I Shall Seal the Heavens

This middle-aged man surnamed Li is naturally impossible to know at this moment. Meng Hao was so famous in Zhao country that he had a silver gun, which is still hidden in the Purple Fortune Sect...

With a sway of Meng Hao's body here, he was approaching in front of the middle-aged man surnamed Li in an instant. When he raised his right hand, a fire dragon appeared in an instant with his fingers.

This fire dragon doesn't look big, only about ten feet in size, but its color is not an ordinary fire, but this dark color, and there are two wings flapping outside. Judging from its appearance, it is clearly in the shape of a Yinglong.

The power of cultivation is condensed inside and does not dissipate. Unless the cultivation is obviously much higher than Meng Hao, and there is a big boundary, otherwise, it is impossible to feel the slightest fluctuation of cultivation in the fire dragon.

It seems that the ordinary ones are really like the spells cast by a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, or even worse.

In this scene, the members of Yijianzong who were watching outside the martial arts field were all laughing, obviously watching this good scene as a fun to pass the time.

Chen Fan sighed secretly and didn't speak, but there was a sharp light in his eyes. What he was thinking about was not his own sword pellets, but in this fighting field, he was worried that the cultivator surnamed Li would be a killer.

Zhou Shanyue also naturally saw this scene in the fighting field, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his heart was full of unspeakable joy. Ever since his father brought Chen Fan into Yijianzong, he had disliked Chen Fan, and he was even more dissatisfied that his father was obviously too kind to this outsider.

He even gave the sword pill as a gift. In Zhou Shanyue's opinion, it should belong to him. Why did he give it to an outsider? Why is there no one among the seven swordsmen of this generation!

He didn't understand, but he didn't dare to blame his father, so his resentment towards Chen Fan was getting deeper and deeper.

"Now I finally have a chance, Chen Fan, Chen Fan, this time, this sword pill must belong to Zhou. You, a mere disciple, dare to fight with me!" Thinking of this, Zhou Shanyue smiled even more, and even laughed out loud.

In the fighting arena, the middle-aged man surnamed Li also smiled. He looked at Meng Hao's unfurled fire dragon in front of him. Even though the fire dragon was roaring towards him now, he still looked haughty and his smile was sarcasm.

"Sure enough, it's just a wild cultivator of a remote sect, and he can't get on the stage. Even the spells are so simple. It's just a fire dragon spell. How dare you use it in front of me?

Even if Li has suppressed his cultivation and reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, killing you is still easy. When the middle-aged man surnamed Li spoke proudly, he flicked his sleeves, and his mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation suddenly exploded. When he raised his right hand, a phantom of the sun and the moon suddenly appeared on both sides of his palm.

The shadow of the sun and the moon,

It seemed to have turned into two sharp sword lights. With the middle-aged man surnamed Li waving it, he let out a shocking neigh, and went straight to the fire dragon in an instant.

All this was seen by the monks outside, and they cheered one after another, and their voices echoed.

It's too late to say. I saw that the sun and moon sword shadow approached the fire dragon in an instant, and they were about to touch each other, but at this moment, suddenly, the moon sword shadow. I don't know why it twisted violently.

The roaring sound reverberated instantly, and the distorted moon sword touched the fire dragon. Visible to the naked eye, the shadow of the sword seemed to hit an unshakable mountain peak. Under the roar, it collapsed and shattered instantly.

At the same time, the light of the Sun Sword also collapsed and shattered in the roar. The fire dragon, which seemed to be only more than ten feet long, passed by unscathed in an instant, and the speed increased sharply, heading straight for the middle-aged man surnamed Li.

In the process of rushing out, his body suddenly swelled, ten feet, thirty feet, fifty feet... In the blink of an eye, it became one hundred feet, and it is still going on.

An indescribable aura erupted from the fire dragon in an instant. It was a sea of ​​flames, and it was the breath of Yinglong. If the two huge wings wanted to cover the sky, it would be enough to burn everything.

This scene appeared too suddenly, not only the middle-aged man surnamed Li did not expect it, but also Zhou Shanyue, all the disciples of the One Sword Sect around were shocked and shocked by this scene.

The roaring sound was earth-shattering at this moment, the entire fighting field trembled, and a large number of light curtains shone around, preventing the fluctuations in the cultivation base from escaping.

Almost at the moment when the roar came out, Meng Hao's body swayed suddenly, and he rushed out like lightning. In front of him, the middle-aged man surnamed Li was pale, with an expression of disbelief. The nine jade slips floated outside his body, exuding bursts of protective power to resist the power of the sea of ​​fire from all around.

The nine jade slips were obviously not ordinary items, so he was able to use them to resist, but with Meng Hao's arrival, Meng Hao's figure was like a sharp arrow, and instantly touched the protective light.

The rumbling sound reverberated again, and a shrill roar came out suddenly. It took only a few breaths. While the people outside were stunned, they saw the moment when the flames of the fighting field dissipated.

