Li Shaohong, who had the hottest temper, took action directly. In his hand, I saw my visible lightsaber.
It is the magical pulse sword of the Red Clothes Sect. It can use magical power to turn a body of true energy into a lightsaber to fight with the enemy.
This sword is not made of steel and cannot be destroyed by others. It rises and roars due to the wind.
According to legend, this kind of pulse divine sword can be cultivated to the extreme and can be used to suppress the world with six pulse divine swords. Although Li Shaohong has not reached this level, it is still extremely terrifying.
"Bang."
Feng Zhou casually suppressed Li Shaohong's lightsaber with a palm of his hand, just like pulling on a lantern, blowing it out.
"Let me teach you something."
The Zen sorcerer waved his hand, and there was a small gourd in his hand. He patted it lightly, and immediately sprayed out a golden flame like a long dragon.
This is the special skill of the Black Mountain Division. The gourd is just an ordinary thing, but when it is warmed and nourished by the Qi Refiners of the Black Mountain Division, it can produce flames. The Zen Witch Master will not dare to spit out this flame even if he does not hide his iron spear.
The power of birth and feeling is very powerful.
Facing this raging dragon-like flame, Feng Zhou just blew out a gentle breath.
"call."
The bone-chilling wind blew out instantly, blowing away the dragon-like flames in the air.
"good!"
Seeing the hunting heart, Lama Sangye laughed heartily, strode forward, and punched his chest. His whole body was shrouded in golden light, as if there were one hundred and eight lamas above him, and there were one hundred and eight lamas on his body.
The divine power of the Tao, the power of this punch, is enough to crack a mountain of gold, and it is invincible. No one of the younger generation in this world dares to challenge it head-on.
But Feng Zhou did not dodge or evade, and allowed him to punch him in the chest without moving at all.
"How is this possible?"
Sanjie was stunned and looked incredulous.
The others looked even more horrified, and even the iron guns that were not hidden were slightly moved.
But then, they no longer just looked shocked.
"Boom!"
Feng Zhou did not punch this punch, he punched it purely with his true energy. The vast and boundless inner family's true energy, although not as pure as the spiritual power, was far superior in quantity. Therefore, with one punch, it seemed to come from heaven and earth.
Falling down is like a river falling straight down from the Nine Heavens, majestic and unstoppable.
Sanjie waved his true essence and condensed one hundred and eight rays of lama's divine power, but when the opponent punched them, all of them collapsed. And he himself roared miserably, spurting a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and even flew backwards for more than ten feet, heavily.
Falling to the ground, life or death unknown.
"Next!"
Feng Zhou shouted loudly, and there was a gourd in his hand. It was his space magic weapon, the purple gourd. He used his magic power to trigger the thunder calamity, and forcibly transformed the thunder into thunder fire, which spewed out. The flame reached the sky and burned the void.
Nothing can burn. When Master Zen Witch saw this fire, his face suddenly changed wildly. He threw away his little gourd and ran away, just because he knew that with his little magic power, he was unable to resist it.
But despite this, he was also swept by the thunder and fire, and his clothes and hair were burned cleanly, even like black coals. He had no choice but to escape from the guqin stage in shame and humiliation, and fled in a hurry.
Remember, Feng Zhou flicked his five fingers in succession, and five sword qi appeared in mid-air, attacking Li Shaohong fiercely. The latter wanted to resist with his qi sword, but as soon as he hit, Li Shaohong felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer.
Generally speaking, his whole body was shaken violently, and blood was flowing out from his seven orifices. He felt as if his Pulse Divine Sword had hit the majestic Helan Mountain. His energy and blood suddenly reversed, and he was hit hard. He suddenly looked exhausted, vomited blood, and his face quickly turned gray.
If I go down, I can't straighten my waist.
Between your fingers.
Feng Zhou defeated three masters in a row with one punch, one gourd and one palm.
One person was directly bombarded to death, another was burned to the core and ran away in shame, and the last one was seriously injured, his cultivation was completely lost, and he could not even straighten his waist.
"Using fists to break fists, using fire to fight fire, and using fingers to break fingers. This self-cultivation practice is really terrifying. He actually uses the other's way to return the other's body. He is simply a land god!"
Wang Xianluo said solemnly with her pretty face.
Everyone else on the guqin stage also looked horrified.
A'Zhu, in particular, was more than shocked. None of the three masters who had just joined forces were weaker than her, yet they were easily defeated by Feng Zhou. Doesn't this mean that Feng Zhou was already above everyone and invincible?
