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Chapter 695 Immortal Attack
Nine layers of creation realm powerhouse, is it really scary?
How many hole cards does the opponent have!
Some people even feel that Roten's pace of battle is really going to stop here.

"The holy monk has devoted all his life to refining weapons, and he has used his body as a Taoist tool. The unity of heaven and man is really well-deserved."

Roten bowed his head and smiled, with a happy mood of meeting his opponent.

"Flower Jue, flowers flow by themselves and water flows by itself."

Roten's palm turned into a circular hole above his head.

A plum tree grows out of it in the cold spring.

Rotten twisted the flowers with his hands, picked off a plum blossom branch, flicked his wrist, and shot at Fajie.

Withered prosperity changes, life and death overlap, light and dark alternate, and the changes are endless.

This plum blossom contains the profound meaning of life and death, and the reincarnation of a hundred generations.

Not only will the lives of living beings be cut off, but even everything in the world, even a drop of water, cannot escape the shackles of his laws.

Seeing this, Dharma Jie's majestic eyes showed a dignified look, and the Arhat's golden body on his body tended to be dim.

"Samadhi true fire, Arhat casts swords."

Fajie opened his mouth wide, spraying out fiery red flames, which is the method that can only be used when the true fire of Samadhi is completely integrated with the body.

Hu Hu Hu.

The fire took advantage of the wind to burn blazingly, forming an impenetrable wall of fire in front of him.

The ends of the plum blossom branches were withered by the fire, as if they might wither at any time.

Roten narrowed his eyes coldly, grabbed it with his big hand, and pulled out the entire plum blossom tree in the void.

One branch, two branches, three branches.

A total of twelve plum blossoms were shot away.

Kacha Kacha, the fire wall showed signs of collapse, broke through the obstacles, and continued to shoot towards Fajie.

Fa Jie is unscrupulous, holding the ax for casting swords in his left hand, and leaning forward with his right hand.

Brush brush.

Like searching for something, he actually held all twelve plum blossoms in his palm.

bang bang bang.

The hammering sound came again.

He swung his big ax and struck the plum blossom branches, and the flames kept spewing out.

Those branches that control people's life unexpectedly solidified continuously, and finally turned into a sword-shaped object.

With a wave of his hand, Fa Jie threw the object into the real fire of Samadhi, and dismissed it like waste.

"Roten uses the technique of reincarnation to attack, and the holy monk uses the technique of casting to refine, both of which are the best understanding in this world. One attack and one defense, it is hard to judge!"

Wen Qianxiu said in surprise.

"No, the holy monk hasn't made any moves yet, he just asked Roten to make two moves. From this point of view, the holy monk's methods are superior."

Li Huaifeng said deliberately, with the purpose of hitting Roten's Taoist heart.

He has been in contact with Roten for a long time, and he knows that Feng and Hua Erjue are the opponent's means of fame. Putting it on the other masters of the Immortal Dao is enough to kill or seriously injure the opponent. Even if he is the leader, he dare not underestimate him.

But the Holy Monk of Dharma Precepts was able to resolve the two tricks invisibly, and the strength of the King Realm of the Nine Realms was really too powerful.

"The holy monk is really good at defending, but why only defend but not attack? If this continues, you will draw with me at most, but you will not be able to win."

Roten's city is extremely deep, and he can see that blindly attacking can only expose himself. This battle is not trivial and must be taken seriously. He wants to get a deeper understanding of the details of the law.

As soon as the words fell, Fa Jie squinted his eyes slightly, as if hesitating for something, gritted his teeth, and suddenly took a step.

With a whoosh, he swiped the knife with his palm, and the invisible wind of his palm flicked in the space.

"The body turns into a knife, and the holy monk has reached the realm of creating something out of nothing."

Wen Qianxiu was even more surprised.

This blow contains the laws of space and time.

The two laws are completely combined into one, and at the same time, with the means of transforming the structure of all things at the realm of kings, the invisible wind power is transformed into a tangible sharp blade, which is hidden in the space and is difficult for the naked eye to catch.

"The body of the holy monk is the best magic weapon. He has been refining tools for many years. He is not forging black iron, but forging himself." Li Huaifeng said with emotion.

At this time, Roten's vigilance was also raised to the extreme.

He narrowed his eyes coldly, and he didn't know what he was observing on the spot. Suddenly, his footsteps turned backwards.

With a sound of swipe, a saber aura of disdain appeared in the void, stuck to his body, and slammed into the black iron with black crystal behind him.

