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Facing the attack, Tu Zheng opened his mouth and spat out golden dragon essence, which collided with Tuofan's sword intention.

Suddenly, with the two as the center, hundreds of thousands of miles in radius were affected, and the other monks who were close to them quickly retreated away from their attack range.

After one blow, Tu Zheng transformed into a golden dragon body that was ten thousand feet long, overwhelming all directions with its majestic dragon power.

This is the innate magical power of being a dragon beast.

On the other side, Tuifan was not to be outdone. With a crisp sword cry, her sword power rose into the sky, almost trying to break the sky.

The battle between the two sides was about to break out, but in the next moment, the sword blade fell on Tu Zheng's dragon claw.

While parrying the attack, Tu Zheng also opened his mouth and sprayed out his dragon essence, hitting Tuifan.

Tuofan released countless swords and swords all over his body, blocking the dragon's energy.

The two sides fought hard for a while.

Dragons did not actually exist in this world originally. However, with the recovery of the aura of heaven and earth, certain things in myths and legends gradually became reality through faith, and thus turned into real species.

Therefore, the dragon's combat power is naturally quite powerful.

The physical body is powerful, the scales can block magical weapons, the claws can break all things, and the dragon essence contains the essence of the body. When it falls, it has the power of shattering the sky and the earth. It can also create clouds and spit mist, change the size, and control the water flow.

There is almost no shortcoming in attacking from afar, melee or playing spells.

Such an existence seems to be perfect without any flaws.

In the beginning, Tuifan was just a sword casually crafted by Lin Qianxing out of iron.

It was only through subsequent cultivation that he gradually shed his mortal body and transformed into such a magical weapon.

The strength of a divine weapon often depends on its master.

If she were in the hands of Lin Qianxing, even the weapons containing the power of the great sage in the hands of the great sages might not be able to compare with her.

But just by herself, her strength would be greatly reduced.

Blah blah blah~!

I don't know when, the huge waves have gathered.

Rumble~!

Above the huge waves, thunderclouds gathered on Tu Zheng, already carrying boundless power to kill Tuifan with one blow.

Facing the rushing sea and thunderclouds, Tuofan didn't even retreat.

Just like Lin Qianxing faced the hundreds of miles of rushing flood and the yellow dragon with a half-stepped body, Diaofan slowly raised his right arm high like Lin Qianxing did.

In her palm, a faint shadow of a sword appeared.

That was the manifestation of the swordsmanship that Lin Qianxing had instilled in her.

Just as Lin Qianxing dropped the sword in his hand lightly, she also dropped the shadow of the divine sword in her hand.

歘~!

The sea was divided into two halves, the thunderclouds all dissipated, and there was no longer any life left in Tu Zheng.

Facing ordinary opponents, Tuifan would usually not make a killing blow.

But there are so many karmas all over his body that it can be seen with the naked eye, and there are countless murders this dragon has committed.

That is to say, relying on his high cultivation level and not attracting divine punishment, what qualifications does such a being have to become a saint?

But it would not be entirely correct to say that it did not attract divine punishment.

After all, this time he was unlucky enough to bump into Tuifan.

If he had good deeds and good results, how could he be so unlucky?

After beheading Tu Zheng, Tuifan also received the blessing of heaven, and his aura increased by another three points.

Killing this dragon would bring a greater improvement than defeating dozens of ordinary masters.

Tiaofan worked hard and continued to look for the target.

After that, Tie Fan almost never encountered a master who could fight her for hundreds of rounds.

Because those masters were conserving their energy and deliberately avoiding confrontations with strong men of the same level as them, they all seemed to have reached a tacit agreement to clear out the weak Moon-level monks first.

Faced with this situation, those relatively weak moon-taking monks had no choice at all.

Even if they unite, they are not qualified to compete with these strong men.

No matter which one of these people was involved in the past battles for the holy throne, they might have had the possibility of becoming a saint.

But it just happened that they all appeared together now.

Being born in the same era as them, one can only say that one is extremely unlucky.

I don't know how long it took, but only ninety-eight talented people were left in the field.

Their auras are quite different, as if they are on the same level.

These people all have the potential to become saints. In the past era, there could only be two or three such geniuses appearing every million years.

Now there are ninety-eight beings here who have the qualifications to become saints.

I have to say that this last holy position is indeed very valuable.

After these people looked at each other, they unanimously found their opponents and started a new round of fighting.

Everyone wants to be the first to determine the winner and accumulate victory.

Because the faster you win, the more likely you are to reach the top quickly and obtain the holy status.

The person in front of Tuofan was an old man with gray hair.

His name is Hong Gang, a human monk, and he has lived for more than a million years.

Of course, most of the time, he used secret methods to collect his breath and reduce the consumption of his life span to stay alive.

The purpose is also very simple. He just wants to survive to this day and compete for this holy position.

In fact, this is not the first time he has competed for the holy throne.

This is the fifth time.

He has lived for more than five million years and can be called a living fossil.

