The monk was silent, his eyes increasingly focused on the confrontation between the two men in the distance.
From the beginning to now, the fight between the two only lasted a few breaths.
Zhongzong, who was watching the battle, suddenly heard the sound of thunder. The roaring thunder did not shake the heaven and earth, but was a little low. A trembling feeling arose in their hearts, and they were instantly dazzled by it.
In an instant, the iron sword in Taoist Shi's hand was thrust out countless times. The speed seemed to be able to pierce the entire space. The sound of thunder was the symphony of the iron sword piercing the air, which united the world. Some mysterious laws in the world give rise to the mysterious sounds of heaven and earth.
In an instant, the tip of the iron sword trembled countless times, completely annihilating the sudden sword energy one by one.
It was only then that Taoist Shi showed his unparalleled charm as a swordsman and his attainments in swordsmanship, which he would never allow anyone to underestimate, including Chen Jianmei.
Everyone watching the battle couldn't help but be shocked by Taoist Shi's superb swordsmanship. At the same time, they felt ridiculous at Shen Lian's arrogance. After all, they were in a different realm, but they actually looked down on a long-standing elixir-returning monk.
Shen Lian's mood was not disturbed or changed in any way. He was not a top swordsman, but he had all the qualities of a top swordsman, calm and calm.
The sound of thunder piercing the air did not disturb him at all.
Even though his eardrums felt a slight tingling sensation, the blood in his body was still heavy and had not been shaken away. The sword energy taught by Mr. Su has infinite mysteries in it, and even involves some indescribable truth between heaven and earth. Shen Lian has not practiced it to an extremely high level.
He had no intention of defeating Taoist Shi just by relying on this.
Chen Jianmei's attitude was leisurely, and the thunder that caused the void to tremble disappeared immediately in front of him. He watched the two people with interest, and at the same time he understood why Shen Lian did not use the Taixu Divine Strategy.
In a sense, Taixu Shenqi can be said to be the nemesis of all magic in the world, and can cause the enemy's spells to collapse.
Taoist Shi has been a monk for many years, and he is also a swordsman. His magic power is almost condensed into sword energy, which is extremely solid. Even if Shen Lian can neutralize part of the opponent's attack, it will be a huge burden on himself, and the chance of winning is not very good.
He responded with a wooden sword, seemingly constrained by Jin Kemu. Only Chen Jianmei could see that there was something strange about Shen Lian's wooden sword. It was an indescribable feeling that made his transparent sword heart feel A yearning.
In an instant, Shen Lian and Taoist Shi started a real confrontation.
Taoist Shi had just spent some sword energy to deal with the invisible sword energy, but the iron sword was still at its peak, using metal to defeat wood, and had the absolute upper hand.
In one thought, the tip of the wooden sword and the tip of the iron sword clashed countless times, causing the sound of wind and thunder. The two of them almost disappeared from sight. In an instant, all they could see was that the surrounding vegetation was broken one after another, and the ground seemed to have been turned over by some indescribable force.
The smoke and dust stagnated slightly, and in the mist, everyone could still see two figures moving apart. Suddenly, they heard a strange sound.
Shen Lian's wooden sword absorbed the Taixu divine energy in his body at an extraordinary speed and turned it into the most basic energy. At the same time, the vitality of heaven and earth was crazily poured into the wooden sword, so that it could not bear it and began to tremble. , its frequency is not even lower than the thunder sound made by Taoist Shi’s Iron Sword just now.
Taoist Shi would never allow Shen Lian to calmly gather his Qi under his eyes. The two of them had fought countless times in an instant, which was a huge burden on their bodies, so they had to adjust their breath temporarily at this time.
It's just that Shen Lian is crazier than him, leaving no room for buffering for himself.
He didn't know what kind of pain Shen Lian had suffered in Youhe in the past many years. Although Shen Lian's body was not indestructible, the impact of magic power on his body would have almost no impact.
Even if Shen Lian suddenly explodes with all his magic power, his physical condition can still withstand it.
It's not like Taoist Shi. Even if he doesn't care about his own life and death, he still can't use all his magic power in an instant.
This is that even if the elixir is returned, it is already a flesh and blood body. Not only is the magic power limited, but there is also a limit to the explosion that the meridians and acupoints in the body can withstand.
Therefore, only the Immortals of Immortality and Earthly Immortals who have become Yuanshen can be said to have boundless magical power and vast supernatural powers.
This time, the tip of Taoist Shi's iron sword did not tremble at all, causing the void to sing with the sound of thunder. The man and the sword turned into a ray of green light and attacked directly towards Shen Lian, losing any change.
Even if one has the ability to discern the smallest details, one would never be able to detect any distortion or fluctuations in this line of sword style.
This blend of man and sword gives rise to an extremely simple beauty.
Just like on a piece of snow-white rice paper, a great painter only needs to draw a straight line with pen and ink to make the entire painting come alive and create an infinite and far-reaching artistic conception.
Shen Lian's wooden sword suddenly became brighter, just as the sunset faded away its last rays of light. This coincidence seemed to be inevitable.
The wooden sword seemed to be ignited. Bright flames emerged from the tip of the sword. Everyone seemed to hear the sound of phoenix in their ears. It was not transmitted from the air, it was like light. It did not shock the eardrums, it was just for you to hear.
Someone suddenly had an idea: wood creates fire, and fire defeats metal.
The flame at the tip of the wooden sword was very much like the head of a phoenix bird. A slight tap of its beak hit the line of green light transformed by Taoist Shi.
The Taoist hummed softly, and the monk was thoughtful.
Fire is not ordinary fire, but evolves from the Nirvana fire of the Phoenix.
A few drops of molten iron fell from the sky and landed on the ground. The swords of everyone on the stone path suddenly separated, focusing on the iron sword that had partially melted.
His body suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny sword energies that destroyed the Taoist robes into powdery dust.
Only a broken sword remained, its low whine never ending.
Shen Lian was already standing in the distance, with his wooden sword casually tied around his waist. He was so handsome that no one dared to underestimate this delicate and handsome young man.
Chen Jianmei walked up to him happily and patted Shen Lian's shoulder. A stream of extremely pure sword energy was injected into Shen Lian's body, sorting out his meridians and acupuncture points where the mixed energy flowed.
A young man, a young man, one behind the other, walked towards the vast sea.
Within ten miles, not a single demon or monk came out to stop him.
After all, there are very few monks in the world who don't care about their own lives like Taoist Shi. If Shen Lian is seriously injured, there are still a few people who are willing to test it again, but now it seems that it is not necessary.
The monk wearing damaged mango shoes said: "Fellow Taoist, with these two here, it seems that Qingxuan will not be at the bottom again in the next discussion on the spiritual platform."