Li Kuang slashed Feiyuan Feilong's flying sword, which surprised everyone in the Dongwu Hall.
His sword seemed to be struck at random, but it hit Yuan Feilong's flying sword. It was fast, accurate, strong, simple and direct, and seemed to have a Tao Yun.
"Is this little guy an old monster who has been reborn?"
In the Dongwu Hall, Elder Yuan exclaimed.
"this……"
Everyone was surprised, but to be reborn by taking a body, one must have a cultivation level above the holy level. Moreover, the conditions for being reborn by taking a body are very stringent, and it is impossible to succeed easily.
You must know that this method of taking other people's lives is inherently harmful to God. God is very fair. If you want to take other people's lives, you have to pay a price.
Moreover, even if the seizure is successful, there are still many problems.
However, this little guy named Li Kuang, whose spirit, energy and martial body were perfectly integrated, was not at all an old monster who was reborn after his death.
In fact, with the cultivation level of a saint-level powerhouse, one can tell at a glance whether this person is an old monster who took his body and was reborn.
Moreover, Li Kuang was not reborn from his body, but his soul awakened, or in other words, it was an awakening of memory. His soul and memory were perfectly integrated with the soul of the original owner of this body.
In this way, even a strong person in the divine realm would not be able to tell anything in front of him.
"impossible……"
Wu Hongdao, the leader of the Dongwu Immortal Sect, shook his head.
"Yuan Zhentian, that kid of yours is going to be defeated."
Gu Yaoyang suddenly said, and the eyes of everyone in the hall were once again attracted by the image projected on the ancient mirror.
Next to the small water pool in the Misty Valley, Li Kuang slashed away Yuan Feilong's flying sword with one strike, then took a step forward and appeared in front of Yuan Feilong in an instant.
Yuan Feilong was shocked. The next moment, he retreated violently, but a fist quickly grew in size in his pupil.
"bump!"
He felt his eyes go dark and was punched directly in his right eye.
"roar!"
Yuan Feilong almost went crazy, and then, his whole body erupted with extremely sharp sword rays, and each sword ray was much more powerful than ordinary weapons.
However, Li Kuang simply ignored this sword glow.
"bump!"
There was another collision, and Yuan Feilong felt his left eye go black and was hit, which made him almost go berserk.
Li Kuang's two punches made stars dance in Yuan Feilong's eyes, and he almost fainted. What made him extremely depressed was that he clearly sensed the opponent's punch, but he couldn't dodge it.
"hateful!"
Yuan Feilong was an innate mid-level master who had cultivated his mind. The power of his mind exploded, and his purple rainbow flying sword, which was chopped off by Li Kuang's sword, immediately flew back to him.
"Silver Star Sword?"
Yuan Feilong was shocked and angry. The opponent could chop away his own flying sword with one strike. In addition to its surprising power, there was another very important point, that was the knife in the opponent's hand.
It was a spiritual weapon, a middle-grade spiritual weapon, forged from silver star iron, with spiritual patterns planted inside, which could independently condense spiritual energy to nourish the blade body.
If an ordinary weapon touches your own flying sword, it will be cut off directly, and it will not be able to block the blow of the flying sword.
Yuan Feilong's Purple Rainbow Flying Sword is also a middle-grade spiritual weapon.
I saw Yuan Feilong holding the sword secret in his hand, and the purple lightning-like sword light was like a smart poisonous snake, strangled directly towards Li Kuang.
"Then let's play with you."
Li Kuang chuckled lightly, and slashed out the Silver Star Sword that he had snatched from Yuan Weicheng in his hand, and then knocked away Yuan Feilong's flying sword.
This time, Yuan Feilong learned the lesson and jumped more than ten feet away, widening the distance. Then he used his will to control the sword and started fighting with Li Kuang.
He is using his own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.
In fact, this does not mean that swordsmen are not good at close attacks, but this Yuan Feilong has been frightened by Li Kuang's two punches just now.
