Phi-Fic Chapter 635
Chapter 635
The bright moon blade suddenly appeared in Zhao Sen's hand, with a dazzling golden light shining on it, and then he slashed down at the old man with his sword.
The golden sword light resounded in the air, and the dragon chant resounded.
Wherever it passed, a layer of soil waves was abruptly set off on the ground, and the momentum was huge.
Feeling this breath, the old man looked slightly dignified.
He clearly felt that Zhao Sen's aura was only at the third level of refining gods, but the power of this sword was far stronger than that of the third level of refining gods, and it was not even weaker than his strength at the fourth level of refining gods. .
"Good basics!"
The old man quickly regained his composure, raised his thin palm, and directly grabbed Zhao Sen's sword energy.
boom!
Zhao Sen's sword was crushed instantly in the hands of the old man.
Countless sword qi collapsed and turned into the purest elemental force between heaven and earth, and finally disappeared completely.
"Tianlong goes to sea!"
Zhao Sen drank in a low voice.
With the sword in his hand again, a golden sword light condensed a stegosaurus in front of him, roared up, and rolled up a deep ravine on the ground, and continued to rush forward without losing momentum.
The speed is as fast as thunder.
"Good come!"
The old man let out a low cry, black demonic energy condensed from his arms, his body also turned into a stream of light, and he went up to the giant dragon.
Roar!
The tentacles of the giant dragon were grabbed by the old man's palm, and after the tyrannical demonic energy came into contact with the dragon, a series of ear-piercing corrosive sounds rang out.
"The stele opener!"
The figure of the old man let out a low cry in the air, holding the dragon's head in both hands, and began to circle in the air continuously, countless auras collapsed wherever he passed.
But the devilish energy on the old man's arm is constantly increasing.
It looked pitch black.
The golden dragon couldn't resist the power of this demon energy at all, and let out a low growl.
Zhao Sen's eyes were also serious, and the sword in his hand began to shake violently, as if he couldn't hold on anymore.
"Break it for me!"
The magic power in the old man's body began to increase rapidly, and with both arms, he threw the stegosaurus' body into the air abruptly, and then slapped it hard with his palm.
Stegosaurus was smashed to the ground by the power of the old man.
It made a deafening sound and at the same time stirred up smoke and dust in the sky, which looked very terrifying.
When the smoke and dust fell, the Stegosaurus collapsed, and there was a deep pit on the ground, which was smashed out by the old man.
"Young man, your strength is indeed good, but my strength is not weak. If you really fight, you are not my opponent!"
The black air on the old man's arm slowly disappeared. He looked at Zhao Sen who was not far away, and said lightly.
"Not always!"
Zhao Sen shook his head lightly.
The strength he is showing now is just the strength he wants the old man to see. If it explodes, he can definitely kill the opponent easily.
It's just that he doesn't want to reveal it now.
"Tianlong strike!"
Zhao Sen still moved unhurriedly, the moon blade in his hand soared into the sky, turned into a soaring dragon in the air, and then swooped down.
Compared with the two swords just now, the power is obviously much stronger.
Similarly, this is also the last sword among the six swords of Tianlong.
"The curtain rises!"
The old man felt the power above his head, and he didn't dare to be careless. This power had completely reached the power of the fourth level of refining gods. He crossed his arms in front of him and drew a circle.
The black magic energy formed a round black shield.
Afterwards, the old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the shield, and then went towards the falling sword light.
Boom boom boom!
In an instant, the deafening explosion made the ground shake violently. The golden sword light collided with the black round shield, and the strength of both sides began to be continuously offset.
The ear-piercing corrosive sound resounded throughout the battlefield on the right.
All the demon monks around retreated one after another, not daring to appear in the fluctuations of their battles. Their cultivation bases reached their current level, and Jindan and Yuanying could not participate at all.
Even if it's just the fluctuation of the leaked power, it's not something they can resist.
The sword light in the sky was quickly canceled out in this collision, and the black round shield in front of the old man also faded a lot.
Just when the old man thought that the matter was about to end, Zhao Sen's figure suddenly approached his position quickly.
"Slash Fengyun with one sword!"
Zhao Sen gave a low snort.
The bright moon blade in his hand, the light of the four magic circles all lit up at the same time, and then waved the semi-circular arc of sword energy in front of him.
In an instant, under the sword energy, the ground was abruptly lifted up with a thick layer of ground, which looked extremely terrifying.
"what!"
"This power?"
The old man's face changed suddenly, and he clearly felt the power of this sword.
It is definitely above the fourth level of refining gods.
But in a hurry, he didn't have any good means to deal with it. He could only rely on the round shield in front of him, and the magic energy in his body began to crazily flow into the shield.
I want to strengthen the power of this shield.
boom!
There was another deafening sound.
Zhao Sen's sword energy landed on the black round shield and stopped, which seemed to be blocked by the surrounding people.
However, the old man's face was very ugly.
The body is also constantly retreating.
The sole of the foot drew a mark on the ground.
Click!
Suddenly, at this moment, there was a clear sound of glass breaking, and the black shield in front of the old man instantly collapsed.
Like a mirror, fragmented.
Afterwards, Zhao Sen's sword energy remained undiminished, and hit him heavily.
As if the old man's body had been hit hard, he flew backwards, and at the same time he opened his mouth to spurt out a large amount of blood. After he fell to the ground, the aura on his body had already started to wilt.
This sudden change made many people around stunned for a moment.
Especially those demon cultivators, the expressions on their faces became stiffer, and they even couldn't believe what happened in front of their eyes.
After everyone reacted, horror and shock appeared on their faces.
A young man actually defeated their team leader, this is really not weak.
"Good boy, you really deserve to be an elite disciple of the Longmen Headquarters. He has such tyrannical strength at this age. Compared with him, those of us in the southern division are all mediocre."
The bodies of Li Wei and Cao Feng appeared on the steel city wall, watching Zhao Sen's battle below full of praise.
Cao Feng's eyes were somewhat displeased.
Originally, Zhao Sen could join the Tiger Hall, but now, this genius has become a disciple of the Dragon Hall.
Moreover, last time at the Longmen headquarters, Zhao Sen also injured his newly recruited Hutang disciple, which made him feel uncomfortable all the time.
"It's good now, but if you don't know the current affairs and are short-sighted, it's hard to be a noble person after all. Maybe you won't be able to reach a stronger state in this lifetime."
Cao Feng said lightly.