Fu Yang sneered again and again: "If you don't believe me, you should believe in Gao Tianyuan's oracle and the four major shrines, right? Don't you even believe in the oracle tablet?"
After saying this, everyone fell silent.
yes!
The oracle tablet of Gao Tianyuan is impossible to make mistakes. Even the priests of Zhentian, the Holy Onmyoji, and the future Buddha (all corresponding to the five qi chaoyuan of Taoism) cannot hide their true cultivation realm under the oracle tablet. Unless...
…
Unless this guy's fighting power is astonishing, far superior to people of the same level! This is the only possible explanation.
At this time, the facts were in front of them, and the other cultivators watching the battle began to mourn for the universal monk Zheng - this guy is really unlucky. He unexpectedly encountered a great pervert whose strength exceeded his realm! The probability of this is extremely small
What's more, the other party is still a casual cultivator.
"No! I don't believe it. How can the fighting power of casual cultivators be so much higher than the real state? You must have used some forbidden magical power. That should be your desperate blow, and you have no strength to fight anymore. Then you just die
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The universal monk was already a little hysterical, shouting crazily, and the magic power in his body was surging and rushing like a lifeless mana. The magic power materialized around his body, turning into a ferocious dragon shape like smoke, circling around.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Fu Yang shrugged and said to himself: "They are both great monks. The psychological quality and strength of this guy are much worse than the monk Xuhai of Qingshui Temple. However, Xuhai is the abbot and he does not seem to be the abbot. End the battle quickly,
Hurry up and go to the fighting area where Wu Qi Chao Yuan is fighting."
His eyes flashed, ready to use 90% of his power! It was enough to kill this monk who was at the peak of the "Past Buddha" directly.
Theoretically, with the existence of the Takamagahara Oracle Monument, it is unlikely that anyone will die in a fight - because of the rules of fighting in the same realm, both parties in the fight are at least at the same level. Even if they are unlucky, they will be assigned to the same realm.
Both the lowest and the highest are difficult to kill with one hit.
As long as the loser is not killed by one blow, the Takamagahara Oracle Monument can immediately protect the loser's injuries and save him from death. He can let go of his hands and feet and go all out without worrying about death from serious injuries.
After all, these are all strong men in the Japanese cultivation world. It is a pity to die in internal competition...
This is a method that the organizing committee of the conference and the big guys from each participating force have discussed and decided upon together in advance. They are all quite satisfied and reassured - they themselves are afraid of dying in battle at the conference!
But against all odds, the Japanese cultivating community never expected that a few perverts with combat prowess far beyond their true level would sneak in...
At this time, Puhua's expression was ferocious, his hands were clasped together and he kept making seals, and the majestic sea of mana continued to seep out of his body, transforming into a ferocious dragon shape.
This is different from the dragon shape printed on the Zen staff before. The power is much purer and greater!
Poof!
He spit out a mouthful of blood, which actually floated in the air, and then transformed into a dragon shape over a foot long - a blood dragon. It merged with the dragon shape transformed by magic power, and nine huge blood dragons were drawn out in an instant.
Each one is about twenty feet long and as thick as a millstone. After Pu's incarnation, he spread his teeth and claws, roaring in a low voice, stirring up the wind and clouds in the sky.
"You evil cultivator, the poor monk blocked half of his body's essence and blood, and used the most powerful demon-eliminating method of Todaiji Temple. Kowloon Pilgrimage to the Buddha! If you are defeated by this trick, even if your cultivation level decreases for the rest of your life, it is still an honor.
Go! Go to Kowloon to pay homage to the Buddha, eliminate evil spirits and bring peace to the world."
Puhua's mouth was bleeding, he put his hands together and pushed forward again.
Ouch! Hohoho!
Nine shocking blood dragons wandered towards Fu Yang.
His attack has indeed reached the pinnacle of the "past Buddha" realm! It is as devastating as destroying everything in front of him...
If Fu Yang was really just an ordinary late-stage Wulu Celestial Master, he would definitely not be able to dodge such a blow. He would be seriously injured and dying immediately, losing all ability to move.
However, that's just "if".
Facing the nine blood dragons rushing toward him, Fu Yang smiled and shook his head. The seven-colored sword wheel slowly emerged from behind him and rose into the sky. Then, amid a burst of sonorous sword sounds, it suddenly accelerated and turned at a very fast speed.
The sword energy that is highly condensed and materialized with the seven-color spiritual power of Akamatsu - or to be precise, the seven-color ancient power - is extremely sharp. What's more, the sword tails are connected to form a circular sword wheel, which brings cutting power when rotating.
, even more appalling!
The tip of the sword cuts through the air, leaving transparent traces visible to the naked eye that linger for a long time. It's as if the void is about to be cut open...
"go!"
Fu Yang moved his right hand forward a little, and the seven-colored sword wheel flew out instantly.
Swish, swish, swish!
Suddenly, a large area in front was filled with magnificent seven-color light - this is because the speed of the seven-color sword wheel spinning and flying is so fast. Even if the surrounding people are all Heavenly Master-level experts, it is difficult to catch it.
Its real trajectory leaves an afterimage in the eyes.
The picture at the previous moment has not disappeared, and the picture after it has been superimposed!
In addition, the colorful sword wheel itself also drags light, just like a colorful abstract painting drawn by the gods in the void...
It's just that this abstract painting is sharp and cutting, which is fatal!
The nine blood dragons seemed to have earth-shattering power, but before they even got close to Fu Yang, the colorful sword wheel instantly rotated and sliced through his neck.
Poof!
Nine dragon heads fell at the same time - because the speed of the colorful sword wheel was so fast, the nine sounds were connected into one sound.
Then suddenly turn in the opposite direction.
The sharp sword energy is directed and reversed, forming a terrifying "sword energy storm" and "sword energy turbulence", which is somewhat similar to the "wind and moon as sword" in Wei Ke's nine swords.
Similar meaning.
The huge bodies of the nine blood dragons suddenly shattered.
The whole process seems quite lengthy to describe, but it only lasts for one or two breaths! Nine blood dragons pounced on Fu Yang, and then the seven-colored sword wheels flew out. The blood dragon's head immediately fell off, and its body was smashed into pieces.
For the blood mist...
"Why? Why is he so strong!"
The great monk Pu Hua was staring with disbelief, his eyes red.
He didn't want to believe his eyes.
He didn't want to believe that his most powerful attack, "Kowloon Pilgrimage to the Buddha", which consumed his life essence and blood, could not even touch the opponent's body. As soon as he launched it, he was easily beheaded by the opponent!
And looking at the opponent's calm and calm appearance, it might not even be a powerful ultimate move!
The next moment, the blood mist that filled Puhua's eyes was broken by the rotating sword energy, and a colorful light and shadow came into view... This was also the last scene he saw before his life expired.
Gorgeous and magnificent!
Swish...pffff.
The seven-colored sword wheel slashed through the center of Puyuan's body in one turn.