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"The last chance to strike?" When Fang Zhengzheng heard this, he paused in his footsteps, and the palm he was about to strike stopped abruptly in mid-air.
"Hahaha..." The third elder finally laughed.
The moment Fang Zhengzheng stopped, he laughed. Even if a part of his body was still tingling, it could not stop his mood at this moment.
"Old traitor!" Fang Zhengzheng seemed to have finally reacted at this time, but it was obviously too late, because the third elder had already taken the opportunity to retreat five steps away again.
When the surrounding Tiandao Pavilion disciples saw this, they also laughed.
Naturally, they could see that the third elder's words just now were intentional. Of course, the purpose could not really be to remind Fang Zhengyi, but to take the opportunity to distance himself again.
Thus…
The opportunity that Fang Zhengzheng had worked so hard to create just now was equivalent to returning to the starting point again, and compared with just now, he was obviously more passive.
Because the third elder already understood Fang Zhengzheng's sneak attack method.
In addition, Fang Zhengzheng himself was trapped in the world. Even if he could move by force, he still could not escape.
"Boy, what are your preparations for the last move?" The third elder looked at Fang Zhengzheng, who was slowly being swallowed by the quicksand again five steps away, with a playful smile on his lips.
As the elder of Tiandao Pavilion, there was no way he would lose his composure in such a battle, but when he saw Fang Zhengzheng's sad face, he smiled unconsciously.
When the fifth elder in the distance saw this scene, a smile appeared on his lips. He naturally knew that this battle was almost over.
Five steps away, and trapped in the eight wastelands of the universe, let alone Fang Zhengzhen, who is only in the reincarnation realm, even if he steps into the holy realm, he may be unable to recover.
"Get ready, the selection test for the third level will be held in the Temple of Heavenly Book!" At this time, the fifth elder also turned his attention to the nine candidates behind him.
"Yes!" Upon hearing the fifth elder's words, the participants immediately responded, and when they looked at Fang Zhengzheng again, they felt somewhat sympathetic.
It has to be said that Fang Zhengzheng has tried his best.
However, this is Tiandao Pavilion.
A person with no identity and no background, no matter how talented he is, how can he really make waves in this Tiandao Pavilion
Moreover, the most important thing is that Fang Zhengzheng is facing the third elder, a strong man in the holy realm who has reached the holy realm in two ways. The result is actually destined.
No one thought that Fang Zhengyi still had any hope of winning.
But Fang Zhengzheng still moved, and even though he knew that there was no hope, he bloomed with the last brilliance, a brilliant brilliance.
Nine rays of blue light appeared above the head of the third elder. It was as blue as the sky, pure and not stained by a trace of dust.
The third elder raised his eyes slightly, looking at the nine blue rays of light emerging above his head, and his face became more or less solemn.
Not only the third elder, but also the surrounding Tiandao Pavilion disciples also widened their eyes.
They naturally knew what the nine blue rays of light represented, but they never imagined that Fang Zhengzheng's strength had reached such an extent.
"Is it heaven? Nine heavens descend?!"
"I didn't expect that this guy could control nine heavenly descending paths at the same time? How much original power does he have in his little world?"
"If he is not from the other four sects, maybe, it is really..."
The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion stared closely at the nine rays of light above the head of the third elder. It was almost impossible to say that they were not shocked at all.
And at this moment, Fang Zhengzheng also moved.
The body instantly disappeared on the spot, and the next moment, it appeared in a ray of blue light.
"Good boy, let me see how strong you are!" The third elder looked at the figure appearing above his head, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Without retreating or moving at all, a fist was directly directed towards Fang Zheng.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise.
That was the sound made when two fists collided together. At the same time, the flowing yellow sand on the ground was blown up and turned into a huge whirlwind, completely wrapping the body of the third elder.
"Come again!" The voice of the third elder sounded in the whirlwind.
Then, there was a second sound of fists colliding together, the ground shook, and a huge air wave spread rapidly towards the surroundings.
"So strong!"
"Although this guy is shameless, he is indeed better than Senior Brother Kong Qing!"
"Well, apart from the master and the elders, there are probably no more than twenty people in Tiandao Pavilion who can defeat him! He is truly a gift from heaven!"
Looking at this shocking scene, the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion also concentrated their attention. After all, such battles are rarely seen even in Tiandao Pavilion.
"Boom!" The third impact sounded.
Then, there was the fourth tone, the fifth tone, the sixth tone...