In every session, he can meet an unparalleled talent.

Every time, he can only choose to avoid the edge temporarily.

In the process of avoiding this, he gradually changed from high-spirited to old.

Until this last time, he had to fight.

Because he has no other choice.

If you avoid it this time, there will be no next time.

And he won't live that long.

Facing Tuifan, Hong Gang raised his hand and turned into a huge mountain that covered the sky and the sun, and smashed it down.

Tui Fan's sharp sword intent rose, and he split the mountain with one sword. The sword's power did not decrease, and it fell towards Hong Gang.

Hong Gang's face was slightly startled, he stopped testing, and all kinds of magic weapons flew out from around him, and he quickly started fighting with Tiao Fan.

He is worthy of being an old antique who has lived for more than five million years. He has many methods. If it were placed in the normal competition for the holy throne, he might not have no chance.

Unfortunately, now he is facing Tuifan.

Diafan has lived much longer than Hong Gang, but she doesn't have as many complicated means as Hong Gang. She only has one sword.

This sword broke through each of Hong Gang's magic weapons and his magical powers.

Finally, Hong Gang had no more magic weapon to use.

He had been pushed to the end.

After living until now, his lifespan has long been exhausted. This time, he has no way out.

He recalled that once upon a time, he thought that he was already the most gifted among the gifted, but every time he competed for the holy throne, he would meet an unparalleled being who was more talented than him.

At that time, he took advantage of his own secret skills, so he thought about taking a step back and leaving it to future generations.

But as soon as he retreated, he lost his spirit.

He retreated again and again, and avoided again and again.

In the end, he was forced to pursue the holy throne in this most cruel era.

He asked himself, if he had chosen to fight to the end that time, would he really have no chance of success?

Hong Gang's aura suddenly rose, and his appearance changed from old to young.

With this blow, he will burn everything, give everything he has, and show himself.

Whether he wins or loses by then, he will perish.

"There is no way to retreat, so there is no need to retreat." Hong Gang murmured.

Not only did he not retreat, he also gathered momentum to move forward and make the final charge.

Boom~!

The million-foot Taoist statue appeared, and Honggang actually took another path of spiritual practice.

Faced with this blow, Tie Fan couldn't help but feel surprised.

She originally thought that Hong Gang was just a monk who had no fighting spirit and relied heavily on external things, but what she didn't expect was that after he was pushed to the extreme, he would give up all his courage and sublimate such a wonderful attack.

With this blow, Tie Fan also recognized the monk in front of him.

"Blue God Strike!!"

With a loud shout, the million-foot-long statue gathered all its energy and punched out.

In an instant, the space also shook.

This blow has locked the cause and effect and solidified the space. Tuifan cannot dodge it. She has only one choice, which is to use a more powerful sword move to break it.

Tuifan's body shape changed and suddenly turned into a sword.

A sword with an ordinary appearance.

Three feet green edge, silver-white sword hilt.

Even among ordinary people, this sword might not be considered outstanding.

But just because it was lucky enough to follow the right person, it became the best sword in the world.

A humanoid figure dressed in white appeared at the hilt of the sword.

That was the projection of Lin Qianxing, who had transformed from mortal life.

Only in his hands, Tie Fan is the unparalleled divine sword that can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword.

The phantom looked extremely indifferent when faced with the attack from the million-foot-high Taoist statue.

Because he should be like this, there is nothing in this world worthy of his fear.

The Tuafan Sword was raised and pierced towards the statue's fist.

Sword blades collide with fists, and the rules of Tao and Tao are also colliding with each other.

Waves of aftermath spread out, annihilating everything.

After a while, the Taoist image disappeared, and the divine sword returned to its mortal form.

After all, the truth of Tuifan is superior.

Hong Gang glanced at Tuifan and showed a cheerful smile. He could no longer maintain his body shape and disintegrated into infinite particles and dissipated into the void.

There was emotion in Tiaofan's eyes.

This monk had too many distracting thoughts before, otherwise with his talent, he might not have to wait until now to show such amazing combat power.

The next moment, Tie Fan fought with a new genius.

This is a foreign monk.

Her name is Liuxia. Her body is a ray of colorful clouds. She is nourished by spiritual energy and gives birth to a divine fetus.

She was born holy and started out as a monk.

In less than 10,000 years, she has reached the pinnacle and reached the moon-taking realm.

But she wasn't happy about it.

She felt that the road was going too smoothly and the lack of setbacks was not a good thing.

So she practiced self-cultivation, destroyed her divine body, and rebuilt it with a mortal body.

She went through a lot of hardships this time to rebuild, and it took her more than 200,000 years to return to her peak.

She has walked through the path of spiritual practice completely, and at this point, her path has been completed.

The flowing clouds transformed into rays of light, and his figure instantly disappeared before Tuifan's eyes.

That was an escape speed even faster than that of Flowing Light.

No space can capture her figure.

In an instant, the rays of light transformed from the flowing clouds had traveled millions of miles and appeared in front of Tuofan.