power of True Yuan is after all within the scope of the Golden Core Realm. Even if the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, in their opinion, the sword's Gang blow is at most the power of the eighth or ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage.
Although these Nascent Soul monks in the Immortal Toad Palace have all lost their Nascent Souls, the number of defensive magic weapons they have sacrificed is also astonishing. The stacking of various vitality laws of these defensive magic weapons is enough to cause qualitative changes.
This is like an arrow shot into a bamboo forest. It can easily penetrate several bamboos in the front, but its power will eventually be weakened, and it will naturally fall into the bamboo forest at the back.
The higher the cultivation level, the more authoritative one is in the judgment of this kind of power hedging.
Even the Dharma King and Master Xi felt that it was impossible for Wang Li to kill the Nascent Soul cultivator with one sword.
However, what everyone did not expect was that this sword slashed out across the sky. Wherever the giant sword passed, the densely packed defensive magic weapons that filled the sky flew out in all directions like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The auras shattered one after another, unable to stop the sword at all.
This sword struck the Nascent Soul cultivator in an instant, and it was like entering a deserted place!
"ah!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator who was roaring hysterically just a breath ago not only had all kinds of defensive magic weapons in front of him fly away like tiles, but the spiritual light on his body also directly turned into various colors of light. With a slash of the sword, his tragic death
The cry is still lingering in the air, but his body has been directly smashed into pieces by the power of Jian Gang!
"Fuck!"
Not to mention the people of Yi Lei Mountain, even all the monks in Daxuankong Temple were suddenly dripping with cold sweat.
"Extraordinary thunder!"
Both the virtuous Dharma King and the Happy Master both had pale faces, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
The moment those defensive magic weapons were directly chopped away by the sword, they sensed the vibrating energy of the thunder in the air.
Magic-killing thunder!
It is the strange thunder that is still falling in the sky and is said to be able to annihilate all the magic methods performed by monks below the Mahayana stage!
This is the strange thunder that even the great powers in the Annihilation Stage are afraid of encountering when they advance to the Mahayana Stage!
This was completely beyond the cognitive limits of both of them.
Isn't this kind of strange thunder capable of disintegrating the laws of vitality pulled by all monks below the Mahayana stage? Then why can Wang Li still pull this kind of strange thunder? Why can he still use the sword to pull this kind of strange thunder? Instead, this kind of strange thunder is like
Is there a coating on the surface of his sword?
Why doesn't his Jian Gang disintegrate?
"What the hell..."
In addition to the cold sweat on Master Joy's bald head, there were goose bumps visible to the naked eye.
No matter how Wang Li did it, it does not mean that he and all the good Dharma kings will either not be struck by Wang Li's sword.
The same fate as that Yuanying monk.
Of course, theoretically, monks like them in the transformation stage cannot be easily killed by Wang Li, and their attacks should be faster than Wang Li's, but who can guarantee that Wang Li doesn't have other incredible methods?
"...!" All the good Dharma kings were also shocked and speechless.
Now he feels more and more that Wang Li's alliance with Daxuankong Temple is more because of his attitude and the coincidence of giving Wang Li this lightning cylinder, rather than because Wang Li is afraid of their strength. I'm afraid Wang Li is considering
He needs some people from the Chaos Continent to build a bridge between him and the Chaos Continent, allowing him to reap the benefits of the Chaos Continent.
"His various techniques can actually directly draw the tribulation thunder. Is this equivalent to being able to integrate the tribulation thunder into his various techniques?"
He Lingxiu and Yan Yan stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and they were both surprised and happy in their hearts.
What they thought at this time was good. In this beast wave and the battle with the three monks, Wang Li had completely figured out the way to unlock the thunder in his gray temple in the sea of qi.
The gray Taoist temple itself is like a terrifying magic weapon that stores countless thunder weapons.
Each of its cornerstones is like an innate Dao pattern that leads to a unique Lei Gang!
