I just traveled through time and you told me that Taoism is gone?

However, Beitian King was not as calm and composed as Zhao Xuanling at this time.

It had only been a few dozen minutes, but this little kid had already killed thousands of the ghost soldiers he had brought.

If this was allowed to continue, within a few hours, his group of ghost soldiers would definitely be wiped out.

Thinking of this, King Beitian couldn't sit still. He stood up, looked at the little guys running around on the battlefield like torches, and raised the ax in his hand.

Zhao Xuanling was enjoying the wine tasting with a wine gourd in his hand. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he saw that the North Heavenly King was actually ready to attack with an old face. He quickly wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth and said:

"Hey, hey, you're such a big guy, and you're still going to bully a kid? Why don't you have any shame in attacking me secretly?"

"Hmph! The winner is king on the battlefield. There are not so many rules."

The North Heavenly King snorted disdainfully. The ghost clan's despicable and cunning words were described in a high-sounding way.

After saying that, Beitianwang didn't hesitate and just threw the ax at the little guy.

The giant ax that was released was like a cannonball, dragging the black and red ghost energy towards the little guy, leaving behind afterimages wherever it passed, and the ground was shaken, which was enough to show the ferocity of the offensive.

Zhao Xuanling narrowed his eyes when he saw this. The energy contained in this ax was definitely not something that the little guy could resist. Even if he was hit by this ax, he would still lose his skin even if he didn't die.

Zhao Xuanling hurriedly hung the wine gourd on his waist, moved his feet, and shot towards the little guy.

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhao Xuanling moved so fast that his figure was almost invisible to the naked eye, but wherever he passed, all the ghost soldiers died violently without warning.

In just a few seconds, Zhao Xuanling came to the little guy's side.

Zhao Xuanling grabbed the Longquan Sword, held the little guy in one hand and put him on his shoulder.

At this time, the huge ax also whizzed over.

Zhao Xuanling's eyes were fixed on the huge axe, and the Longquan sword in his hand kept swinging in front of him. The afterimage of the sword flower made people feel dazzled, and the rich white sword energy was gradually taking shape.

Although Beitianwang's ax came with great force, Zhao Xuanling, who was holding the Longquan sword, was not afraid at all.

Moreover, the Longquan Sword has now been completely improved, and coupled with Zhao Xuanling's control, it is no problem to take this ax forcefully.

"Ding!"

There was a sound of metal collision, and the giant ax and Longquan sword collided hard together.

"boom!"

Then there was a loud noise, and the ground under Zhao Xuanling's feet cracked layer by layer, and huge cracks spread from Zhao Xuanling's feet.

The two collided, and sparks flew out. The black and red ghost energy and the white sword energy also fought against each other and intertwined.

The huge energy generated by the two energies swept towards the surroundings continuously, and even the surrounding ghost soldiers were blown away.

"Buzz buzz!"

The strong impact caused the giant ax and Longquan Sword to buzz continuously, and even Zhao Xuanling's arms felt numb from the shock.

"This Taoist priest is indeed very powerful."

"Yeah, none of us would be able to survive this blow, but he took it so easily. It's so strong."

"Not only that, look at him, he looks to be in his early twenties. With such strength at this age, this boy is definitely not an ordinary thing in the pool."

After seeing Zhao Xuanling's true strength, everyone in the Tiangang League sighed. Looking at the brave Zhao Xuanling, they seemed to have thought about the staunchness of Taoism at that time!

The people who were watching the battlefield wholeheartedly did not notice Yuantong's eyes that were shining with cold light.

Yuantong's eyes looked as if he wanted to kill people at this time. The simple blow from Beitianwang just now was enough to repel him, and the blow Zhao Xuanling received was obviously more violent than the one just now, but looking at Zhao Xuanling's expression, it seemed It didn't take much effort.

Even though Yuantong hated Zhao Xuanling deeply, he couldn't help but secretly admire Zhao Xuanling's strength in his heart.

However, the more powerful Zhao Xuanling showed, the more Yuantong hated Zhao Xuanling. After all, the stronger Zhao Xuanling meant the greater the threat to Buddhism, which he could not allow.

"Shut up! Remember that you are members of the Tiangang Alliance, so you must think before you speak!"

Yuang Guan saw that Yuantong's face was very ugly, and he quickly spoke up to stop everyone's discussion.

Only then did everyone react when they heard the sound. Seeing the displeasure on Yuantong's face, everyone realized that they had said the wrong thing. They all smiled awkwardly, lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Ma Zhanshan looked at Zhao Xuanling in the battlefield at this time, and then at Yuantong's murderous eyes, his brows locked together tightly.

Zhao Xuanling's terrifying strength is not a good thing for Buddhism, and it is not a good thing for the Ma family.

This battle would be okay if Zhao Xuanling died on the battlefield, but if he really won, things would be difficult to handle.

By then he will definitely be suppressed by Buddhism, and no one related to Zhao Xuanling will be able to escape. If this is the case, let alone Ma Yuan's power, it is hard to say whether the Ma family can be saved.

Ma Zhanshan's palms were already covered with sweat when he thought of this.

He is very conflicted now. He wants Zhao Xuanling to die on this battlefield for the sake of the Ma family and his son, but he doesn't want Zhao Xuanling to die for the sake of the people of Qingshui City.

However, Zhao Xuanling had no intention of thinking about anything else at this time. Seeing that the ax attack had weakened slightly, Zhao Xuanling's eyes narrowed and he exerted force on his arms, pressing down the Longquan Sword heavily.

"Destroy it for me!"

"boom!"

As the Longquan Sword pressed down hard, the ax instantly lost its ability to resist. With a loud noise, the ax hit the ground hard, creating a deep pit in the ground.

Beitianwang couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes when he saw that Zhao Xuanling took his charged attack lightly.

King Beitian lightly grabbed the void, and the ax embedded in the ground returned to his hand instantly.

"Taoist priest, I have to say that you do have some abilities, but I still underestimate you."

King Beitian looked at Zhao Xuanling and praised.

Zhao Xuanling took back the Longquan Sword, looked at King Beitian and sneered:

"What? Do you want to surrender? Stop thinking about it. I will never let you leave here alive today."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Hearing this, King Beitian raised his head and laughed:

"Okay, I'll see if you can keep me here."

"Everyone stand down!"

King Beitian yelled at the ghost soldiers around him.

When the ghost soldiers heard the order, they all retreated very obediently, leaving a large open space.

Beitianwang jumped up suddenly and was tens of meters above the ground.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the Northern King fell heavily in the middle of the open space.

King Beitian raised his fingers at Zhao Xuanling and said:

"Come on, have a good fight with me. After recovering my strength, I haven't moved my muscles yet."

Zhao Xuanling sneered when he heard this, put the little guy down from his shoulders and said:

"Wait here for me obediently."

After saying that, Zhao Xuanling didn't wait for the little guy to answer, and slowly walked to the opposite side of Beitianwang.

The two stood opposite each other. The huge height difference made Zhao Xuanling look so small, but Zhao Xuanling was not afraid at all. He raised his head and looked directly at Beitian Wang and said calmly:

"Satisfy you!"