The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 133 Dragon Elephant Thirteen Floors

Grandmaster and Grandmaster.

There is only one word difference between these two realms, but they are completely different concepts.

If the grand master is compared to an adult, then the grand master can only be regarded as a child in comparison. The gap may not be as high as the sky, but it is an insurmountable gully.

Among the world's five most amazing talents, Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng, which one is not a grand master, but at the moment when their lives are exhausted, neither of them has touched the threshold.

Once you step into the Great Master, you will reach another height, a height that ordinary people can't imagine, which can no longer be compensated by pure and vigorous internal strength.

On the ring, Guo Jing was out of breath and broke out in cold sweat, already passively resisting the sweeping force.

"In time, you will be able to surpass the poor monk, but today you cannot be kept."

After all, the golden light flowed from the palm of Vajra Dharma King, and the power of dragon and elephant came out. With a sudden step, the corners of the ring exploded, as fast as lightning, and the surrounding martial arts practitioners who were so fast could hardly follow with their naked eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying gust of wind whizzed, and when Jinlun Fawang was two feet away from Guo Jing, a breath that made his scalp tingle came from his heart, and he stopped immediately, and retreated a few feet away.

"Yin-"

Following the sudden sound of the sword, a cold light pierced down from the sky, and an extremely luxurious black long sword pierced into the arena with lightning speed.

If King Vajra Dharma hadn't pulled back in time, the sword would have pierced him from top to bottom.

Just when everyone was worried, a snow-white figure floated on the hilt of the sword and appeared in everyone's sight.

The visitor was dressed in a white shirt, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, with his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on his face, standing on the hilt of his sword, with an unrestrained temperament.

At this time, everyone present was stunned. They thought that Guo Jing was going to die too, but they didn't expect to save him with a magic sword, and then a young man in white shirt appeared.

"Master Qingxuan..."

Looking at the young man's back, Guo Jing took a deep breath and recognized the identity of the person at a glance.

In the hall, Huang Rong's and Guo Fu's pale faces finally regained a tinge of blood, and the Quanzhen Qizi stood up abruptly from their seats, their pupils shrinking suddenly.

This young man was not the one who beheaded King Jinlun Fawang in Quanzhen Sect back then.

As for the rest of the martial arts people, when they heard Guo Jing's name, their faces were a little dazed, they didn't understand the current situation at all, they only knew that Guo Jing seemed to be saved.

At the same time, it can also be seen that the dazzling young people on the ring seem extraordinary.

Standing a few feet away, Vajra Dharma King put away the contempt he had paid Guo Jing, and for the first time a serious look appeared in his old eyes.

With that creepy aura just now, this young man is actually at the same level as him.

Great master!
how can that be!

The young man in front of him, who seems to be only 20 years old, is actually a great master in real life. He has practiced hard for hundreds of years, but he is only at the current level. How did he cultivate?

Suppressing the horror in his heart, Vajra Dharma King said in a deep voice, "Who is your Excellency? It's against the rules of the competition to fight like this?"

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. You old guy, you are so old, and your reaction is still very fast."

Standing on the hilt of the sword, Qingxuan stared at Vajra Dharma King, and said with a half-smile.

Having said that, he never thought that Jinlun Fawang would die from the sword strike just now, otherwise he would not be a great master.

Apart from Zhang Sanfeng from the Yitian plane, the old monk in front of him was the No. 2 great master martial artist he met, and the strength of the latter was obviously much higher than that of the former.

"Master Qingxuan, this Vajra Dharma King is extremely powerful, please be careful."

Guo Jing knew very well that standing here would only cause trouble for the former. After a reminder, he withdrew from the arena and returned to the hall to wait and see.

At this time, there were only two figures on the devastated arena, as if they had become the center of the world, attracting everyone's attention.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu, as the suzerain of the 'Diamond Sect', how many levels have you practiced this kung fu?"

As soon as the clear words fell, Vajra Dharma King narrowed his eyes slightly, and the young man in front of him actually knew the exercises he was practicing.

Condescending, taking a full view of his expression, Qingxuan smiled indifferently, and said: "Jinlun Fawang only sent me ten levels of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu. I think you should have the last three levels."

In an instant, a terrifying aura overflowed from Jinlun Fawang, just standing there gave off an indescribable pressure.

"The disciples and grandchildren who killed the poor monk dare to come out, they don't know how to live or die!"

Vajra Dharma King creaked all over his body, surrounded by golden light, dragons and elephants screamed together, his eyes glared angrily, and he shouted loudly, "Die!"

"boom!"

He kicked his legs violently, and the ring exploded behind him instantly.

The Vajra Dharma King's figure was as fast as thunder. At this speed, Guo Jing could barely see his trajectory. As for those with weaker cultivation, they only felt a golden light flash by.

"Well done, I hope you can make me happy."

Qingxuan tapped his toes lightly, and the long sword that pierced into the ring seemed to be alive, and it turned into a cold light and returned to his hand, piercing the sky with the force of thunder.

This sword pointed directly at the vital point, extremely tricky.

"drink!"

King Vajra Dharma shouted angrily, his whole body was shrouded in golden light, he didn't dodge or dodge, and used his physical body to take the sword forcefully.

"Clang!"

With the sound of the collision of gold and jade, and sparks bursting out, I felt the majestic aura coming towards me, and the aura gathered in the palm of my hand, and I greeted it casually.

"boom!"

The two terrifying energies collided, and the ring felt like it was sinking under the feet, and the gravel shot out, faintly showing a tendency to collapse.

The vast and majestic energy swept out from the center of the two people, setting off a gust of wind and whizzing past. The martial artist standing in the front was the first to bear the brunt, and was overwhelmed by the two breaths.

The thick green bricks around the arena crumbled all the way, and all the tables, chairs, melons and fruits in the hall were blown away.

When the gust of wind whizzed past, all martial arts practitioners retreated a few feet, not daring to stand in the forefront, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

The battle between these two people was so terrifying that everyone felt an unparalleled shock in their hearts. The two people on the ring seemed to be people from two worlds with them.

Guo Jing was already strong enough, but the auras of these two people were so strong that no one could think of resistance.

"Clang, clang..."

The fierce aura and the powerful internal force swept out wave after wave, and the two people on the ring were as fast as lightning, making everyone around them feel dizzy while bearing the pressure.

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The palms collided, Vajra Dharma King retreated two feet, stabilized his figure, with a serious face, said: "I never thought that there are such masters as Your Excellency in the Central Plains, and the apprentice of the poor monk, the death is not unjust."

Qingxuan took advantage of his strength to pull back, shook his long sword, raised his eyes slightly, glanced at a very shallow sword mark on his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

Great master pinnacle!
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