Countless looks of surprise and fear fell on Feng Zhou. Feng Zhou stood there calmly, as quiet as a flat lake, as if he was not the one who raised his palm to kill the three masters.
"It's so amazing. He's so excited. The slave family can't wait to invite him as a guest. Ah, sister A'Zhu, if I go to his room tonight to ask questions, will he hold a candle and fight with me at night?"
Wangxian Luo was as pretty as a flower, with red lips as red as fire, and a pair of beautiful big eyes, full of splendor. She stood not far away from A'Zhu and said with a smile in a voice that only the other party could hear.
"Vixen, don't be ashamed!" Ah Zi thought sadly in her heart.
Although she is young, she is not a fool. Naturally, she can keep these words in her heart and dare not say them.
But A'Zhu said nothing and looked extremely ugly. She had always looked down on Feng Zhou, thinking that Feng Zhou could only brag and talk without shame. But now that he was slapped in the face repeatedly, even though he was the person standing at the top of the decision, he felt a little embarrassed.
"Now, who else?"
Feng Zhou said calmly.
Everyone felt like it was a fantasy.
Since the founding of the Xia Kingdom, although there have only been two discussions between young people at the Liupan Meeting and the Helan Meeting, there have also been various other exchanges of martial arts and supernatural powers.
But no matter when the debate is, it is dominated by the seven major sects: Shenlongmen, Ice Lotus Sect, Buddhist Worship Temple, Black Tusi, Snow Sky Palace, Zhishou Temple, and Red Clothes Sect. After all, the small sect has no resources and no scriptures.
The method is to continuously cultivate new disciples.
But when did the big man who was so unruly and scornful on the Guqin stage turn out to be an unknown figure outside the seven major sects?
Whoosh!
Gazes involuntarily focused on Wu Zang Iron Spear.
He was dressed in white without hiding an iron gun, and looked majestic and angry. Especially his eyes seemed to last forever, piercing through time.
At this time, on the Guqin stage, only A'Zhu from the Ice Lotus Sect and a few others had not yet taken action, but needless to say, these people could not be his opponents. Besides, everyone knew that A'Zhu had a different view of Feng Zhou and would not take action at all.
Therefore, if someone wants to fight, they can only place their hope on the iron gun without hiding it.
"You are no match for me."
He opened his mouth without hiding his iron gun.
He stands tall and proud, like an ancient god-king standing in the sky, unrivaled.
"Your physical body is stronger than Sangye Lama's body. Your magic power is deep, you can break through the jade gate with your sword, and you can use fire with one hand to break through the black chieftain. You are proficient in all kinds of secret magic and Taoism. You are the only one who can do it every hundred years."
A peerless person, what a pity..."
Every time Wu Zang Iron Spear took a step, a wisp of cloud appeared from the soles of his feet. At the end, the whole body was surrounded by clouds and mist, as if an immortal had come to the dust. As he spoke, a trace of regret appeared on his face.
"What's the pity?"
Wang Xianluo blinked his eyes and asked.
"It's a pity that I didn't hide the iron spear. I'm already at the sea of consciousness level during the Qi refining stage."
A'Zhu said in a calm tone.
boom!
I saw Wu Zang's iron gun standing proudly, seemingly not doing anything, but his whole person was integrated with the heaven and earth, regardless of each other. It was as if the entire Helan Mountain had become one with him.
Qi refining period, sea of consciousness state!
This is the child of an immortal, and its life span can be hundreds of years!
In the entire Great Xia Kingdom, the last people to reach this level were Hong Zhong, the Great Witch King of the Shenlong Sect, and Zen Master Hongren of the Buddhist Worship Temple.
Now, Daxia has a third one.
For a moment, everyone on the guqin stage was so shocked that they seemed to be stunned.
On the road of spiritual practice, he has always been one step ahead and one step ahead. He reached the sea of consciousness state in his thirties without hiding the iron spear. This is enough to frighten the world. It means that he can sweep the world.
Mortals can no longer compete with immortal fetuses. Without iron spears, they are the fetuses of immortals!
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Feng Zhou with schadenfreude. Facing such a great god, there was no other way but to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Even A'Zhu had a trace of pity in his eyes: "Feng Ziheng, no matter how great you are, no matter how amazing your talent is, facing the magical power of the Unhidden Iron Spear, you are the real frog in the well!"