The strong from the wild

A giant, seven or eight meters high, with eyes like blades, sword-like brows like frost, black hair scattered, countless stars disillusioned in his eyes, wearing a purple-gold battle armor, and his whole body was full of divine light, startling the pure and swan geese ten thousand meters above. They all fell to the ground, prostrate and bowed down.

An eight-meter scythe, engraved with the words "Sky Survey", was held by this person.

Sky survey of the six regions, Linghu Qiudao!

When this person came out, everyone was shocked.

The monks watching the battle from all sides didn't know what Xuntian was, and they didn't even know what a real god was. After all, Ling Qiujian had become a god and disappeared without a trace, and everything only existed in legends.

But people like Wang Zhixuan who are at the level of masters know some secrets in the heavens and worlds.

"King of Daoxuanzong Zhixuan, kowtow to the Great God!"

Wang Zhixuan protected his body with two celestial artifacts, and he did not dodge or evade Tang Jiawen's Dakun sword, so he knelt down towards Linghu Qiudao in the air.

Boom!

All sentient beings are miserable!

The gossip is broken!

The two magic weapons were chopped into pieces by Tang Jiawen's Dakun sword from the middle.

Tang Jiawen was extremely angry in his heart, he was originally a man of love, and now he remembered that Wang Zhixuan used the method of moving souls for three thousand miles to go to Xuantian Cave to murder his apprentice.

"Killing Wang Zhixuan first is the most important thing!"

Tang Jiawen's eyes were full of murderous intent, but he left Linghu Qiudao who fell from the sky aside and ignored him.

hiss!

As the blade fell, Wang Zhixuan finally came to his senses, as if he felt that the Great God Xuntian would not save him.Others can't save him, so he can only save himself.

It's a pity that Tang Jiawen used the means of a god and a man. Although Wang Zhixuan has the cultivation of Taiyi Jinxian, he can only manifest the dharma form composed of thirteen stars in the Nangong Beidou. He must block the Dakun sword and give him an escape Opportunity!

clack clack...

The thirteen bowl-sized stars are the Dharma images that Wang Zhixuan had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, but Tang Jiawen took away the Big Dipper with a sword, leaving only the Nangong Six Stars.

In terms of cultivation, Wang Zhixuan and Shen Haibing are almost the same, they are both Taiyi Golden Immortals in the fourth level of the Immortal Realm, and they are a whole realm higher than the two land immortals Situ Mengdie and Vacuum Jiekong.

Back then when Tang Jiawen slashed Shen Haibing with his sword, it took three swords in a row to seriously injure Shen Haibing, but now, with just one sword, the Big Dipper in Wangzhi Xuannan Palace's Beidou Faxiang was broken!

This is not because Wang Zhixuan is not as strong as Shen Haibing, but because Wang Zhixuan thought that the God of Surveying Sky would save him and stop Tang Jiawen's sword edge, so Wang Zhixuan didn't dodge and defend when the sword edge appeared...

"Great God...you..."

Blood spewed from Wang Zhixuan's mouth, Nangong Beidou Fa Xiang lost the Big Dipper, he was already seriously injured, and his strength was not as good as before.In Wang Zhixuan's heart, he was naturally extremely resentful. He never imagined that the Sky Surveyor would be so eccentric, and he refused to stop Tang Jiawen when he saw Tang Jiawen displaying his divine methods.

buzzing...

The earth-shattering sound of the sword sounded on Tang Jiawen.

Another bright sword edge was released from the top of Tang Jiawen's head again, and another Da Kun sword was ready to go.

"Wait a minute!"

Six Regions Xuntian looked as cold as a snow peak, and with a wave of sickle in his hand, he flew to the middle of the Baiyu ring, blocking Tang Jiawen and Wang Zhixuan.

"Xuantianzong Sword Cultivator Tang Jiawen, pay homage to the Great God!"