He now seems to have completely integrated these innate Dao patterns with himself. The reason why he is able to draw various thunder gangs and use them in his own method is not because he is so powerful, but entirely because of the gray Dao palace itself.
.
It is allowed by the law of vitality of this gray temple.
It was only then that he seemed to truly understand how to use the various thunder weapons in this gray Taoist temple. This seemed to be the most correct way to use them.
The moment he killed the Nascent Soul cultivator with one sword, the thought that this was indeed the case came to his mind.
Directly killing a Nascent Soul monk among more than 3,000 monks, this kind of strength is too unparalleled, but the thought in his mind at this time should be like this, because this gray Taoist temple is originally an extremely rebellious thing.
Something from heaven.
He is now increasingly suspecting that this gray Taoist temple is related to the way of heaven. Even if it is not the law of heaven itself, it is like a heaven-defying magic weapon that controls all tribulation thunders. After this thought clearly emerged in his mind, the next moment, he
But he was slightly startled.
Because he couldn't help but think that if he encountered that kind of Shanmen giant ship next, if the Shanmen giant ship was not of a high quality and the defensive array of the giant ship could not withstand the power of this abnormal thunder that was almost a Mahayana method, then he would be in trouble.
After a few strikes with the sword, I am afraid that the formation of the giant mountain ship will be completely damaged and will be chopped down by myself?
As his thoughts moved, he suddenly thought that the other party would naturally fight back.
As a result, he subconsciously pulled the strange thunder instantly, and with a bang, countless groups of tiny white lightnings surged out of the countless black lines around him.
The black Dao pattern around him was originally like a black whirlpool, but now these white lightnings were like white eyeballs suspended in the black whirlpool, looking very terrifying.
He has now achieved the Infinite Dharma Body, the Dharma is born according to his mind, and when his mind moves, he casts the Dharma and it is completed.
"Can such a strange thunder be suspended in one's own defense method? Then even if monks like us in the transformation stage attack him, we may not be able to defeat the realm around him!"
But such a scene is even more horrifying to the Dharma King, the Master of Joy, and others.
"This chicken thief!"
Seeing such a scene, although He Lingxiu couldn't help but cursed secretly, the worried look on her face instantly disappeared.
No matter how strange Wang Li's methods were before, facing the God Transformation Stage, especially the Tianzun-level or above people who suddenly attacked Yi Lei Mountain last time, there was no way he could fight back.
But now that Wang Li can directly pull such a strange thunder into his own Dao pattern, according to her understanding of Wang Li, it should be that as long as Wang Li can pull the tribulation thunder, he can use it in various methods.
.
In this way, facing that level of powerful power, Wang Li had completely surpassed the concept of true energy cultivation realm and already had the ability to protect himself.
"How is that possible!"
"What kind of demonic trick is this!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Wang Li killed the Nascent Soul monk in the Immortal Toad Palace with one sword. He was still a little dazed, but the frightened screams sounded like a tide from the formation of the three monks.
Wang Li came back to his senses.
He laughed.
All this time, he and Lu Shenliang had been living like shady mice, struggling to survive. Even these dog-like sects relied on the orders of the Three Saints to abuse monks like them wantonly, but it was different now.
Now, in his eyes, these people are really like dogs in the water.
"Who else dares to shout?"
He laughed and said: "Who else wants me to kill him? Who else wants to taste my ten-mile sword?"
The frightening screams were cut off instantly.
No one dared to respond for a while.
"Since you dare not reply, does that mean you heard clearly?" Wang Li sneered: "From now on, you three sects, either don't set foot on the four continents on the edge of the East, or if you want to enter the four continents on the edge of the East, you must always kneel to me.
Stay!"
His voice sounded, and more than 3,000 monks from the three sects were densely suspended in the air, but no one dared to respond.
Only the calamity thunder in the sky continues to fall.
Some monks were so shocked that they didn't even have time to avoid the tribulation thunder. They were struck by the tribulation thunder and fell one after another.