The strongest ruler of the heavens

Chapter 367
Wang Yue smiled and didn't speak, but Situ Nan's voice sounded in Wang Lin's mind.

"Boy, I'm afraid your brother is not simple. One of the things in it is a golden elixir magic weapon."

"Golden Elixir?"

Wang Lin was startled, and instantly understood what Situ Nan meant.

The Yuanying Patriarch of the Hengyue Sect went to the foreign battlefield 500 years ago, and all the magic weapons in the sect were also taken away. It is impossible to have the golden alchemy magic weapon, but now Wang Yue gave him a golden elixir. Dan magic weapon.

From this point of view, it is indeed not easy, as Situ Nan said.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, he chatted and laughed with Wang Yue all the way, and after a while, he had already arrived in front of the main hall of the Zongmen on the square.

In front of the gate of the palace, the head of the sect and the elders have already stood there, as if waiting for someone,
At this time, I saw a black spot appearing in the sky, getting closer and closer, and finally, a centipede with a thousand feet about a hundred feet long appeared in everyone's eyes. Bursts, rushing quickly.

The disciples of Hengyuezong also panicked because of this, and some of them were so weak that they couldn't stand up.

"It's a good one to show off."

Wang Yue glanced coldly, and instantly understood the cultivation of the monks above. He only needed to strike a sword, and he was enough to kill them easily!

Suddenly, the head of the Hengyue Sect let out a cold snort, and a purple sword light shot out from him instantly, shaking the sky, exuding a faint dragon power.

The centipede immediately stopped and did not dare to step forward, when a long laughter came from the centipede.

"Fellow Daoist Huanglong's Ziyue Immortal Sword is rumored to contain a dragon soul, and now it is true!"

Master Huanglong, head of the sect, looked as usual, with no signs of happiness or anger, and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Ouyang, if the Xuandao Sect wins this time, we will naturally do what we promised in the past, but if we lose, your Xuandao Sect's technique of controlling spirit beasts , don’t be reluctant to give it!”

While speaking, the purple flying sword in the air has already returned to the hand of Master Huanglong.

At this time, the thousand-legged centipede that was forced to stop began to move forward slowly again. After hovering in the sky above the Hengyue faction, it slowly fell, and many disciples involuntarily retreated far away, giving way to an open space.

This scene caused the faces of all the elders to change, and they all glared at their disciples.

Another embarrassment has tarnished Heng Yuezong's reputation. It seems that if he wants to earn back, he can only rely on competitions.

At this time, a handsome young monk in a white robe from the Daoxuanmen smiled slightly, took a deep breath, stepped on his feet, rushed out like lightning, stood on the high platform in the center, and said loudly: "Xuan Daozong willow!" Feng, ask the Hengyue faction for advice!"

After Liu Feng came to power, he proudly glanced at the disciples of Hengyue Sect and challenged.

At this time, the scene became very quiet because of Liu Feng's appearance. Master Huang Long took a look at Liu Feng and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Long, you go!"

Among the disciples of the inner sect, Zhao Long was usually taciturn, and he was one of the few disciples who had cultivated to the sixth level.

But Elder Ouyang of Daoxuanmen didn't care, he glanced at the Hengyuezong people with disdain, and said something very insulting and contemptuous, "Liu Feng, for the first match, I allow you to use [-]% of your cultivation !"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in the Hengyue faction suddenly changed.

"No reason!"

Who can resist being so despised by others?

Liu Feng stood on the stone platform, gentle and elegant, and said with a chuckle: "Brother Zhao, since the elders of our sect have instructed me, I will only use [-]% of the cultivation level for this competition."

Zhao Long has a medium stature and a dark complexion. He looks quite strong. He doesn't look like a cultivator, but more like a mortal warrior of the Jianghu sect.

He glanced at Liu Feng cautiously, cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Liu, please!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Long stepped on his feet, and milky white lotus flowers emerged from the bottom of his feet. These lotus flowers quickly rose into the air, swelled up immediately, and lingered around his body.

A trace of sword energy emanated from each lotus leaf. At this moment, the clothes on Zhao Long's body automatically made a blowing sound when there was no wind.

"Shame, such a monk is not worthy of using sword intent!"

The moment Zhao Long made a move, Bai Yu's roar suddenly sounded in Wang Yue's mind, and the aura on his body fluctuated constantly, making Wang Yue tremble in fright, and opened his mouth quickly.

"Bai Yu, calm down, this is just an ordinary monk, not a swordsman at all."

Wang Yue didn't want Bai Yu to run away. The scene of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood two years ago has never been forgotten. The reason is that the other party was a sword repairer, and he used a talisman.

If this ancestor is not appeased, I am afraid that Hengyuezong will be expelled.

"Humph!"

Because of Wang Yue's persuasion, Bai Yu snorted coldly, and then reluctantly accepted.

At this time, the battle situation on the stage also changed suddenly, the lotus hovering around suddenly burst out blue sword energy, like a torrential rain, and shot towards Liu Feng.

Liu Feng's expression was as usual, he quickly retreated, his hands formed seals quickly, and he shouted: "Water curtain!"

At this moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened, and then only dots of crystal light emerged from all directions, which were water droplets.

These water droplets gathered in front of Liu Feng like lightning and turned into a layer of water curtain.

On the stone platform, the lotus sword qi, like a rainstorm, was all pointed on the water curtain. Zhao Long's face sank. Disappeared.

He frowned and was about to cast the spell again. At this moment, Liu Feng in the water curtain suddenly showed a strange smile and said softly: "Brother Zhao, come and don't go indecent, this lotus sword energy, please accept it. Take a look!"

The water curtain was dripping with light, and a circle of ripples appeared on it. The lotus sword energy from Zhao Long just now refracted from the water curtain, the same spell, the same sword meaning.

Zhao Long's complexion changed drastically, and his body exploded back, but the sword energy was faster, and it was too late to dodge. As soon as Zhao Long gritted his teeth, he quickly threw more than a dozen talismans from the storage bag, which spontaneously ignited without fire, turning into one after another black mist.

The sword qi shot on it and dissipated one after another, and the black mist also quickly melted away. In the end, most of the sword qi was barely dissolved, but there were still some sword qi that did not dissolve. They rushed out of the black fog and penetrated directly. Zhao Long's body.

Zhao Long's body was lifted by the impact of the sword qi, and he was thrown back far away. He kept vomiting blood in the air, and fell to the ground with a pale face. After struggling for a long time, he did not stand up again.

"Fortunately, the disciple did not disgrace his life, and only used half of the water curtain to rebound."

Liu Feng showed a proud face, turned around and jumped off the stone platform, and said to Elder Ouyang.

The disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect all had happy expressions on their faces, and they discussed each other a lot.

"I just wanted to compete with Senior Brother Liu Feng in the sixth floor of the Qi Condensation Period. I knew just now that our first match was a sure winner!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Liu's water curtain is extremely powerful, and even the elders praised it. It's just a dream that they want to crack it."

(End of this chapter)