Mortal's journey to immortality

In the decisive battle of the top four, Wang Lu faced off against Zeyue Fengdian, Five Beasts faced off against Tanyu, Wang Wufeng fought against Qishan's Ma Youmeng, and Xiang Feng faced off against Zhufeng's Liu Huaidong.

Four groups fight, and Sishan has lost two places in the last round. In this round, except for Xiang Feng and Liu Huaidong, Feng Dian and Ma Youmeng cannot afford to lose. Otherwise, the final battle will be a three-person battle. .

They can lose internally, but they must win externally. They cannot afford to lose. This is a battle of honor for Sishan as the foundation of the sect.

The four leading elders have given death orders to Feng Dian and Ma Youmeng respectively. They must do their best to win the top four positions and completely show off the style and momentum of the Four Mountains.

Four high platforms surround the Qingyu Square in the east, west, north and south.

Under the high platform, crowds gathered, especially where "Tin Ming" and Wang Wufeng, who were the dark horses, were even more dense and crowded.

Wang Lu did not pay attention to the situation of the other three high platforms.

Opposite Feng Dian, with a simple face, stood facing the wind. He was dressed in yellow clothes, as if he had been tailor-made for his body. With his posture like an old monk in meditation, he seemed to have walked freely from the pouring rain, completely natural and impeccable.

"drink!"

Wang Lu shouted softly, and the sky-supporting stick came to his hand with brilliant golden light.

Since there are no flaws, create flaws.

"boom!"

As soon as the stick was struck, the entire high platform suddenly experienced violent winds. The air had no time to emit bursts of explosions and fled in all directions. The high platform shook violently, and the ground shook as if the end of the world was coming.

Wang Lu struck out with all his strength, and the shadow of the stick split into the air. With the force of the mountain-collapsing force, it shattered the void in an instant and was about to sweep Feng Dian away.

"Here comes the rain!"

Like thunder on the ground, before the words could even fall, turbulent winds arose across the entire high platform, and chaotic rain poured down. The shaking space gradually returned to a stable state in the heavy rain. The rain was like a big mountain, firmly suppressing the turbulent flow in the space and the shadow of the golden stick.

"go with!"

The heavy rain stopped in the air for an instant, intertwined and entangled, and the bright and transparent rain knives exuded waves of space-crushing sharpness and killed towards the royal road as fast as sparks.

The rain in the sky was continuous, and the rain knives merged into a river, turned into waves, and turned into waves. The waves of the knives surged into the sky, and the light of the knives shone in the sky. The spaces collapsed one after another. It was seen that the people below were feeling cold and their livers and gallbladders were about to be broken.

"Humph!"

Facing the sword flow that was like a giant beast from the wild, it was nothing compared to the sword waterfall in the Silver Palace.

Most of all extremely high and murderous things kill people invisibly. The loud sound is like a sound, but the great road is silent.

Wang Lu gathered all his strength and held the Heaven Supporting Stick tightly with both hands. The Heaven Supporting Stick seemed to understand his intention. The golden light shrank sharply on the stick body, emitting a hazy golden circle.

In the silence, people only felt as if they were dazzled for a moment, the golden light flickered out, but then returned to the stick body in an instant.

Looking around, the sky was bright and clear on the high platform, the sun was setting and the wind was gentle. Wang Lu and Feng Dian were calm again, but there was an astonishing light in each other's eyes.

Wang Lu's majestic power, coupled with the gravity of the sky-supporting stick that shatters everything, one stick reaches the sky, and the other splits the ground. The rain of knives, knives, and the heavy rain from the source, under this stick, is like snow meeting the blazing sun, They all melted away without a trace.

Feng Dian's whole body seemed to be surrounded by circles of flowing water waves, tightly wrapping him. This was tailor-made based on his water spirit root of his Tianling root and Bai Ze's innate ability to control Wanshui. It prevents all attacks from mid-grade magic weapons, and even in the extreme flow, it is enough to withstand the full blow of the monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

When Wang Lu's remaining rod shadow approached, the water circle seemed to be turned by countless hands at the same time, resisting disintegration at an extremely fast flow rate.

"Okay, junior brother is worthy of being a dark horse among dark horses. However, if you want to defeat me, your strength is still not enough!" Feng Dian said solemnly.

"If that's the case, then I won't be polite." As soon as he said this, Feng Dian smiled slightly, but his face changed slightly because of Wang Lu's next sentence, "Whoever dares to stop me from climbing to the top will be kicked out."

"Come!"

Feng Dian immediately returned to normal, and with one move with one hand, he acquired a white spiritual sword with lightning. This was the first time that he showed everyone his magic weapon, Ze Jian.

On the sword, a stream of astonishing water spiritual power wrapped around it, "swishing", Feng Dian waved it freely, "clicking, clicking", the space was like a rag, being cut to pieces by sharp scissors.

Two "ten"-shaped sword marks broke into the void and caught Wang Lu's eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Horrible, very terrible.

The speed seemed slow, but in fact it was as if there was a mirror in front of him. When the cross sword marks appeared, the mirror in front of him reflected and received the sword marks.

"drink!"

Wang Lu shouted again. He had no time to counterattack, so he could only use his own speed and all his strength to resist.

A black light as black as ink instantly covered him, as if he had changed his appearance. It seemed that he had not moved at the same place, but his figure covered half of the high platform.

Wang Lu's high speed, which was close to the peak of 460 feet, made everyone in the audience amazed and shocked.

At such a speed that far exceeded the Golden Core stage, even the many mountain owners in the second-floor attic who were watching the battle couldn't help but have a gleam of surprise in their eyes.

"咻咻咻......"

However, each of his shadows erupted with intense electric light from the violent impact of swords.

In less than two breaths, the sound of metal hitting and the lightning disappeared.

Looking closely, Wang Lu was dressed in tatters, his black clothes were in tatters, his torso was covered with red and white sword marks, and where the clothes were torn, drops of blood could be seen, revealing bronze muscles that were forged from heavenly copper. You could tell at a glance what was inside. How powerful is the power.

In less than a breath, hundreds of blood beads returned to the body as the muscles swallowed them up, and the sword marks disappeared.

too strong!

This scene left everyone dumbfounded and shocked.

Could this be the legendary extremely powerful, self-repairing body?