Meng Hao, on the other hand, stepped out of the sea of ​​flames step by step, with a calm expression, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and some shyness remained on his face.

This scene made Zhou Shanyue take a deep breath and stood there stunned. Chen Fan also blinked and looked at Meng Hao with disbelief.

At the moment when the people around were quiet, the middle-aged man surnamed Li paused for a moment, his face was cloudy, and then he raised his right hand and pressed directly between his eyebrows.

Silently, as if the middle-aged man surnamed Li shook his body, a wave of great perfection in the late stage of foundation establishment, and the cultivation base of the fake alchemy realm suddenly burst out from him.

The strength of this cultivation was much higher than before. Murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Looking at Meng Hao who walked out of the sea of ​​flames, that haughty look emerged again.

"You are qualified to let Li use his real cultivation to kill!"

Meng Hao's expression remained the same as before. At this moment, he still smiled shyly and did not speak. However, when the middle-aged man surnamed Li saw Meng Hao's smile, he was disgusted for some reason in his heart. At this moment, he took a step forward while speaking, and when he raised his right hand, a sword flew out of his storage bag in an instant.

This blue sword appeared above the head of the middle-aged man surnamed Li. When it hovered, it turned into an invisible whale. In one swallow, it actually swallowed all the cultivation base of monk Li surnamed Li's late foundation establishment Dzogchen cultivation base into the sword body.

"Qiyi Destroyer, Brother Li actually launched this killer move!!"

"This is one of the most powerful techniques in the Foundation Establishment period, and it is also a technique of Shentong that can win the Seven Masters..." Discussions from Yijianzong disciples immediately came from all around.

"One sword and seven intentions are destroyed!!" Chen Fan's face changed, and he was about to step forward when Zhou Shanyue laughed and stopped him directly.

"Junior Brother Chen, outsiders are prohibited from interfering in the martial arts arena. Are you going to break the rules!"

At the moment when these Yijianzong disciples were discussing outside, in the fighting field, monk surnamed Li's hair was windless and automatic, and while he was clenching tactics with his hands, circles of cyclones appeared around him, whistling like a whirlwind gathered outside his body, in the whirlwind, the blue sword suddenly buzzed, and with a ferocious smile, cultivator surnamed Li raised his right hand and pointed forward suddenly.

Immediately, the blue sword pierced through the nothingness in front of him in an instant, and went straight to Meng Hao at an indescribable speed.

This is the strongest strike of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and it is also a very powerful move in the One Sword Sect. At this moment, when it is performed by the monk surnamed Li, it immediately becomes a killer move!

"This is the spell that Li will use when he intends to snatch the position of Seven Sons in the future. Today... I will use you to sacrifice the sword first!" The monk surnamed Li's voice reverberated gloomyly, and the sound of the sword's sound was earth-shattering. Seeing the green sword, seven overlapping shadows appeared, and the moment it approached Meng Hao...

Meng Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In terms of technique, I'm still a little lacking..." Meng Hao whispered in his heart, raised his right hand and patted forward in the air. With this pat, the surroundings immediately trembled, and the approaching green sword also paused in midair.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Hao took a step forward, and made the second, third, and fourth shots with his right hand. Every time he took a step, he took a step. When the fifth shot was made, Meng Hao was already close to the green sword that was approaching rapidly. With five shots, there was a roar all around. A huge phantom palm of Meng Hao suddenly gathered in front of him, piercing through his body, and heading straight for the green sword.

At the same time, Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness arose at this very moment. One must know that in the early stage of foundation establishment, Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness could shock the late stage of foundation establishment. Now in the middle stage of foundation establishment, even though there is only one more Taoist platform, it is still much stronger. Now it merges into the huge phantom of the palm, and the moment it touches the green sword, the roar reverberates fiercely.

The green sword trembled, and the overlapping shadows on it immediately shattered. It was a long story, but in reality, all the overlapping shadows of the green sword collapsed. Even this sword was shaken, and a crack appeared directly on it.

The huge palm directly penetrated the sword, and rushed towards the monk surnamed Li in an instant, so that the man had no time to dodge, and directly touched the body.

Blood spurted out, and at the same time that the cultivator surnamed Li turned pale and backed away, Meng Hao took the fifth step, appeared beside the green sword, raised his right hand and pressed fiercely on it.

With a click, the sword... broke in two halves!

"You lose, the bet... it's mine." Meng Hao flicked his sleeve, and the green sword that was broken in two halves flew out fiercely, and landed at the feet of the monk surnamed Li. With the shattering of the sword, the middle-aged man surnamed Li turned pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his body weakened a lot. When he raised his head, he looked at Meng Hao, his eyes showing disbelief and even more bitterness.

He lost.

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Woke up late in the morning...it's all my fault for insomnia last night... ()