"boom!"
"Boom boom..."
Every impact caused the ground to vibrate, and more and more quicksand was swept up by the wind and waves. No one could be seen in the middle of the Tianshu Altar, only the faint blue light in the whirlwind could be seen.
Yan Xiu's fists clenched at this moment, and his eyes were filled with red light, a cold red like blood.
"Wait a minute, Yan Xiu!" Nangong Mu seemed to have noticed Yan Xiu's emotional change, and put a hand directly on Yan Xiu's shoulder.
"Yes." Yan Xiu nodded gently, but the red light in his eyes did not weaken at all, but became redder and redder.
…
"Boom!" When the ninth collision sounded.
The middle of the Tianshu Altar has been completely shrouded in yellow sand, and the yellow sand in the sky turned into a huge whirlwind with a height of five feet, whirling non-stop.
The scorching sun has been blocked by the yellow sand, making the Temple of the Book of Heaven look a bit gloomy.
But no one made any more noise, and all eyes were fixed on the huge whirlwind until the whirlwind slowly dissipated.
The wind slowly stopped, and a ray of sunlight fell from the sky, falling on the flowing yellow sand, illuminating a little crystal brilliance.
finally…
The wind stopped completely.
The Temple of Heavenly Books became bright again, and the ground stopped shaking.
Two figures appeared.
There are some tatters on the white robe, and there are some blood stains under the cracks. It can be seen that the third elder is not in a good condition now.
However, there was always a smile on his face.
Because, Fang Zhengzheng, who was five steps away from him, was in obviously worse condition. His face had become pale, his hair was a little messy, and it was scattered on his shoulders. He was breathing heavily in his chest, and he looked exhausted.
"Boy, what else do you want?" The third elder looked at Fang Zhengyi, whose feet had sunk into the quicksand again, and his tone became calm.
"Can you let me go down the mountain?" Fang Zhengzheng replied without thinking.
"You're a bit fanciful, kid, but I still promise you, but it's no longer possible for you to come down the mountain alive!" When the third elder's voice fell, the person also moved.
The body is like light.
It was a yellow light.
In other words, it was a sword, a sword formed due to extreme speed. The tip of the sword was two fingers, two fingers together.
Point to the sword!
It's not too fancy, it's a move completely based on speed and power, and it's also a killing move that targets directly to the chest.
Fang Zhengzheng wanted to escape, but it seemed that he could no longer escape.
Because he no longer has the strength to use the reincarnation of heaven, and more importantly, his legs have sunk deeply into the quicksand, how can he escape
"Poof!" With almost no suspense, the finger sword stabbed straight into Fang Zhengzheng's chest, leaving only his arm outside his body.
"Finally won!"
Cheers quickly rang out, because all the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion knew that this battle was over. How could there be a chance to survive if the heart was pierced by a finger sword
The Holy Masters of the Four Kingdoms also became silent at this moment.
Want to say sad? They were not that happy, but they were not happy or excited. After all, with the strength of the third elder, this battle should have ended long ago.
The yellow light quickly retracted at this moment, and finally, the figure of the third elder was slowly revealed, with a faint smile still on his lips.
only…
This smile did not last long.
Because there was no blood spurting out from the finger sword he stabbed into Fang Zhengzheng's body. Not only was there no blood, there was no even feeling of flesh and blood.
"There's a problem!" At this moment, a voice rang out. It was Mu Qingfeng who had been sitting on the white jade chair and had not spoken again.
And the moment Mu Qingfeng spoke.
The third elder seemed to have reacted in the same way, but he didn't immediately understand why he couldn't feel the flesh and blood in Fang Zhengzheng's body.
"Could it be..." The third elder's face suddenly sank, and at the next moment an inexplicable sense of crisis made him subconsciously prepare to get out of the way, but the moment he took a step back.
His body suddenly tilted...
That feeling was like missing the mark.
Then, a powerful suction force came from the ground, and countless quicksands rotated crazily, feeling as if the universe was about to swallow him.
Such changes undoubtedly made the third elder unable to react.
After all, he created the world, so how could it affect him? This is simply impossible and absolutely incomprehensible.
However, his body had lost his balance, because after he stepped on the air, a sharp sting came from his other foot, causing him to unconsciously lift his foot slightly.
"Third brother, come back!" At this moment, the fifth elder's voice also sounded, and it seemed to be extremely urgent.
"What?!" After the third elder heard this voice, his body trembled, and then, an inexplicable chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
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