Phi-Fic Chapter 596: Longmen Support
Chapter 596: Longmen Support
Everyone looked at Zhao Sen with red eyes, and their eyes were full of determination.
Under such circumstances, all parties in Longmen have no prejudices or grievances, only a united heart and the courage to see death as home.
Facing the magic cultivator, they are ready to fall at any time.
Under this punch, Zhao Sen only felt that the bones of his whole body were about to fall apart, and the energy in his body was also in turmoil. All the viscera were damaged by the huge impact.
In a short period of time, it is difficult to recover.
Even so, Zhao Sen still endured the pain in his body, gritted his teeth and stood up straight.
This Lan Yulong was regarded as the strongest opponent he had ever met, and it was also the only opponent who hurt him so badly.
Just as Zhao Sen stood up.
Lan Yulong's body had already flown not far in front of him, the expression covered with black scales could not be seen clearly at all, but the eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
"I admit that you are indeed a monster-level talent. You can cultivate yourself to such a level at the age of more than 20. If I hadn't shown this strength, I'm afraid it would really be in your hands today. .”
Lan Yulong sighed.
He had never thought before that he, a cultivator in the realm of refining gods, would be forced to such an extent by a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.
In his opinion, once this power is used, the opponent should at least be on the same level as him.
But now, everything is beyond his expectation.
He decided in his heart that he wanted to completely assimilate Zhao Sen.
"In the end, I won, didn't I?"
Zhao Sen was not afraid of Lan Yulong's gaze at all, and there was a somewhat bleak smile on his pale face.
These words made Lan Yulong even more furious. He could not have exposed his strength so early, but it was because of Zhao Sen that he let him reveal his hidden identity in advance.
In this way, he was indeed a loser.
This round lost to Zhao Sen.
"It doesn't matter if you win, but you have to pay the price with your life for it."
Lan Yulong's tone was cold.
The arm was raised again, intending to completely eliminate Zhao Sen.
Zhao Sen is also fully prepared. The worst plan is to use the preaching value to forcibly improve his cultivation base. At that time, Lan Yulong will be nothing in his hands.
Everyone held their breath at this moment, with extremely tense expressions on their faces, fearing that Zhao Sen might not be able to hold on under Lan Yulong's hands.
Once Zhao Sen falls, it will be their turn next.
The aura on Lan Yulong's body began to lift, and the strength above his fist also increased rapidly.
Just when his fist was about to fall.
A cold voice sounded in the distant sky.
"Lan Yulong, what you hide is really deep. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that this is the real you."
Everyone was attracted by the voice, and their eyes turned to the location of the voice.
I saw, on the horizon in the distance, a figure flickered towards him.
Finally appeared in front of everyone.
This speed is so fast that it is difficult for everyone's naked eyes to catch it.
All they saw was a figure disappearing in a flash.
The visitor was wearing a high-level costume of Longmen, with the logo of a disciple of Longmen on his chest. He was about 50 years old, but his aura was extremely strong, the same as Lan Yulong, all of them were in the realm of refining gods.
"What a strong breath!"
"He is? Gao Dawei from Longmen Headquarters?"
"Gao Dawei? Deacon Gao and Lan Yulong have the same status!"
Among the Longmen disciples, someone recognized Gao Dawei's identity, and surprise appeared on his face, and he almost jumped up for joy.
This is definitely a good thing for them.
If someone from Longmen Headquarters comes, and they are also the same strong people in the God Realm, then they will be able to relax a lot.
It is their strong supporter this time.
After Zhao Sen saw the person coming, his cultivation base that was supposed to be raised slowly dropped.
Instead, he pretended to be calm before.
On the other hand, Lan Yulong had a lot of seriousness and coldness in his eyes.
But he didn't have much fear.
"Gao Dawei, I didn't expect you to come too. Originally, you could live longer, but now it seems that you will stay here today!"
Lan Yulong said lightly.
Gao Dawei took two steps towards Lan Yulong, and his aura was lifted to the peak state in an instant, the third level of refining gods.
Much taller than Lan Yulong.
"Leave me, then we'll see if you have the ability!"
Gao Dawei said with a cold snort.
Suddenly there was a silver long sword in his hand, and the energy on it exploded, but apart from this energy, there was also a strange power fluctuation, which was very surprising.
This is?
"Dragon Pattern Sword at Longmen Headquarters!"
When Jiang Han saw the sword, his eyes suddenly widened.
As the name of the dragon pattern sword suggests, engraving the dragon pattern array on the body of the sword can enhance the user's aura of strength, and it has a natural restraint effect on the aura of magic cultivators.
In other words, the dragon sword is a weapon that appeared to restrain the magic cultivator.
When Lan Yulong saw the sword body, his brows were also tightly frowned, and it was full of dignity.
"Lan Yulong, as the deacon of the Longmen Headquarters, I will formally arrest you. If you dare to resist, the result will only be your complete downfall!"
Gao Dawei said slowly to Lan Yulong.
Lan Yulong's face was solemn, without any nonsense, he turned around and rushed towards Gao Dawei. He knew very well in his heart that Zhao Sen was seriously injured now, completely without any fighting ability, and did not pose any threat to him.
In contrast, Gao Dawei who appeared this time was more threatening to him.
So he chose to take the lead in launching a surprise attack on Gao Dawei.
A tyrannical force erupted from the two fists, and rushed towards Gao Dawei. At the same time, the black air that filled the sky directly enveloped Gao Dawei.
Gao Dawei faced this thunderous punch.
The body didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, but moved forward to meet it. While walking, the sword in his hand turned over, and the sword fell down.
Silver light shone in the sky.
Directly from the middle, this punch containing demonic energy was completely split.
Then he bumped into Lan Yulong's fist without losing momentum.
In an instant, Lan Yulong's body suddenly flew backwards, and there was a clear bloodstain on his fist, but the bloodstain was not deep and did not hurt him too much.
Even so, the dragon pattern sword in Gao Dawei's hand still broke through the demonic energy protecting Lan Yulong's body.
"The next time is your death!"
Gao Dawei snorted coldly.
The blade of the sword in his hand erupted again, and a tyrannical force erupted directly from the sword. The whole body was covered with sword light all over the sky, and then the sword light returned to one.