The young Taoist stared at the majestic real dragon silhouette behind Fang Lin, with a solemn look on his face. As he waved the whisk in his hand, the black giant sword whizzed down directly towards Fang Lin.
The giant sword is a hundred feet long, and just relying on the sharp sword energy of this giant sword is enough to kill the great immortal.
If struck by the giant sword itself, even the Immortal Powerhouse would be severely injured.
Roar! ! !
While the real dragon's shadow roared angrily, it flew directly towards the giant sword. It seemed that it was going to have the most dangerous confrontation with the giant sword.
The next moment, the shadow of the real dragon collided with the giant sword, and both Fang Lin and the young Taoist groaned.
Boom boom boom! ! ! !
The sound of collision continued, and the real dragon shadow and the giant sword faced each other, both of them were extremely powerful, and there was no winner in several confrontations.
Such power made many experts present feel terrified. This was simply not a battle that ordinary warriors could imagine. Even the Great Immortals were not qualified to intervene.
"Cut!" The young Taoist shouted softly, and as he waved the fly whisk, a ray of light was injected into the giant sword, making the sword's aura even more powerful.
Fang Lin also released a stream of holy tree power that poured into the true dragon's shadow, and he saw that the true dragon's shadow became more solid, as if it had turned into a real flesh and blood body.
The giant sword and the true dragon's shadow collided together again, and the true dragon's shadow quickly dimmed, and there seemed to be cracks on the body.
And the giant sword also shattered into pieces, and the broken piece of the sword dissipated in the sky.
There was a trace of blood deep in the corner of the young Taoist's mouth, which he wiped away lightly, while Fang Lin's face was slightly pale, and he looked much better than the young Taoist.
The shadow of the real dragon returned to Fang Lin's body, and the giant sword that had lost almost all its power was put into the sleeves of the young Taoist. The two sides seemed to be fighting evenly.
"You can't even kill the shadow of a real dragon. How can you talk about killing a dragon? You're really talking big." Fang Lin said with a sarcastic expression.
The young Taoist looked calmly, looked at Fang Lin not far away, and said: "The sword intention is enough, but the sword energy is not enough. If the poor Taoist's cultivation goes further, you will not be able to block this sword."
The sarcasm on Fang Lin's face became even more intense: "Cultivation further? This is probably what you will do for the rest of your life. Don't think about making further progress."
The young Taoist smiled slightly and didn't care about Fang Lin's sarcasm.
"Keep the head of Master Zhenwu Hall, so that I can stop fighting with you and let you leave peacefully. Besides, I also know that if you really want to leave, I can't stop you." The young Taoist said. said.
Fang Lin curled his lips disdainfully: "I have no intention of leaving so soon. Drive me out if you can."
Hearing this, the young Taoist sighed softly, and then looked at Fang Lin with a very serious look: "Even if you are powerful, if you really touch the bottom line of the three religions, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to leave."
Fang Lin grinned: "That's right. I've seen the great thousand Buddhist disciples of Buddhism. The Taoist sect also has an immortal strongman like you, but what about the Confucian sect? The Confucian sect can't be so shabby, and it doesn't even have an immortal strongman, right? ?”
Hearing Fang Lin's words, the Confucian masters in the Lingwu Chess Sect were extremely unhappy. However, it seems that there is indeed no immortal strongman among the Confucian sect. Even if there is, they don't know about it at all.
The young Taoist said: "The strength of the Great Thousand Buddha disciples is still higher than that of the poor Taoist. As for the Confucian sect, I am afraid that he is also watching you silently now. If you continue to force me, or if the poor Taoist cannot stop you, that person will Naturally, you will take action. When the time comes, you will have to face two immortals. What chance do you have of winning?"
Fang Lin looked calm and did not seem to care too much about the young Taoist's words: "Two immortals? Even if they are two immortal strong men, if I want to leave, can you stop me?"
"You can stop it." The young Taoist said with a serious look on his face.
When Fang Lin heard this, his face was full of contempt, but he was still secretly wary in his heart. This young Taoist was so confident. Could it be that the immortal strongman from the Confucian sect was very strong
"How? Pindao is willing to take a step back with you, and Pindao promises that he will never have any disputes with you in the future." The young Taoist said again.
Fang Lin frowned slightly and suddenly looked at the sea below, with a hint of coldness on his face.
"Hide your head and hide your tail, why don't you show up yet?" Fang Lin said coldly.
boom!
The sea surface suddenly exploded, and a painting was seen floating out of the sea. On top of the painting stood a figure, wearing a plain white robe and a jade crown. His appearance was quite handsome, as if the person in the painting had stepped out. Same.
Fang Lin snorted and punched the man directly.
As he waved his sleeves, he pushed out his palms, and a powerful aura filled the air, colliding with Fang Lin's punch.
Suddenly, the two forces continued to surge. Fang Lin's body shook slightly, and the man on the scroll also took two steps back.
Another immortal!
Fang Lin had no expression on his face, and he didn't feel much surprise in his heart. After all, this is the territory of the Confucian sect. Even the immortal strong man of the Tao sect has appeared. Could it be that the immortal strong man of the Confucian sect will continue to hide and not show up?
"What an amazing physique!" The man on the scroll exclaimed in admiration, and with a gentle step of his feet, the scroll disappeared, and he himself came to where the young Taoist was.
"Old friend, you are forcing me to show up." The man in plain robes said to the young Taoist.
The young Taoist smiled slightly: "This poor Taoist traveled thousands of miles to come to help, but you never showed up. It's a bit unreasonable."
The man in plain robes glanced at the Lingwu Chess Sect not far away and said, "If it hurts the foundation of my Confucian sect, I will naturally not stand idly by."
At this time, the Confucian people in the Lingwu Chess Sect looked puzzled when they saw the man in plain robes. Only the Master Liu Laozhai of the Guihai Painting Studio and the Master Song of the Lingwu Chess Sect recognized this man. .
"Ancestor Situ!" Master Liu Laozhai looked shocked. The man in plain robes was a famous figure in the Confucian sect thousands of years ago, but he has disappeared for too many years. The entire Confucian sect still remembers this figure. Not much left up and down.
"Unexpectedly, Patriarch Situ is still alive. It seems that today's catastrophe in our Confucian sect is over." Sect Leader Song also said with a face full of joy.
Fang Lin looked coldly at the young Taoist and the man in plain robes. Even though both of them were immortal strong men, Fang Lin still showed no fear, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
What about two immortal strong men? In Fang Lin's view, these two Immortal Powerhouses together were not as good as the Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion.
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