At this time, Tang Jiawen withdrew the sword light on his body, restrained his sword energy and sword intent, put the sword case behind his back, and bowed his hands to Linghu Qiudao.

Outside the Baiyu arena, the originally tense expressions of the four great swordsmen of Xuantianzong also gradually relaxed.

A few months ago, when the soul clones of Wang Zhixuan and An Ruosu were exterminated, the four great swordsmen had seen the Baimi Qiankun Gate appear, and heard with their own ears that the Heaven Xuntian God called Liu Yi a fellow Taoist.

In the eyes of the Four Great Sword Immortals, Linghu Qiudao is a friend rather than an enemy.

Tang Jiawen even thought that Linghu Qiudao would never harm him. He had met God Xuntian many times. When they met for the first time, God Xuntian even gave him a pill to restore his lifespan...

All the monks around were dumbfounded.

Tens of thousands of people stared at the white jade arena, there was no sound, no one dared to speak.

Only some well-informed people secretly used the sound transmission method in private, telling the meaning of the [-]-meter gate of heaven and earth in the sky, and the word "Xuntian" on the sickle in Linghu Qiudao's hand.

What is a sky survey?

Patrolling the heavens is called sky surveying!

Linghu Qiudao coldly glanced at all the monks around him, his eyes were like lightning, and he had the air of treating all living beings in the world like ants, but when he saw Liu Yi, his expression changed, his eyes became extremely peaceful.

"The Great God is here again!"

After seeing Linghu Qiudao's eyes, Situ Mengdie became very happy in his heart.Standing beside Liu Yi, his figure also became a little crooked, like a eunuch and servant who had served the emperor for many years in the court. This humble posture was as humble as he wanted.

Bitter cold wind blows on the battlefield.

If it weren't for the howling cold wind and the rushing cold water of the Tongtian River below, I'm afraid there would be no sound around, and a needle could be heard.

Linghu Qiudao took a brief look at the arena, and then scanned the four peaks in the south, east, west, and north. He seemed to have something in his heart, and asked casually, "Is this the Supreme Ten Battle?"

"The great god is wise! This time, Daoxuanzong challenged Xuantianzong, and the Supreme Ten Battles took place. The rules of this challenge came from the previous head of Daoxuanzong and the great god Ling Qiujian."

Jiekong monk clasped his hands together, bowed his hands to Linghu Qiudao, and said solemnly, "According to the rules of the past, I, a monk of Daning Temple, was invited to be the judge of the Supreme Ten Wars."

"Buddhist monks, you are still upright and peaceful, not bad!"

Linghu Qiudao gave a rare compliment, only saying Jiekong Monk was a little flustered, and then the great sky surveyor said: "This judge can be done by you Buddhist monks, can I, the sky surveyor, be able to do it?"

"Goodness, goodness! The Great God is in charge of the rules of the heavens and the worlds. He is upright, impartial and strict! If the Great God can be the referee, no one in the heavens and the worlds will be dissatisfied!"

Jiekong monk clasped his hands together, made a Buddhist ceremony, and said: "Amitabha... the great god can condescend to be the judge of the Supreme Ten Wars, it is the glory of my Daning Temple! It is the glory of Xuantianzong and Daoxuanzong! The glory of my Jade Jade Realm! It is the glory of all beings in the heavens and worlds!"

"Who is not convinced?"

Linghu Qiudao smiled slightly, raised the scythe in his hand, and said lightly: "Who is in favor and who is against?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, they didn't expect that Linghu Qiudao, the great master of sky patrolling, actually snatched away the referee qualifications of two monks from Daning Temple.

However, in this situation, who would dare to object?

There were also quite a few people who wanted to say "agree", but due to Linghu Qiu's majestic Taoism, their legs trembled and their lips trembled in shock, and they couldn't even utter a word.

Wang Zhixuan looked ashamed, as if a death row prisoner was about to be beheaded, and his demeanor of a master was gone, like a bereaved dog.