At this time, the sound of gold and iron colliding continued to sound. No matter how sharp, fast or weird Yuan Feilong's flying sword was, it was all cut away by Li Kuang's seemingly casual slash.
"That's unreasonable!"
Yuan Feilong roared angrily and changed several sword techniques one after another. However, the knife in Li Kuang's hand was a perfect defense.
No matter how violent the storm, you can't even attack with a single sword.
"this……"
Gu Pengfei, who was watching the show on the side, was so shocked that his mouth opened with disbelief on his face. At this time, in the Valley of the Gods, the power of the Chaos God was increasing continuously. Even he was affected and became a little unstable.
There were roars, roars, and screams from all over the Misty Valley. Some people were laughing crazily, and some were crying so hard that the sky was shattering, and the sun and the moon were dimming.
Among those who participated in the second round of the Dongwu Immortal Sect's entrance examination, many were stirred up by the power of the God of Chaos and their inner demons were aroused. The final result was that they were eliminated from the competition.
At this time, Gu Xuanyang and Shang Yuanshan, the elders of the outer sect who were guarding the entrance of Mishen Valley, were looking at a chopstick-sized incense inserted in the incense burner in front of them from time to time.
Most of the incense in the incense burner has been burned, and the three hours are almost up.
However, more than 1,100 people have been eliminated. More and more people are unable to survive the test of the Mystic Valley and are being teleported out of the Mystic Valley.
It seems that the situation is not optimistic.
But at this time, in the Dongwu Hall, a group of senior officials from the Dongwu Immortal Sect were staring at the scene projected on the ancient mirror without blinking.
"This is……"
Fan Chengde, the elder of the inner sect, said in surprise.
This Fan Chengde is a strong swordsman and the only sword saint of the Dongwu Immortal Sect. He was only a semi-sage back then, but after receiving Li Kuang's guidance, he has not lived in vain in the past six hundred years and successfully broke through.
He broke free from the shackles of cultivation and became a sword saint.
In his eyes, Li Kuang's sword that he casually chopped did not follow any sword technique at all. It seemed to be random, but the sword was unpredictable.
Did this surprise touch the "Tao"?
A sixteen-year-old boy actually touched the "Tao"?
How is this possible!
The people sitting in the Dongwu Hall were all beings who would make the entire Dongwu Immortal Sect tremble if they stepped on their feet. How could they not see the reality of Li Kuang?
This Li Kuang is incredible. They really suspect that this little guy was reborn from the body of an old monster. Otherwise, how could he have such a profound understanding of martial arts?
You know, this little guy with the same name as the Tobu Mad God is only sixteen years old, which is too young.
"This little guy is a peerless evildoer among evildoers. Our Dongwu Immortal Sect must not miss this kind of disciple. He may be the second Dongwu Mad God."
Gu Yaoyang sighed.
"The second Tobu Mad God?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. If the Dongwu Immortal Sect produces another Dongwu Mad God, then the Dongwu Immortal Sect will once again become the dominant sect and command the world. No one dares to disobey.
You must know that six hundred years ago, when Dongwu Mad God Li Kuang was still there, Dongwu Immortal Sect was superior to any force. Even the old emperor of Dongsheng Dynasty had to watch Mad God if he wanted to see him.
God's mood.
"Hmph! I'm afraid this little guy won't be able to pass the third level."
Yuan Zhentian sneered.
"Yuan Zhentian, what do you mean, are you a pig head? Do you want to keep this kind of disciple away? You don't want such a disciple, I want it, even if he can't pass the third level, so what, I will accept him as mine
Heir to the mantle."
Gu Yaoyang said angrily at Yuan Zhentian.
"this……"
Upon hearing Gu Yaoyang's words, everyone in the hall was moved. Even the sect leader Wu Hongdao's eyes lit up, and they all had the idea of accepting disciples.
"What are you doing? He is mine. Don't even think about it."
Gu Yaoyang glanced at everyone and said loudly.
"Hmph!"
Yuan Zhentian sneered twice and said nothing. (To be continued)