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Both parties had some scruples, although they did not communicate any more, they chased out of the house together with a tacit understanding.

For a while, only the middle-aged butler who was nervous due to successive changes was left in the hall.

The middle-aged housekeeper felt much more at ease at this time, and threatened to leave, and he became very safe.

After thinking about it, if something is really wrong, this Taoyun residence may not be a place to stay for a long time, so preparations must be made early, so I hurriedly left the house and went to find the servant...

Those who chased him were all extremely skilled in martial arts, even the two maids next to the Purdue Sect goddess were also skilled in martial arts.

A group of people traced along the traces of Meng Zhao and Gebu Fawang's fight all the way, and they could see that large tracts of fresh land were plowed with fierce force, deep soil was refurbished, flowers and plants were scattered, and there were clusters of fiery fires Retention is like a burning oven, turning the originally cool and humid air into hot and dry air, which makes people feel flustered.

From these traces alone, one can get a glimpse of the intensity of the confrontation between Meng Zhao and Gebu Fawang, but it is impossible to tell who has the greater advantage.

At the end of the field of vision, one can faintly see the top of the stone wall on the right side of the valley, the golden Buddha light and the purple Shenxi shine together, and the strong wind blows away the white clouds above the head, dyeing half of the sky golden The color of purple is overwhelming...

Since Meng Zhao was the first to leave the reception hall, he turned into a purple air dragon with his magic dragon's ever-changing kung fu, winding and moving towards the mountain.

Although this purple Qi dragon is only condensed with illusory energy, Meng Zhao blessed the innate true energy and connected the vitality of the world to strengthen it to a nearly substantive level. In addition to its defensive power, it also adds a bit of attack and killing methods.

Even if a hard and sharp sword slashed at the air dragon, it would probably be melted into molten iron by the purple flame.

King Gebu Fawang chased him all the way, still with a short and thin body, but his straight-forward movement was no slower than Meng Zhao's Shenlong Changchang, only because it contained some supernatural powers of growing lotus every step of the way. With the ability to cross space, with one step, you can float by like a fleeting shadow at a distance of tens of feet, as fast as a ghost.

Moreover, King Gebufa's aura is as endless as the waves of the sea, and within his thin and thin body, there is an unrivaled power like an overlord.

With a single pull, he pulled up the century-old giant tree deeply embedded in the ground, twisted off the thousands of roots that were entangled in the soil, and threw them at the air dragon transformed by Meng Zhao like a javelin. The moment the air exploded, a gust of wind broke out, blowing the forests in the mountains, and the sound of howling ghosts rang out in the air.

Most of the time, King Gebu clenched his fists tightly and hammered in the direction of Meng Zhao from afar.

Golden fist lights streaked across the sky like meteors, setting off bursts of strength, smashing the primitive mountain forest into pits and hollows.

With such a ferocious and berserk attack, if it were an ordinary warrior, he would have been heartbroken and would either be beaten to death, or lose his will to fight and flee in panic.

However, Meng Zhao used the Tianziwangqi technique created by his epiphany to see through the opportunity and trajectory of King Gebufa's shots, and dodged them one by one with his brisk and vigorous body skills, and occasionally spit out a purple air dragon towards the back. A pair of purple fireworks, the heat contained in it is no less than that of lava, scorching the earth, and it can also absorb the power of the fire element between the heaven and the earth to bless it, and it is extremely overbearing.

However, the purple fireworks, which were enough to melt gold and iron, fell on King Gebu Fawang's body, and could not cause any damage at all. There was only a tiny light golden light flickering, and the dragon-like blood neighed, and the purple fireworks were as smooth as silk. The silk and satin fell off from its body surface and splashed on the mountain.

The two fought one after the other, chasing each other, showing their style and skill, but they could only maintain an invincible and invincible balance.

When he finally moved away from Taoyunju, Meng Zhao just stood next to a deafening waterfall and stopped on a huge boulder covered with moss and mushrooms and entwined with green vines.

Wearing an upright green shirt that matches the surrounding mountains and rivers, with his hands behind his back, he turned around and stood tall.

With a loud bang, King Gebu Fawang descended from the sky, smashing the hard rocky ground on the mountain like a comet to create a round hole with a range of several feet. In all directions, there are dense cracks like spider webs.

Seeing that Meng Zhao was no longer evading, the old monk's eyebrows trembled, and he took off the right half of his cassock, revealing his old and bony body, saying,
"You chose the battlefield here because you were afraid that we would destroy the Zhuangzi with all our strength. Why are you so sure that you can at least withstand the old monk's attack?"

The old monk didn't bother to play tricks, but he could see something deep in Meng Zhao's heart from this move.

If you give it a go, you don't have the slightest confidence, it's not necessary at all, and it's impossible to care about things like the destruction of Taoyunju. If you lose your life, why do you care about these messy foreign things?

Only those who are confident enough to push back the Purdue Sect members will consider such far-reaching thoughts.

What this reveals is actually Meng Zhao's incomparable self-confidence. At the same time, the old monk also boasted that he could capture and kill Meng Zhao here. Naturally, he was even more curious about what the opponent's hole card was.

Meng Zhao raised his head and looked at the clear blue sky. Clouds of different layers floated above it, high and deep, and looked around at the scenery of mountains and rivers, which was fresh and natural.

Although the blood is already boiling like boiling water, boiling hot and boiling like a tsunami, but the mind and spirit are unprecedentedly peaceful, peaceful, quiet, and said with a faint smile,

"Confidence and arrogance are but a thin line, the difference is only whether the kid can stop the master's magic.

I saw that the master's energy and blood are vigorous, like an oven of heaven and earth, his complexion is pale golden, and there is a hidden sign of a golden body of Buddhism.

I don't know how to practice the horizontal practice of Buddhism to the level of great success? "

Practicing martial arts horizontally and even pointing directly at the broad avenue of gods and demons, and with decisive and boundless combat power, he has always been the representative of the most difficult and high combat power.

This Gebufa King is almost as capable as a golden body, and Meng Zhao is also curious about whether the other party has really mastered the martial arts he has practiced the day after tomorrow, and is even more curious about his Ziyuan dragon body, which is the same as the physique refined by the acquired martial arts , which one is stronger and weaker?

King Gebu Fa showed shame on his face,

"The old monk's aptitude is blunt, and the dragon and elephant golden body he repaired is only a small achievement, and there are still three barriers left, otherwise he can be regarded as a great golden body."

The corner of Meng Zhao's mouth twitched, the old guy was pretty good at Versailles.

Only three times away, he will be able to become a golden body, that is to say, he will almost enter the realm of a master. His realm is superb and his force is tyrannical, which is still above his estimation.

This battle, I'm afraid it won't be easy.