Holy Lord Qinglong once again burst out with a powerful force.
That power gives people a sense of vitality and continuity, as if his body is like a source of power, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.
His breath also surged again, and he laughed loudly and slammed down with his other fist.
Qin Fan stood tall, with calm and indifferent eyes. He held the Tai'a Sword in one hand to block the fist of Holy Master Qinglong, and stretched out his other hand to grab the void.
A long sword emitting flames appeared out of thin air.
Nanmingli Fire Sword!
Bang!
A punch and a sword collided again, setting off a torrential wave of air that once again swept across all directions.
This time, the two figures suddenly separated.
Holy Lord Qinglong laughed and punched him again.
"Hahaha, Qin Beiji, you really didn't disappoint me!"
"Punch me again!"
"Qinglong Xiaotian!"
Holy Master Qinglong was wrapped in the power of rich energy and blood, and he suddenly rose into the sky, like a meteor drawing a blue light in mid-air. The blue light was like a giant blue dragon, opening its bloody mouth.
Go straight to Qin Fan.
The momentum of this punch was like a falling star. He could feel the huge impact from dozens of meters away.
Holy Lord White Tiger looked shocked: "Qinglong Xiaotian has actually reached this level!"
"Holy Lord Qinglong has indeed gone farther than us!"
The Holy Lord Suzaku, who has always been very arrogant, also looked serious at this moment: "Indeed, he has left us behind on the road to martial arts!"
"This kid named Qin BeiJi went to Qinglong Holy Land to run wild. He is simply seeking death!"
Holy Lord Xuanwu said: "Not necessarily! Look at his calm face and calm demeanor. He shouldn't be pretending. Obviously, he is very confident in his own strength."
"Moreover, just now he and Holy Master Qinglong tested each other's moves, and they almost ended up in a draw. This shows that this current legend is not in vain."
"This battle should be very interesting to watch!"
The other two nodded, agreeing with Holy Lord Xuanwu's point of view.
Only Tang Zu had an inexplicable light shining in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Although the old Taoist priest was dissatisfied, he still had a serious face at this moment: "Holy Lord Qinglong is really powerful, and his rich foundation in the ancient martial arts world is far beyond what the martial arts world can match!"
He looked again at Qin Fan, who was standing there, motionless, with strong confidence in his eyes.
"Hmph, even if you come out in force in the ancient martial arts world, you will never be my master's match!"
The giant cyan dragon descended from the sky.
Holy Lord Qinglong laughed and said: "Haha, Qin Beiji, let me see what you can do to receive my Qinglong Roaring Sky attack!"
"Then watch out!" Qin Fan said calmly, took a step forward, and punched the giant cyan dragon.
A force that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth surged out.
Eighteen forms of the avenue, collapsing mountains and rivers!
Bang!
The giant cyan dragon directly hit Qin Fan with a terrifying punch, knocking Qin Fan to the ground.
With this blow, Qin Fan was obviously at a disadvantage.
"Humph, the myths of the world are nothing more than this!"
Holy Lord Qinglong succeeded with one blow and sneered triumphantly.
Qin Fan stood on the ground and looked at him calmly. Although he was knocked back, he was not injured.
"Don't worry, how can you understand the power of the collapsing mountains and rivers?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Holy Lord Qinglong's expression suddenly changed.
A violent force suddenly exploded in his body, triggering his own power and running rampant.
"That's it!" Holy Lord Qinglong immediately understood the real power of Qin Fan's punch.
"No wonder the power of this punch is not very good. It turns out that the key is here."
Bang bang bang!
The power of the Bengshan River was fully unleashed, and several bombs seemed to have been detonated in the body of Holy Lord Qinglong, making a roaring sound.
His face was pale, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he looked seriously injured.
The power of the Eighteenth Form of the Great Dao increases with the improvement of Qin Fan's cultivation. The stronger Qin Fan is, the more powerful the Eighteenth Form of the Great Dao can be.
However, Qin Fan felt that it was not that simple.
Because, Holy Lord Qinglong's injury was much more serious than he expected.
Even if it was unexpected, this blow could slightly injure the Azure Dragon Holy Lord, which was already the best result.
But now Holy Lord Qinglong is acting as if he is seriously injured and dying, so this is very abnormal.
"Haha, what kind of martial skill is this? It's really good!" Holy Lord Qinglong looked at Qin Fan and suddenly laughed.
"It's a pity that it's useless against third-level warriors!"
"It's useless?" Qin Fan frowned slightly, no one dared to say that the Eighteenth Form of the Great Dao was useless, not to mention the third-level warriors, even the true immortal cultivators did not dare to say this.
Holy Lord Qinglong said proudly: "Do you know what the name of a third-level warrior is?"
Qin Fan asked curiously: "Isn't it the transcendent realm?"
Holy Master Qinglong shook his head: "Supernatural is just a title. Fifth-level martial arts master, fourth-level divine realm. And third-level extraordinary realm is the collective name for all systems."
"The third level of the Dao sect is the golden elixir realm, the third level of the wizard system is the celestial realm, and the third level of the martial arts is called the immortal realm."
"Immortal realm?" Qin Fan sneered: "Haha, what a domineering name! Even the true immortal who travels across the universe dare not claim to be immortal!"
"You're only a third-level martial artist, but you dare to call me this name, and you won't be afraid of the wind blowing your tongue!"
Holy Lord Qinglong smiled and said: "I won't argue with you. Next you will understand whether what I said is true."
His body trembled slightly, his originally dilapidated body recovered instantly, and his pale face immediately turned red.
A powerful force of energy and blood repaired his injuries in an instant.
"This..." Behind him, the old Taoist priest looked shocked: "Such a serious injury can be recovered in an instant! How is this possible!"
"Is this the realm of immortality?"
Qin Fan also frowned slightly. He could feel that the injuries of Holy Lord Qinglong were truly restored to the original state and were not an illusion.
Moreover, at this moment, his strength has not weakened at all because of the injury just now, and is even a little stronger.
"It seems that martial arts practitioners above the third level are not without merit!" Qin Fan secretly sighed.
After all, warriors in the Immortal Realm already possess some of the abilities of immortal cultivators.
Qin Fan judged that the so-called immortal realm should be the source of the powerful energy and blood power of the warrior.
Of course, Qin Fan needs verification.
He stretched out his hand to summon Tai'a Sword and stepped out slowly: "Let me see how you are immortal."
As soon as the words fell, Qin Fan disappeared.
A phantom of a giant in green clothes appeared and gave Holy Lord Qinglong an indifferent look.
Then, a huge blue sword light appeared from the sky and swept across the Holy Lord Qinglong.
Heaven-cutting sword!
"Such a strong sword intent!" Lord Suzaku was startled, looking at the cyan horse in the air with admiration in his eyes.
The Holy Lord White Tiger on the side asked: "Suzaku, you use a sword, how strong is Qin Beiji's sword?"
Holy Lord Xuanwu also looked at her and said: "This sword is much more powerful than the Qinglong Xiaotian just now. I'm afraid Qin Beiji has more than one trump card!"
Lord Zhuque solemnly said: "The power of this sword is far greater than that of Qinglong Xiaotian. If it were me, I would never be able to stop it unless I use that move!"
"However, Qinglong has at least the strength of the third level of the Immortal Realm. Maybe he has a way!"