Chapter five eighty five meet the enemy head on
He defeated the Three True Man with one force and took action to deal with the Dragon.
This scene is shocking, but the scene of suppressing the Three True People is certainly shocking, but it is not as direct as the scene in front of you.
It was just a meeting, and in an instant, the real person died.
This is a real person who has become a yang god and has a profound Taoist practice.
This is a big man in the upper class in the world.
This is a state that ordinary practitioners can only look up to and cannot reach when they practice for the rest of their lives.
Any person who has reached this point has gone through countless practices, countless hardships, and many disasters.
But such a person turned into ashes in an instant.
This is a huge gap.
This caused a great shock.
The scene in front of me was so shocking. Not to mention those ordinary monks who could only look up to the real people, even if they were both real people, they could not help but hold their breath for it, and even felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox died.
...
A bang!
Zhengyang's face was gloomy, he pointed his sword at the Western White Tiger, and swept the whisk again.
Dust silk covers the three directions, so that the four symbols cannot echo each other.
Then he saw him kill the Western White Tiger with one sword.
The white tiger itself was a paper man who cut paper into a horse in Qingyuan, and it immediately broke.
The Four Symbol Formation was broken.
Zhengyang stepped out, pinched the magic trick, and shouted: "Destroy!"
The whisk swept away in the air, and all the phantoms of the other three divine beasts were destroyed. The three paper men then collapsed, and then he slashed at the formation plate with another sword.
However, the formation plate turned around and was recalled by Qingyuan and held in his hand.
Zhengyang's sword fell to nothing, and he still had no expression on his face. He could not see any joy or anger. He just looked at Qingyuan and became colder and said, "It's really a monster, there are really many evil magic. I am guarding the Zhengdao Sect and taking it as my responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Today, I will kill demons here."
Qingyuan understood that Zhengyang refers to the previous blood-transforming Yuan technique. This technique captures life, like a gangrene attached to the bone, which is indeed a great evil technique. But when I remembered the scene of the dragon stirring up the wind and waves just now, Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "If the dragon becomes a demon, you won't kill the great demon in the north, you won't kill it, but if you won't kill it, you will be so powerful here..."
Zhengyang snorted coldly, without replying.
On this side, Li Babai's face turned pale, but his magic power was circulating and his breath became sharp... He was beaten by Qingyuan so hard that he had no power to fight back, and he had almost no chance to use his own sword skills that could be called a magical swordsmanship, but when Qingyuan was at the forefront, he abandoned him and turned to kill Feng Lixi, which allowed him to take this breath.
Having suffered a loss before, the Qinglian in Shu would not make the same mistake again.
He swept his sword in the air, and the sword energy suddenly became fierce and fell under his feet.
"It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."
The sword energy fell at the feet and formed a green lotus. All the petals of one hundred and eight lotus bloomed. Li Babai stood above the green lotus. As long as someone invaded his side, the lotus petals immediately turned into sword energy and burst out.
This is similar to the scene when Qingyuan used an ancient mirror to protect her body.
Qingyuan's eyes were condensed and he swept over... Zhengyang, a true disciple of Shouzhengdao Sect, and the eight hundred green lotus li in Shu, were all at the peak of the seventh level, and half a step had already stepped into the eighth level, which was not comparable to ordinary real people.
Among them, Zhengyang, who is the one who guards the Zhengdao Sect, is perhaps no less than that of the demon king of the ordinary eighth level of heaven through his own learning and accumulation of background.
His eyes paused and stopped on Tian Miao over there.
Tian Miao has eight levels of heavenly Taoism, which is extremely extraordinary. Now it is suppressed by the ancient mirror with the god treasure Tianhe, and there are still some signs of escape... But as long as the "Demon Refining Cauldron" formation is used, it will be enough to prevent Tian Miao from turning over and even suffer severe damage.
However, Qingyuan faced not only a field seedling this time.
It is certainly good to suppress the ancient mirror, Tian Miao, the eighth-level figure... but it is too risky to face the other two joining forces and "binding one's own arm" as before.
“Well.”
Qingyuan suddenly stretched out his hand, and the vast divine treasure Tianhe suddenly retracted, and the ancient mirror fell into his hand.
Instead of using the ancient mirror to suppress Tian Miao, and tied himself up to face Zhengyang and Li Babai... it would be better to take back the ancient mirror and use all his skills to face the real people in front of him.
"So brave." Tian Miao escaped, looked at Qingyuan, and no longer looked down upon him. Suddenly, a body of power burst out, the shadow behind him was solid, his hair was ink black, but his body was as white as pearls and jade.
The three real people, each standing in one place, and the general trend came to oppression, almost making everything stagnate.
Even a mountain is under the pressure of the three real people, but it is in danger of collapse.
But Qingyuan was not afraid and stalemate with him.
His eyes swept across the Li River.
The dragon was dying and was hit by the Blood Transformation Yuan technique he had achieved after becoming a real person. Now it is already walking north along the river, perhaps entering the underground river, or perhaps entering the sea.
He wanted to kill him, but now facing the three real people, he has no energy to pay attention to it.
However, if this dragon loses its power, it will no longer have the ability to resist the blood-transforming essence technique. It will not last a few days by relying on its physical body and soul... Even if Tian Miao follows it afterwards, it will be difficult for it to clear it.
After all, Tian Miao's magic power is also an external force for the dragon.
The dragon wants to survive unless someone takes action to rescue him in time for a few days.
...
"It's almost time to finish the Nanliang side?"
Xuan Songzi glanced at the south and landed on Qingyuan.
In one encounter, the real person died in his arms.
This scene made all the people around who watched the battle, both brightly and secretly, frightened, but Xuan Songzi was still dull and there was no surprise at all.
For the other monks, the shock of the scene was the most turbulent.
But Xuan Songzi saw through the levels.
When he saw Qingyuan alone resisting the three real people, Xuan Songzi could roughly guess how capable he was... Then, when Qingyuan tried his best, a real person who had just become a yang god would definitely not be able to resist it.
"It's about here."
Xuan Songzi recalled the previous scene.
Divine art?
Immortal Fire?
Judging from the previous point, this was the result of Qingyuan's unreserved and full efforts.
So now, what about facing three real people again?
"Looking at Qingyuan's situation, I seem to be fearless, and I don't know if I'm bluffing, but... this kid is probably going to miscalculate."
Xuan Songzi remembered two sentences from Kiyohara at that time.
Just three?
Who else?
"You younger generation is so arrogant that you seem to be unable to see the way of heaven... You finally destroyed Feng Lixi, but this time there are more than three..."
Xuan Songzi looked to the north, then to the south, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "It depends on how much ability you have."
There was a ray of light on each side, which suddenly came.
Two more real people.
Chapter completed!