It was shocking that the hard black iron was cut into an inch-deep dent by the saber energy.

"Knife Qi is vertical and horizontal."

Fa Jie roared loudly, waving his hands again and again.

Hu Hu Hu.

Brush brush.

The overwhelming palm knives were formed in an instant, densely packed, as if you were in a forest made of blades, where all the grass and trees were soldiers.

The brilliance of these knives does not lie in how sharp he is, but in the fact that after flying out of the ring, he immediately disappears in the space without a trace. It takes a very strong eye to see the clues, and if you are not careful, you will be severely hit kill.

"Nine Tribulations Holy Fire!"

Roten didn't dare to push it a little bit, a pure golden flame emerged from his body, it was ranked fourth among the top ten strange fires, and the power of the nine holy fires was no small matter.

The strange fire is full of spirituality, forming thunderbolt-like phantoms around his body.

Crack clap.

He collided with the sword in the palm of the holy monk of Chaofajie.

The distance between the two was no more than ten meters, and between them, the space seemed to be about to burst, and shocking sparks appeared, crackling and resounding non-stop.

There are too many knives in the hands of the holy monk of Fajie. In addition, the profound meaning of heaven and earth mixed here cannot be resolved by a simple attack of different fire.

Roten's body tossed and twitched, constantly dodging, and the surrounding walls were cut with depressions, which was very thrilling.

At this time, Jing Wuyan sacrificed several shields of sand from the Ganges River to resist the aftermath.

Li Huaifeng thought about it, but he didn't bother to use his magical powers, so he simply hid behind Jing Wuyan and just watched the excitement.

After a round of berserk palming, the space stopped the shocking agitation.

Rothen stood on the spot again, looked down, and saw two long cuts in the corner of his clothes.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood fell to the ground along his body, and he was actually injured.

"The method of the holy monk, Luo has only seen it in his life, and you are the strongest opponent I have encountered."

Rotten smiled with a bit of resentment.

"It's still too late for you to turn around now."

Fajie said seriously.

Upon careful observation, the wrinkles on his face became deeper, and the originally rosy appearance was covered with a strange blackness.

"Hahaha, the holy monk was joking. Luo is rampant in the Northern Territory, and he never knows the word retreat. I respect you three points, and I didn't do my best to make a move. But at this moment, I have to make a move."

Rothen's eyes suddenly darkened.

With a whoosh, the hairpin-like Instant Fanghua Blade was sent out, and the restrained sharpness could not cover up the power of this half-step fairy weapon.

"Snow Jue, the universe is full of snow."

Hurrah, the wind suddenly picked up.

There is a terrifying gap in the space above the stone chamber, which is connected to a distant world, which is the space opened up by Rotten's identity as the Creator.

A full moon hung high inside, and in the desolate world, a plum blossom tree quietly grew, and countless snowflakes flew out of it.

Li Huaifeng has seen this technique more than once, but every time it is completely different from before.

At this moment, these snowflakes continued to condense and turned into fist-sized snowballs.

The instant youth blade was also wrapped in the snowball, shooting towards the Dharma ring like a meteor shower.

He is a famous swordsmith and has been with fire all his life.

Roten turned into the God of Ice and Snow, and the icy frost swept all around, completely suppressing the heat of the Samadhi True Fire, making people feel cold from the inside out.

Seeing such a scene, Fa Jie's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

His brows were deeply frowned, as if he was hesitating again.

Seeing the overwhelming snowflakes coming, he stomped his feet, opened his mouth wide, and pulled out a big ax that was half red and half black.

"Punishment Axe!"

Young Master Liusu was shocked.

It can make this young man, a refined scholar, look shocked, which shows that this big ax is no small matter.

"Wow, this is a treasure that is infinitely close to a fairy weapon. It is said that when the Northern Territory was founded, it was used to open up the world and carve out mountains and rivers. This big ax can be called the number one weapon in the Northern Territory. I don't know how many times the profit."

Kong exclaimed, infinitely close to an immortal weapon is more terrifying than a half-step immortal weapon, and even more terrifying than the Renhuang pen in full bloom.

"I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, hell is not empty, vows not to become a Buddha, the Buddha's prison is infinitely cut."

The aura of the holy monk of Dharma precepts exploded like never before.

He tapped his feet, and the whole person was suspended in the air.

Holding an ax in both hands at the same time, he slashed towards Roten in the style of splitting mountains and seas.

"Buddha Prison Boundless Slash, ranked tenth in the Three Thousand Ways, one of the immortal methods."

Everyone was horrified.

(End of this chapter)