typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth chapters proud of the world

Flying swords were flying all over the sky, and screaming sounds of breaking through the air sounded.

The great elder of Hehuan Sect is a magician in the middle stage of foundation building. He is well versed in magic. Every flying sword can cut steel and break iron. I am afraid that even an armored vehicle can cut into two pieces.

Zhuo Bufan naturally won’t resist, after all, there are too many flying swords.

Zhuo Bufan's figure swam and avoided a few flying swords. These flying swords pierced into the sea and burst out white water columns, making the sound deafening.

The sword rain fell, and the water droplets exploded, and the whole sky was as misty as drizzle.

Wei Jingshou, He Shouming and others who were standing on the shore were already stunned. Ordinary warriors can catch wind and take swords, walk on water, and their true energy comes out, but whether it is the old Qinglong or the old Hehuan Sect, they can be used.

The various martial arts techniques are simply terrifying.

"I will eventually reach this level one day." Wei Qiankun bit his steel teeth, clenched his fists, and swore in his heart.

"Qingshan Seal!"

Zhuo Bufan dodged a golden sword, and the man had already arrived in front of the Great Elder, raised his hand and slapped it. It seemed that a three-meter-sized handprint had condensed in the sky, and a huge pressure spread to the Great Elder.

"not good!"

The elder's face changed slightly, and he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and a golden light buckled over his head like an umbrella.

At the same time, the palm print was slapped down. The moment it touched the golden umbrella, the umbrella instantly cracked like a spider silk, and the slap directly slapped the Great Elder of Hehuan Sect into the sea water.

"It's too strong, the king deserves its name." Wei Jingshou's eyes were full of shock.

However, Zhuo Bufan can still gain an advantage when facing a master of Gangjin and a master of magic. This combat power is enough to laugh at the younger generation in the world.

After about a few breaths, the Hehuan Sect's conference elder flew out from the bottom of the sea, with a look of shock and anger on his face, staring at Zhuo Bufan with a tight look.

The old Qinglong stood on the water surface, dozens of meters apart, and his eyes were also staring at Zhuo Bufan like a sword.

Neither of them expected that Zhuo Bufan's strength had reached this level, and they even had a weak position when they joined forces.

"Old Qinglong, it seems that we can only use killing moves. If we don't kill him today, we may not have a chance in the future. This guy is simply a monster." The elder said, narrowing his eyes slightly, with a little more in his eyes.

dignified.

"Um."

Old Qinglong nodded, then looked at Zhuo Bufan and said, "Although you are powerful, the Great Elder and I are at the same time, and you will have to die here today."

After saying that, the old Qinglong stretched out his hands and floated all over his body. Then he saw that blue scales about the size of a matchbox grew on his arms. Not only that, he also covered his neck and legs.

A layer of green scales, each scale releases the blue light.

"What is that? Is it a monster?" He Wuxue widened her beautiful eyes, and a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face.

Old Qinglong clenched his fist, his whole body was as blood as a dragon, feeling unparalleled power, but at the same time he also felt a sting of his body muscles. He could maintain this state for up to three minutes, and after three minutes, his body would bear it.

Can't stay.

"The power of blood?" Zhuo Bufan was also surprised, but he immediately shook his head.

It is impossible. How could a race with bloodline talents appear on the earth? Only ancient giants in the cultivation world, such as the Demon King or the alien race, can inherit various powerful bloodlines.

Zhuo Bufan felt relieved. I am afraid that the old Qinglong explored into Jiaolong Valley and obtained scales. He used high technology to extract the dragon's genes and then cultivated them into his body.

Just like Zhuo Bufan's guess, the old Qinglong did find the scales and then used high technology to extract the blood gene of the dragon to enhance the body. However, the genes of the dragon and his body were mutually exclusive. It took him ten years to thirty years.

The dragon gene in the lower body was only calmed down, but it cannot be used for more than three minutes each time, otherwise the body will be occupied by the dragon gene and will explode and die directly.

The great elder of Hehuan Sect glanced at Old Qinglong, and a trace of splendor flashed and said, "Old Qinglong, I'll use my own tricks, too."

After saying that, the old man muttered the words in the Hehuan Sect Conference, and the Buddha's voice sang, and the Buddhist beads on the wrist of the elder flew out. There were eleven golden lights like fireworks, falling on eleven positions outside the three people, each with

There is a mysterious and exquisiteness. Each Buddhist bead is engraved with complex magic patterns and shines with golden light.

Immediately, a golden thread extended from each Buddhist bead to connect each other. Eleven Buddhist beads were connected together, forming a golden circle, about the size of a football field, surrounding the three of them.

"open!"

The great elder of Hehuan Sect shouted again, opened his eyes, and the golden light shone brightly in his eyes.

The golden light on the eleven Buddhist beads became even more intense, and then the petals bloomed, turning into eleven golden lotus flowers scattered on the dark sea, like a dream.

"Buddhist bead formation?" Zhuo Bufan frowned and then said, "You should have another Buddhist bead for Ning Hong, but it has been broken by me."

Each Buddhist bead is just a third-grade magic weapon, but the eleven Buddhist beads are almost equivalent to a treasure weapon, even Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised.

"In my golden lotus formation, there is death but no life, oh Amitabha Buddha." The Great Elder murmured to himself, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Bang!"

The old Qinglong disappeared in place, and a sound boom sounded. The old Qinglong's speed instantly broke through the speed of sound and came towards Zhuo Bufan, just like a violent human-shaped Qinglong. Whether it was speed, power and momentum seemed to double.

"I won't waste time with you."

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, his whole body shone with golden light, and his fighting spirit burst out from his pupils and headed towards the old Qinglong.

The two of them fought together, and in everyone's eyes it was like a little green light and a little golden light collided. The eyes of ordinary people could not keep up with the speed of the two. They could only find that they fought from the sky to the bottom of the sea in a while.

The older the old Qinglong became more and more frightened. His body was covered with the dragon's blue armor, with unparalleled defense, but he was pressed by Zhuo Bufan, and his fist hit Zhuo Bufan as if he was hitting steel.

"Abnormal." Old Qinglong cursed in his heart.

If he delays like this, he can no longer support the dragon green armor on his body.

At this time, the great elder of Hehuan Sect also quickly used it to realize that countless golden swords on the lotus were running towards Zhuo Bufan, as if they were inexhaustible.

"Let you see what real boxing skills are." Zhuo Bufan pinched his golden fist and stared at the old Qinglong, regardless of the golden sword flying from behind.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan clenching his fists, a simple and vast aura was contained in it, as if it contained some laws and will of the world. Old Qinglong's heart thumped, and he felt a very bad feeling, and that feeling of heart twitching,

In his decades of martial arts career, even if he encounters a strong enemy, he has never felt this way.

"You...what's your boxing technique?" Old Qinglong widened his eyes.

"The immortal's boxing technique!"

Zhuo Bufan pinched a fist mark, and the vital energy of dozens of miles around him surged wildly, as if he had transformed into a black hole and constantly devoured the vital energy around him. (To be continued)


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next