The monk was speechless, his eyes increasingly focused on the confrontation between the two in the distance.

From the beginning to now, it was only a matter of a few breaths between the two.

The important task of watching the battle suddenly heard the thunder sound. The thunder sound did not shake the world, and it was a little low. A trembling feeling arose in their hearts, and they instantly seized the gods.

In an instant, the iron sword in the hand of the Shi Taoist was stabbed out countless times. The speed seemed to pierce all the space. The thunderous sound was the symphony music produced by the iron sword pierced the air, which conformed to a certain mysterious law between heaven and earth, and gave birth to the mysterious sound of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the countless trembling of the iron sword tip was annihilated one by one.

It was not until this time that Shi Dao Ren showed his peerless style as a sword immortal and his attainments in swordsmanship, and no one was allowed to underestimate him, including Chen Jianmei.

The people watching the battle couldn't help but be surprised by the great swordsman that the trembling Taoist showed, and at the same time they felt ridiculous for the pride of Chen Lian. After all, they were one level apart, and they even underestimated a Chinese monk who had accumulated a lot of years.

Chen Lian's emotions were not disturbed or changed. He was not an excellent swordsman, but he possessed all the qualities of an excellent swordsman, calm and calm.

The thunder sound produced by piercing the air cannot cause any interference to him.

Even though his eardrums were slight tingling, the blood and energy in his body were still heavy and not shaken away. The sword energy conveyed by Mr. Su has infinite mystery, and even involves some wonderful truth in the world. Shenling did not practice it to the extreme depths.

He had no intention of defeating Taoist Shi with this.

Chen Jianmei was leisurely, and the thunder that caused the trembling void to dissipate when he arrived in front of him. He stared at the two of them with interesting interest, and at the same time understood why Chen Lian did not use the Taixu Shenxing.

In a sense, Taixu's spirit can be said to be the nemesis of all magic powers in the world, and the magic that the enemy can use to disintegrate.

The Shi Taoist has accumulated years of returning alchemy cultivator, and is also a sword cultivator. He has a body of magic power. He is almost condensed into sword energy and is extremely solid. Even if he can resolve some of the opponent's attacks, he will have a great burden on himself. The chance of victory is not very high.

He responded with a wooden sword, and seemed to be constrained by Jin Kemu. Only Chen Jianmei saw that the wooden sword was in a strange way. It was an indescribable feeling, which made him feel a sense of yearning for his clear sword heart.

In an instant, Chen Lian started a real confrontation with Shi Taoist.

The Shi Taoist just solved the invisible sword energy, which consumed some sword intent, but the iron sword was still at its peak at the moment, and with gold overcoming wood, it gained the absolute advantage.

In a moment, the tip of the wooden sword and the tip of the iron sword fought countless times. The sound of wind and thunder was stirring. The two of them were so fast that they almost disappeared from their sight. In an instant, they only saw the surrounding plants and trees, breaking one after another, and the ground seemed to be turned over by some indescribable force.

The smoke and dust were a little frozen, and in the fog, everyone could still see the two figures separated. Suddenly they heard a strange sound.

The Chenlian Wood Sword absorbed the Taixu spirit in his body at an extraordinary speed and turned it into the most basic energy. At the same time, the energy of heaven and earth was madly poured into the Wood Sword. It could not bear it and trembled, and its frequency was not even below the thunder sound made by the Shi Taoist Iron Sword just now.

Taoist Shi would not allow Shen Qing to calmly gather his energy under his nose. Just now, the two of them had a huge burden on their bodies in an instant, so they had a temporary breathing adjustment at this time.

But Chen Lian was even more crazy than him, leaving no room for himself to buffer.

He didn't know what kind of pain Chen Lian had suffered in Youhe for many years. Although Chen Lian's body did not reach the indestructible sword plot, the impact of magic power on his body would have almost no impact.

Even if Chen Lian burst out all his magic power in a blast, his physical condition could withstand it.

It’s not like the Shi Taoist. Even if he doesn’t care about his life and death, he cannot use all his magic power through an instant explosion.

This is the explosion that can be withstood even if the elixir is already a flesh-and-blood body. Not only is the magic power limited, but the explosions that can be withstand by the meridians and acupoints in the body can also be with limited capacity.

Therefore, only the real person of Changsheng and the earthly immortal who practiced the soul can be called "the magic power is boundless and the magic power is vast.

This time, the tip of the iron sword of Shi Taoist did not tremble at all, causing the void to sing with thunder. The man and the sword turned into a ray of green light, attacking Chen Lian, losing any change.

Even if you can clearly see the eyes, you will never see any crookedness or ups and downs in this line of sword.

This kind of fusion between man and sword produces an extremely simple beauty.

It’s like on a piece of snow-white rice paper. A great painter just needs to draw a straight line with his pen and ink to make the whole piece of paper lively and create an infinite and distant artistic conception.

The deep wooden sword suddenly became brighter, and at this moment, the last trace of the sunset faded. This coincidence seemed to be inevitable.

The wooden sword was lit, and bright flames emerged from the tip of the sword, and everyone seemed to have heard the sound of phoenixes. This was not transmitted from the air, like light, without trembling eardrums, but just to let you hear it.

Someone suddenly had a thought, wood produces fire, and fire overcomes metal.

The flame at the tip of the wooden sword looked like the head of a phoenix bird. Its beak was slightly lit and it hit a ray of green light transformed by the Shi Taoist.

The Taoist snorted lightly, and the monk seemed to be thinking.

Fire is not ordinary fire, but evolves with the phoenix's Nirvana fire.

A few drops of iron fell from the sky and dripped onto the ground. The stone Taoist sword suddenly separated, and he watched the iron sword that had melted apart.

His body suddenly exploded, turning into countless subtle sword energy, destroying the Taoist robe into powder dust.

Only a broken sword remained, and the low whine was endless.

Chen Lian was already standing in the distance, and the wooden sword was tied around his waist. His graceful posture made no one dared to underestimate this beautiful young man at all.

Chen Jianmei walked over to him, patted Chen Lian's shoulder, and a ray of extremely pure sword energy was injected into Chen Lian's body, combing out the meridian acupoints with some complicated auras for him.

A young man, a young man, walked towards the vast sea one after another.

There was no demon or monk coming out to stop him from ten miles away.

After all, there are a very small number of monks like Taoist Rushi who don’t care about their lives. If Chen Lian is seriously injured, there are still a few people who are willing to try it again, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

The monk wearing broken razor shoes said, "Fellow Taoist Huanzhen, with these two people here, it seems that Qingxuan will never be at the bottom of the Lingtai next time he discusses Taoism."
Chapter completed!