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Chapter 1482: Today, I will break through the Emperor Martial

Chapter 1,482: Today, I will break through the Imperial Martial Arts

"How is this possible?"

Huizhen's eyes widened in disbelief.

His brother is a strong man in the Imperial Martial Realm.

And he is also the holy son of Nandhara Temple.

He was actually defeated by a punch?

At this time, many people in Baoxiangju were attracted by this battle.

They also saw the scene of Holy Son Zhitong being punched away.

Suddenly there was an uproar and a lot of discussion.

"That seemed to be Holy Son Zhitong just now. Why did he appear here?"

"Who is that young man? He was able to beat Holy Son Zhitong with one punch. You must know that Holy Son Zhitong has the strength of the Imperial Martial Realm."

"Saint Son Zhitong, there is also a young man who is not weaker than Saint Son Zhitong. I am afraid that a battle of geniuses will break out today!"

Saint Zhitong is very famous.

Especially in this Nandhara Temple.

Almost no one knows it.

However, Xiao Changfeng was able to defeat the Holy Son Zhitong with one punch, which also surprised many people.

boom!

Among the ruins, rocks pierced the sky.

Then a figure rose into the sky, it was Saint Zhitong.

At this time, Holy Son Zhitong was not seriously injured.

However, the monk's robes on his body were somewhat torn and he looked very embarrassed.

At this time, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with intense anger.

"Nie Zhan, you are looking for death!"

Holy Son Zhitong was angry, and the golden light all over his body became more and more dazzling.

The breath is also getting stronger and stronger.

Whoosh!

He reached out and grabbed it, and immediately took out a magic pestle from the storage ring!

"Holy weapon!"

There was an exclamation from the onlookers.

This demon-conquering pestle is no ordinary weapon.

It is a low-grade holy weapon, but it is different from ordinary holy weapons.

In addition to the power of time, it is also blessed with the light of Buddha.

A powerful aura of subduing demons and monsters flows out, making people fearful.

"Conquer the devil!"

Holy Son Zhitong clasped his hands together, clamped the demon-subduing pestle, and then turned it suddenly.

Buzz!

The Demon-Conquering Pestle began to rotate rapidly, like a high-speed rotating drill.

In an instant, the Demonic Pestle tore through the air and stabbed towards Xiao Changfeng.

Looking from a distance, I saw a golden light piercing the sky.

It complements the Buddha's light on the Golden Light Pagoda, giving it an aura of great power and destruction.

All evil and evil ways must be eradicated.

The power of time on the Demon-Conquering Pestle also appeared instantly.

Time passes!

People or things destroyed by the Demonic Pestle will be destroyed faster.

At this moment, Holy Son Zhitong became really angry.

Use the magic pestle to kill Xiao Changfeng.

He was afraid that if he waited any longer, Mo Wenjian in the room would use up the inherited Buddha's light in the scriptures.

"snort!"

Xiao Changfeng snorted coldly, looked indifferently, and then waved his hand.

Whoosh!

I saw a dark golden sword rainbow roaring out.

The sword rainbow was faster than lightning and cut through the air, causing a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

It seemed as if it was splitting the world into two halves.

The Flying Sword of the Meteor God is the sharpest!

"What? He also has a sacred weapon?"

Huizhen was stunned, and the shock in her heart surged like an angry wave.

Not only him, but other onlookers were also stunned.

How precious are the sacred vessels.

Only saints can refine it, and most of the holy weapons passed down by saints are only in the first class of the saints and saints.

Even if outsiders own it, they are very few.

However, a strange young man also possessed a sacred weapon.

Could he be the holy son of a certain holy land?

Everyone was shocked, but they couldn't guess the origin of Xiao Changfeng.

At this time, the Flying Sword of the Meteor God struck at the Demon Subduing Pestle.

In an instant, the harsh sound of gold and iron echoed.

A brilliant firework lit up, and the Demon-Conquering Pestle was defeated and flew out.

"A middle-grade holy weapon, that is definitely a middle-grade holy weapon!"

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

The Demon-Conquering Pestle is a low-grade sacred weapon, and it is bathed in Buddha's light and is extremely powerful.

But he is no match for the opponent's sword.

This proves that the opponent's holy weapon is of higher quality than the Demon-Conquering Pestle.

"Damn it!"

The expression on Saint Son Zhitong's face was extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that Xiao Changfeng also had a sacred weapon, and it was stronger than his own.

This completely failed his previous plan.

The young man in front of me is definitely a formidable enemy.

However, the Leiyin Golden Body Technique is the top skill of Leiyin Temple.

How could he miss it when he finally came across a scripture that had been circulated.

Even if he pays a small price, he is willing to fight once.

"Golden Ring Martial Spirit, come out!"

Holy Son Zhitong shouted, and a brighter golden light suddenly appeared from behind him.

Saint Zhitong is actually a soul warrior.

And his martial spirit is very special.

Although it is a weapon spirit, it is actually a golden ring.

The gold ring is lifelike and glows with metallic luster.

The Buddha's light shines above.

"Seventh grade martial spirit!"

Xiao Changfeng glanced around and saw the level of the Golden Ring Martial Spirit.

However, the golden ring martial soul of Saint Zhitong is because Saint Zhitong studied Buddhism and chanted sutras day and night.

It is also contaminated with Buddha nature.

At this time, the golden ring shines brightly, like a Buddhist treasure.

Buzz!

At this time, Saint Zhitong put his hands together, muttered something in his mouth, and continued to chant sutras.

The rich spiritual energy poured into the golden ring, making the aura of the golden ring even stronger.

"Sleepy!"

Holy Son Zhitong waved his hand, and the golden ring flew out across the air.

Shrouded Xiao Changfeng, trying to tie Xiao Changfeng up.

This golden ring has two uses: attacking and trapping people.

However, Holy Son Zhitong already knew that Xiao Changfeng was very powerful, so his attack might not have much effect.

But poor people can do it.

But it consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and he may not be able to fight again afterward.

But these are all things for later.

As long as he can get the scriptures, the Holy Son Zhitong is willing to pay no matter how high the price is.

Whoosh!

The golden ring was very fast and landed on Xiao Changfeng in an instant.

At this time, Holy Son Zhitong directly used teleportation and rushed towards Room No. 9.

After trapping Xiao Changfeng, he no longer had any scruples.

However, he just teleported out and had not yet rushed to the door.

Suddenly his body stiffened suddenly.

Then his face quickly turned pale, and bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

He turned his neck stiffly and looked back.

I saw that my golden ring martial spirit was broken away by Xiao Changfeng.

It is precisely because of this that he suffered backlash.

He was severely injured at this time.

"You are too weak!"

Xiao Changfeng's figure flashed and appeared in front of Holy Son Zhitong.

The faint voice made Saint Zhitong's pupils suddenly shrink.

The next moment.

Xiao Changfeng made a fist with his right hand and punched out.

Holy Son Zhitong was horrified and quickly circulated his spiritual energy, crossing his hands across his chest.

Click!

This time, his arm was directly broken.

Then his figure flew out like an arrow from the string.

Boom!

Three rooms were directly knocked down by him, and four neem trees also fell down.

Looking from a distance, a long scratch was left on the ground.

Holy Son Zhitong flew backwards for three to four hundred meters before stopping.

Everyone looked sideways.

I saw that the bones of Holy Son Zhitong's hand were broken, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his breath was weak.

He had obviously been seriously injured.

For a moment, everyone was horrified, shocked by Xiao Changfeng's terrifying strength.

"Today, I will break through the Imperial Martial Arts!"

At this moment, a roar came from room No. 9 in Tianzi.

Mo Wenjian breaks through!


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